【Fated Romance - Part Two: Feud】

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Destined Romance Part Two: Feud
Prologue
Here stands an ancient palace, its white walls and green tiles framed by a beautiful garden. Artificial hills,
sparse trees, flowing water, lush and neat grasses, and beautiful yet not gaudy flowers—though meticulously arranged, it retains a
natural charm, exuding elegance amidst its grandeur.
Two elegantly dressed young men sit facing each other in the palace, one exuding confidence and the other graceful demeanor, their white robes as pure and
pristine as snow.
In this era, the world is divided into four kingdoms: Lanlu in the east, Baijiang in the south, Huangyue in the west, and Heiyan in the north.
White is the royal color of the Nanjiang Kingdom, and commoners are not permitted to wear it without imperial decree. Seated in
the palace are Jiang Xiangxu, the crown prince of the Nanjiang Kingdom, and his elder brother, Jiang Xiangzhao.
Jiang Xiangxu has commanded the army on the northern border for seven years, possessing an imposing and dignified aura, even surpassing his brother 's in imposing presence
. Jiang Xiangzhao, being easygoing and having lived in the bustling capital for a long time without experiencing the hardships of life,
looked younger than his younger brother despite being two years older. He was reading aloud the imperial edict brought by his younger brother: "
The King of Xiyue has passed away. The Crown Prince Jiang Xiangzhao is hereby dispatched to that country to offer condolences and congratulate the new king on his ascension to the throne. This is the imperial decree."
He tossed the edict aside. "Why did Father suddenly send me as an envoy?" "
This is my suggestion," Jiang Xiangxu replied. "The mother of Crown Prince Yue Fushen of Xiyue, Lady Chang, was originally
the wife of Jia Fan, a secretary in the Imperial Secretariat. Unfortunately, she caught the emperor's eye and was forcibly summoned to the palace. She gave birth to Yue Fushen less than ten months later, leading to rumors that
he is Jia Fan's son, not Yue Jianfang's biological son. Yue Fushen looks exactly like Lady Chang; it's impossible to tell whether he resembles
Yue Jianfang or Jia Fan. Lady Chang is incomparably beautiful and greatly favored by Yue Jianfang, who, in
turn, loves Yue Fushen dearly and insists on making him Crown Prince, which displeases many ministers."
"Yue Jianfang's first empress died young, leaving no children. He still has two imperial concubines: Consort Zhang, who bore him
a son and a daughter, and Consort Luo, who bore him two sons. These three sons, besides Yue Fushen, are the most qualified to inherit the throne.
The families of these two concubines are also extremely powerful in the Western Yue Kingdom. Therefore, the court officials are divided into three factions:
one faction, ordered by the late emperor to assist the crown prince, supports Consort Zhang's son, Yue Fuhong, and the other supports Consort Luo's eldest son, Yue Fuwen."
Jiang Xiangzhao said sarcastically, "Truly, beautiful women are a source of trouble! The Western Yue Kingdom's court is in such chaos. It was alright while Yue Jianfang was alive
, but with his death, the Western Yue court must be in complete disarray."
"Even more chaotic than a pot of porridge."
"What does this have to do with sending me to Xiyue Kingdom?"
Jiang Xiangxu sighed. "These three factions have gone to extreme lengths to vie for the throne,
not only trying to win over their own ministers but also seeking external support. The gathering of envoys from Donglu, Nanjiang, and Beiyan,
along with envoys from various barbarian tribes and vassal states affiliated with Xiyue Kingdom, in the capital to mourn the late emperor and congratulate the new ruler on his ascension, presents
a perfect opportunity to engage in intrigue, cultivate allies, and suppress dissent. I need a calm, reliable
person who is not easily swayed or tempted by threats or bribes to serve as my envoy."
"Wouldn't Lord Cao be suitable? He is a veteran official of three reigns, known for his composure and unwavering loyalty. Moreover, he has served as
the envoy to Xiyue Kingdom for over thirty years, far more experienced than I am."
"He's too old. He caught a cold half a month ago and hasn't recovered yet. Sending him on a long journey to Xiyue Kingdom
is practically killing him! Among the reliable people in our Jiang family, you've served Father Emperor in handling state
affairs for many years and are more familiar with political infighting than your brothers. If you don't go, who will?"
Jiang Xiangzhao had no choice but to agree: "Alright, I'll go. I promise I won't let Nanjiang Kingdom get involved in Xiyue Kingdom's
internal strife. How about it?"
Jiang Xiangxu shook his index finger. "No, no, I'm sending you to Xiyue Kingdom not to keep Nanjiang
Kingdom out of Xiyue Kingdom's affairs, but specifically to get you involved in the mess."
Jiang Xiangzhao was completely confused. "What do you mean?"
"The Yue family is as deep as its name suggests; their officials are extremely cunning. Although they have the fewest ministers among the three factions, they
are all exceptionally talented and highly respected. Moreover, in the half-month since Yue Jianfang's death, through his
methods of winning over and dividing, as well as his apparent promotions while in reality demoting, transferring outside and attacking inside, he has gradually weakened the other two factions in a short period of time. This man is cold-blooded and
ruthless, and coupled with his leadership qualities, he is especially uneasy. It is not a blessing for neighboring countries for the Western Yue Kingdom to be under his rule.
For the sake of our national interests, I do not want the Western Yue Kingdom to be under his control."
Jiang Xiangzhao frowned. "Which faction do you want me to support, Zhang or Luo?" "
I want them to be unable to destroy each other, and to be in endless chaos."
Jiang Xiangzhao's brows furrowed even more. "Wouldn't the people of the Western Yue Kingdom suffer? Besides, I hate intrigue and
scheming the most."
"Born into chaotic times, one must either harm others or oneself; this is unavoidable. You just need to make
alliances with the other two factions, promising to provide material assistance. After all, we're not genuinely trying to help them seize the throne.
I will order my fifth brother to secretly assist you; he has been stationed on the western border for many years and is quite familiar with the situation in Xiyue Kingdom."
He spoke in a businesslike tone. Jiang Xiangzhao snorted coldly, displeased. "I've only been idle for a short while, and you've already given
me such a difficult problem. I think you're jealous of my leisure time, so you've found a troublesome task for me to handle."
"I am jealous, so what? A mountain of state affairs has me overwhelmed, and my ninth brother has been kidnapped by Yan Yuwei.
I don't even have anyone to help, while you completely abandon everything and just enjoy yourself." Jiang Xiangxu
grew increasingly resentful. "These are all your troubles, why should I bear them for you?"
Jiang Xiangzhao gloated, "Who told you to get caught fighting with your third brother by Father?"
The Jiang family of Nanjiang Kingdom has ruled for three emperors. From their ancestors, the Jiang clan has practiced monogamy and lifelong marriage.
Even after their descendants became emperors, they continued this practice, with all three emperors having only one wife, the empress. Therefore, the Jiang
clan members have extremely deep bonds, though their numbers are small.
Their noble character and intelligence are renowned throughout the land; each member is a specialist in their field and stands out
from the crowd. Unfortunately, their laziness and inaction were also well-known. They only sought to live a carefree life and were unwilling to take on responsibilities.
Although they could do things perfectly when the time came, they would always try to pass the buck and find ways to let others do it.
This was especially true in the matter of succession to the throne. They would pass the buck back and forth, and no one was willing to put in the effort for the country and the people. This was regarded as a strange story by the people
.
Nanjiang Kingdom was not the most powerful of the four kingdoms, not because of a foolish ruler and incompetent ministers, nor because the country was poor, but because its people lived
too comfortably and were content with their lot, lacking any ambition.
The third generation of princes consisted of four sons: the current emperor Jiang Tianxi, Prince Rui Jiang Tianqian, Prince Xian Jiang Tianfeng,
and Prince Dai Jiang Tianzhong. Jiang Tianxi had three sons: Jiang Xiangzhao, Jiang Xiangxu, and Jiang Xianghui. Logically, Jiang Xiangzhao should have been the crown prince.
However, when Jiang Xiangxu was sixteen, he got into a fight with his younger brother Jiang Xianghui, continuing even in the palace while still holding onto his brother
. Jiang Tianxi suddenly had a strange idea: of the three princes, Jiang Xiangxu was the most unruly and energetic.
He believed that if he inherited the throne, he might be able to create a new era for Nanjiang Kingdom. From that moment on, Jiang Xiangxu's life was destined to be
one of unfreedom.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xiangxu gritted his teeth in anger. "Brother, don't be too smug. One day you'll be even more
unlucky than me."
Jiang Xiangzhao smiled nonchalantly. "With a capable younger brother like you protecting me, I'm too busy enjoying
my retirement to worry about anything else."
Jiang Xiangxu picked up the imperial edict and threw it at him, saying irritably, "Why aren't you setting off yet?"
Jiang Xiangzhao caught it deftly. "Yes, Your Highness."
Chapter One:
"Jiang Xiangzhao, the eldest son of Emperor Jiang Tianxi of Nanjiang, twenty-five years old, skilled in riding and archery..." "Skilled in martial arts and fond of making friends," said
Yue Fushen, the new ruler of Xiyue Kingdom, looking at the documents in his hand. "He seems to have quite good qualities. Why did Jiang Tianxi choose
Jiang Xiangxu as the crown prince instead of him?"
A young scholar stood to his left and replied, "The Jiang clan members don't like to hold power or take responsibility. When they compete for the throne, they
don't compete to ascend it, but to yield it. However, the loser, even if unwilling, will still fulfill his duties until a replacement is found
. It is said that when the edict establishing Jiang Xiangxu as the crown prince was issued, Jiang Xiangzhao even held a grand banquet to celebrate."
"Interesting..." Yue Fushen chuckled, tossing the documents onto the table. "Such a strange thing exists in the world.
It's a miracle that the Southern Jiang Kingdom hasn't fallen yet."
The scholar said, "The Jiang family is highly respected in the Southern Jiang Kingdom. Among this generation, Jiang Xiangzhao is the most popular.
He's handsome, hospitable, and humble, treating everyone equally, from high-ranking officials to
commoners. None of his friends don't love and respect him. Many
people... Feeling indignant on his behalf, he simply smiled and said, "The emperor has the fewest friends in the world, so he'd rather not be emperor
than be without friends."
The young man to Yue Fushen's right laughed. "That's absolutely true. As the saying goes, 'Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger.' Being
a subject is already difficult enough; who in the world dares to be a friend of the emperor? Even if two emperors happened to be together,
two tigers cannot share one mountain. Making friends is just a facade, a mere formality."
Yue Fushen glanced at him sideways. "Aren't you my friend?"
"I wouldn't dare. I'm just your future brother-in-law. Even if you weren't the emperor, I would never
befriend someone like you."
Yue Fushen's gaze turned cold. "What's wrong with someone like me?"
the young man replied. "You're as cunning as a beehive, impossible to fathom. You're scheming and always plotting against others
—a classic wolf in sheep's clothing. Add to that your arrogance and vindictiveness, and the more people know you,
the further they avoid you."
Yue Fushen smiled amiably. "You call me a wolf in sheep's clothing? Aren't you afraid I'll bite you when I smile?"
the young man grinned. "You don't want Bing'er to become a widow, do you?"
Xiushi secretly felt a chill for the young man. He was originally a strategist for the Zhang faction, but Yue Fushen had taken a liking to him, befriended
him, entrusted him with important responsibilities, and won him over. A scholar would die for one who understands him; Yue Fushen not only had shown him kindness but
also greatly admired his talent and character. He was utterly loyal to Yue Fushen, but
a feeling of alternating respect and fear always lingered in his heart.
He had met more than ten princes of the Western Yue Kingdom, but only Yue Fushen had made him truly understand the unpredictability of imperial might.
The young man suddenly turned his attention to him, "Chief Secretary Cai, what do you say?"
The scholar was taken aback, "What do you say?"
"Do you dare to be the Emperor's friend?"
The scholar truly wished he were far away at this moment. He had no past grudges or recent enemies with this Marquis of Jianchang, so why was the Marquis
framing him?
Yue Fushen's gaze also turned to him. "Yongsheng, tell the truth, is it really true that I am untrustworthy?"
The scholar hurriedly knelt down. "This humble subject dares not associate with Your Majesty, not because of status or personality,
but because of my own mentality. The first time I saw Your Majesty was seven years ago, before Your Majesty was made
Crown Prince. Upon seeing Your Majesty, I was immediately intimidated and naturally yielded to your position. Even
the Third Prince, Fourth Prince, and Sixth Prince, who were the most fiercely vying for the throne and had the most arrogant attitude at the time..." The princes seemed somewhat fearful in the presence of His Majesty.
At that time, I told myself: This man is the master I will serve for life! However, I was not yet highly regarded, and I feared that if I
rashly sought refuge, His Majesty would not accept me. Therefore, I stayed in the Fourth Prince's residence for three more years until His Majesty recruited me.”
Yue Fushen chuckled, “No wonder you agreed to come before I even mentioned what treatment I would offer you; it turns out you had
this intention all along.”
His smile was amiable, but Cai Yongsheng broke out in a cold sweat, sensing the Emperor's suspicion of him. He hurriedly kowtowed.
"Your Majesty's recruitment of me is exactly what I desired. Originally, I intended to serve Your Majesty even as a mere advisor,
but Your Majesty has taken me as a confidant, listening to my every word. How could I not be deeply grateful and devoted to serving you?"
At the time, he was unaware that Yue Fushen harbored suspicions about him. Now, thinking back, he was
both shocked and deeply impressed that Yue Fushen dared to appoint him despite his suspicions. "I would gladly go through fire and water for Your Majesty."
Yue Fushen rose from his seat and helped him up. "I had no intention of doubting you..." Even if you're a spy sent by one of my imperial brothers,
I'm not afraid. Besides me, who else can let you freely display your talents? Although my three imperial brothers rely on their maternal
lineage and have a stable foundation, their internal relationships are complex and intertwined. A single move can have far-reaching
consequences. Even if they wanted to reform long-standing problems and appoint talented individuals, they would be helpless due to these obstacles.”
Cai Yongsheng readily agreed. This was also a major reason why he switched to assisting Yue Fushen. Which person of high intelligence
wouldn't want to achieve something great? But throughout history, how many have truly chosen the right master and displayed their talents to the world?
The saying goes that a good bird chooses a good tree to perch on, and a good minister chooses a good lord to serve; it means finding an environment where one can give full play to one's strengths.
Marquis Jianchang, An Yixin, said, "Among the envoys from various countries and ethnic groups, the Southern Jiang Kingdom sent its eldest prince, Jiang Xiangzhao, and the Northern Yan
Kingdom sent its fourth prince, Yan Yuzhen. Both are powerful ministers, indicating that these two countries attach great importance to our situation. The Eastern
Lu Kingdom, however, only sent an ordinary envoy. Hmph, this court is incompetent and corrupt; it will be overthrown sooner or later."
Yue Fushen glanced at the documents on the table. "Eastern Lu is plagued by internal strife and has no time to attend to other matters. The Southern Jiang Kingdom has always been
content with its current situation; these two countries need not be worried about. The Northern Yan Kingdom has always been ambitious, so we must guard against them taking advantage of our internal strife to
harm our country."
An Yixin said in a sarcastic tone, "The Northern Yan Kingdom need not be worried about. Yan Yuwei is currently indulging in a life of pleasure and has
no time for grand ambitions. You should worry more about the Southern Jiang Kingdom; its newly appointed crown prince, Jiang Xiangxu
, is not someone to be trifled with."
Yue Fushen felt that An Yixin's gaze was somewhat mocking. "What do you mean?"
"Have you seen the peace agreement between the Northern Yan Kingdom and the Southern Jiang Kingdom?"
"Yes, I have. The Northern Yan Kingdom pays the Southern Jiang Kingdom 100,000 in reparations annually."
"The last clause of the treaty states: 'The Southern Jiang Kingdom's heir apparent, Jiang Xiangye, is requested to go to the Northern Yan Kingdom to compile a register of music and literature.' Actually
, this is the most important clause in the agreement; the others are merely a smokescreen. Now, Jiang Xiangye and Yan
Yuwei are inseparable, living and eating together like newlyweds. Yan Yuwei doesn't take any concubines or establish an empress;
his vast harem only contains three concubines who have borne him princes, and he never visits them."
Yue Fu was shocked, then glared angrily at Cai Yongsheng. "Yongsheng! You're in charge of all intelligence gathering
and organization; why didn't you report such an important matter to me?"
Cai Yongsheng dared not answer, but An Yixin interjected, "Don't blame him; no one dares to bring this up in front of you."
"Why?"
"Haven't you ever looked in a mirror? You're more beautiful than a woman! Who wouldn't be afraid that mentioning such things in front of you would be
interpreted as sarcasm? You're petty and ruthless; wouldn't it be unfair for you to retaliate against you?"
Yue Fushen glared at him coldly. "Yixin, you seem to be getting bolder lately."
An Yixin quickly stopped laughing, knowing that jokes should stop, and said seriously, "Jiang Xiangye and Yan Yuwei
are together all day, helping Yan Yuwei handle nearly half of the state affairs. Although the ministers of Northern Yan are dissatisfied with this, Jiang Xiangye
handles it very well, and they can't find anything wrong to criticize. Jiang Xiangye is a close relative of the royal family of Southern Jiang and was once
the designated prime minister. Giving Yan Yuwei 100,000 taels of silver a year is too cheap. Jiang Xiangxu is losing money on this deal.
Hmph, I think he has ulterior motives."
"You mean that Jiang Xiangye is now in control of the Northern Yan government?"
"Yes, the Jiang royal family has always been united, and the nine princes and grandsons of the current generation are especially close. Jiang Xiangzhao
is the leader of the nine. Not only will Jiang Xiangye listen to him, but his second brother, Crown Prince Jiang Xiangxu, will not refuse either. As long as we win
him over, both the Southern Jiang Kingdom and the Northern Yan Kingdom will become our external allies, which is
much more useful than those small barbarian tribes that those two groups are trying to win over. I think this is why Chief Secretary Cai specifically showed you Jiang Xiangzhao's information and asked you to pay attention to him."
Yue Fushen saw Cai Yongsheng prostrating himself on the ground in fear and trepidation, and laughed as he helped him up. "You, you're good in every way,
but you're always so timid. I don't have any homosexual tendencies, so how could I misunderstand what you're saying to me? You
're not allowed to be so fearful all the time, as if I were some kind of demon or monster."
Cai Yongsheng wiped away his cold sweat and repeatedly replied, "Yes, yes."
An Yixin almost laughed out loud again. Was Cai Yongsheng promising not to be afraid anymore? Or is Yue Fushen some kind of demon or
monster? Fine, considering he's already been so frightened today, let's spare him this time and stop teasing him.
Yue Fushen picked up Jiang Xiangzhao's file again and examined it. "He's staying at the inn now, right?
How about we go and see him?"
Cai Yongsheng hurriedly dissuaded him: "Your Majesty, absolutely not! Right now, only the palace in Xiyue Kingdom is absolutely safe. The Zhang and
Luo factions are weakening and desperate; they've sent seven groups of assassins in the past month. If Your Majesty wants to see Jiang Xiangzhao,
just send someone to invite him to the palace."
Yue Fushen said, "This time I only want to observe him secretly and see how to
win him over and befriend him. We'll go incognito, without attracting attention, so how will we attract assassins?"
"But...but...Your Majesty, your appearance is extraordinary, this..."
An Yixin laughed and patted Cai Yongsheng's shoulder. "Cai Changshi, why are you so honest? His Majesty's appearance is astonishing
, can't he disguise himself? Not only His Majesty, you and I also have to disguise ourselves."
The three disguised themselves as bearded merchants from the Western Yi tribe and left the palace through a secret passage.
There were many such merchants in the capital of Xiyue Kingdom, so they didn't attract much attention.
Before long, they arrived at the post station and were startled by the bustling scene before them. A courtyard was crowded with people,
and people kept going in but didn't come out. Cai Yongsheng said softly, "That's the courtyard where Jiang Xiangzhao is staying."
At this moment, someone behind them shouted, "Make way! Make way! Make way quickly! Can you afford to pay for the things you break?"
Yue Fushen turned around and saw that the Left Censor Zhang Chudao was leading the way, pushing through the crowd and bringing a large entourage.
This man was a close relative of Consort Zhang. Although he was uneducated, he was trusted by Yue Fushen and was often entrusted with important tasks.
Cai Yongsheng whispered in Yue Fushen's ear, "He was once an envoy to the Southern Jiang Kingdom, and I heard he has a good relationship with Jiang Xiangzhao."
An Yixin, who was nearby, heard this clearly and laughed out loud, "There are actually people in the world who have a good relationship with such a person?
That person should be careful not to be betrayed by him."
Cai Yongsheng said, "Jiang Xiangzhao can get along well with anyone, no matter what kind of person they are. It seems to be his innate
ability."
Yue Fushen saw Zhang Chudao leading a large group of people carrying more than a dozen boxes, with two sedan chairs at the very end, and couldn't help but
sneer, "Why is Fourth Brother still so unprogressive? He doesn't distinguish between people, and he doesn't care about good or bad people. He just gives them money and beautiful women
."
An Yixin tugged at his sleeve, "Your Sixth Brother is here too."
The Sixth Prince, Yue Fuyong, was the second son of Consort Luo and the younger brother of the Second Prince, Yue Fuwen. He was dressed in plain clothes and
only brought two servants in blue. He walked slowly with a smile, greeting people he knew along the way.
Yue Fushen's expression no longer relaxed. "Second and fourth brothers are mediocre and nothing to fear, but sixth brother is extremely..."
"He's good at winning people's hearts; among all my brothers, he's my only formidable rival."
It seemed a report had been received inside the courtyard, and Jiang Xiangzhao came out to greet him. Zhang Chudao greeted him first, "Your Highness ,
how have you been? Three years have passed, and Your Highness has become even more dashing."
Jiang Xiangzhao smiled slightly, "If Lord Zhang has come to visit an old friend, I sincerely welcome you. If you've come to deliver gifts, then I'll
politely decline."
"A meager gift, hardly worth mentioning. I've already brought it; Your Highness wouldn't want me to carry it back, would you? We
've known each other for a while; don't make me lose face."
Jiang Xiangzhao sighed inwardly, knowing from the envoy sent by Yue Fuyong that he was incapable of great things. His smile
remained unchanged, "In that case, let's leave it here for now."
Zhang Chudao breathed a sigh of relief. Now that Jiang Xiangzhao had accepted the gift, the first step in winning him over was complete. He immediately
had the gifts carried into the courtyard with great joy.
Jiang Xiangzhao's gaze shifted, meeting Yue Fuyong's eyes. He had already reviewed the materials before arriving and
had a fairly detailed understanding of the various princes led by the three factions. This sixth prince was not someone to be underestimated.
Yue Fuyong stepped forward, and Jiang Xiangzhao descended the steps to greet him. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Jiang Xiangzhao led him into the courtyard
. Yue Fuyong turned back to Cai An and the other man and whispered, "Let's go in and take a look too."
Because there were too many people coming to pay their respects, the hall was not enough to accommodate everyone, so Jiang Xiangzhao had his servants set up tables and chairs in the courtyard. Yue
Fuyong, being a prince of this country, was of noble status and was given the seat of honor. He insisted on pulling Jiang Xiangzhao to sit with him, laughing, "I've
long heard of Your Highness. I've heard that Your Highness has friends all over the world, yet has never made enemies. Anyone who is with Your Highness
feels as if bathed in a spring breeze. And among the upper nobility of Nanjiang Kingdom, whenever there's a banquet, the host often apologizes because the eldest prince is absent."
Jiang Xiangzhao smiled, "That's just hearsay. I'm no saint; how could I be so popular?"
"But Your Highness's good relationships are known throughout the world, and your brotherly love is even more evident. You even gave up the position of crown prince to your younger brother."
"My younger brother's qualities are inherently better than mine; he's more suitable to be the ruler of a country. How can there be any talk of him giving up the throne?"
"Brother Jiang is truly a gentleman." Yue Fuyong's attitude became even more cordial, even changing his address from "Your Highness" to
"Brother Jiang." "I have always admired Brother Jiang's character. I heard that Brother Jiang is skilled in martial arts, so I searched for a fine
sword to present to Brother Jiang. Brother Jiang is knowledgeable and experienced, so please don't laugh at my humble gift."
Jiang Xiangzhao took the sword offered by him, but his expression changed after only drawing it half an inch. He immediately sheathed it. "Sixth Prince,
this gift is too precious. I dare not accept it."
Yue Fuyong was pleased to see that he recognized the value of the gift, which meant that he had given the right thing. "Not at all. A fine sword is given to a valiant man.
This sword is just an ornament in my hands, which would be a waste of its value. Giving it to Brother Jiang is a perfect match. If Brother Jiang does not accept it,
it would be a sign of disdain."
Jiang Xiangzhao liked the sword very much, but this sword was not like gold, silver, or beautiful women. He was afraid that accepting such a heavy
gift would affect his future stance. But then he thought again. He had come to Xiyue Kingdom to win over the pro-Zhang and pro-Luo factions
and to cause trouble for Yue Fushen. Now that they had brought him gifts, clearly intending to befriend him, and he had already accepted
the gifts brought by Zhang Chudao, wouldn't it cause a misunderstanding if he didn't accept Yue Fushen's gifts? So he accepted the sword and put it on his waist. "Then
thank you very much for the generous gift, Sixth Prince."
Cai Yongsheng had been staring at the sword curiously, but he couldn't figure it out. "What kind of sword is that? Jiang
Xiangzhao didn't even draw it so everyone could see it."
An Yixin's face was serious. "The sword only drew half an inch from its sheath and it shone with a green light. It seems to be one of the two famous swords of the world,
'Bichen'. The other sword, 'Luyi', is said to have been treasured by the royal family of Nanjiang Kingdom. Now both of the two most famous swords of the world
are in the hands of Nanjiang Kingdom. Hehe, Yue Fushen has really gone all out."
Yue Fushen's eyes were even colder. "The gold Zhang Chudao gave him..." Qian Meinu was one thing, but Jiang Xiangzhao and Yue Fuyong had only
just met, yet Jiang readily accepted such a valuable gift. It seemed he had long intended to forge alliances with the Zhang and Luo factions. The Nanjiang
Kingdom was targeting me this time! They wanted to create as much chaos as possible in the Xiyue Kingdom. Hmph! A powerful neighbor is certainly not something those in power
want to see.
Cai Yongsheng was somewhat anxious. "We can't let them form an alliance!"
Yue Fuyong pondered deeply. "That's right, we can't let them have the opportunity to form an alliance; we must strike first!"
But with the Nanjiang Kingdom already determined to be his enemy, how could he reverse the disadvantage?
Suddenly, a loud shout rang out: "Watch out!" A dazzling green light shot straight into Yue Fuyong's heart!
Cai Yongsheng was terrified and rushed forward to protect him, but Yue Fushen shoved him aside, dodging
the blade of the Bicheng sword. He grabbed the hilt, and without turning his head, thrust the sword in a backhand strike. A servant behind him
was pierced in the chest and collapsed to the ground, the dagger slipping from his hand.
An Yixin broke out in a cold sweat. This man, so close to his target yet showing no murderous intent, was undoubtedly a
top-tier assassin. If Jiang Xiangzhao hadn't happened to see him thrusting the dagger forward and promptly flashed his sword as a warning, the dagger
would have pierced Yue Fushen's back—Yue Fuyong was determined to eliminate Yue Fushen, yet the sword he gave to Jiang Xiangzhao
had ironically saved Yue Fushen's life. An Yixin couldn't help but marvel at the strangeness of fate.
Jiang Xiangzhao pushed through the crowd and rushed over, asking Yue Fushen, "Are you alright?"
Yue Fushen returned the sword to him. "I'm fine."
Jiang Xiangzhao took the sword and sheathed it. He observed that this bearded man had reacted swiftly and displayed exceptional skill, clearly possessing profound martial
arts expertise. It was truly unusual that such a person wouldn't even glance at a renowned sword like the 'Bichen'
. He couldn't help but scrutinize Yue Fushen a few more times, but unfortunately, most of Yue Fushen's face was obscured by his beard,
leaving only his gleaming eyes to leave a deep impression.
These weren't human eyes, but more like those of a wild beast; the deep pupils shone with a sinister light, revealing
no emotion…
—those eyes sent chills down one's spine.
Yue Fushen also observed Jiang Xiangzhao. Jiang Xiangzhao was the "heroic and dashing" type of handsome man, a
quality even more pronounced up close. He was handsome, with a bright and clear demeanor, radiating
light as if bathed in sunlight. Yet, beneath his handsome features lies an air of nobility and elegance. His bright, clear eyes shimmer with a gentle and
honest light, making him appear neither aggressive nor intimidating despite his strong heroic spirit. Instead, he is like the warm winter sun, bringing
comfort and ease to those around him.
With just those eyes, he was handsome enough to be called a man of exceptional beauty. The
perfect blend of masculine strength and gentleness embodied in Jiang Xiangzhao was like a piece of exquisite, warm
jade. Judging solely by his outward appearance, no one could be more fitting for the title of "gentleman."
Standing face to face, Cai Yongsheng suddenly felt the chilling aura emanating from Yue Fushen lessen
considerably, causing his tense mind to relax. Since joining Yue Fushen's side, he had never
felt such ease.
He couldn't help but glance at Jiang Xiangzhao; Jiang Xiangzhao's smile was like the warm sun in winter, a
warmth that could melt even the most frozen heart, offsetting the heavy pressure Yue Fushen exuded, truly possessing
the power to make those around him feel "like a spring breeze."
—The influence these two exerted on others was intangible and invisible, yet their presence was undeniably felt
.
Yue Fushen narrowed his eyes. If it weren't for his beard, Cai Yongsheng and An Yixin would have noticed that
the smile that always graced his face, like a mask, was gone. Everyone in the world felt comfortable seeing Jiang Xiangzhao, but Yue Fushen found
Jiang Xiangzhao's smile extremely irritating, making him instantly disliked.
Jiang Xiangzhao, of course, didn't know that the bearded man before him was the famous handsome man, Yue Fushen, the ruler of Xiyue Kingdom.
He only felt that this man's eyes held a deep hostility, not the attitude one would show to a savior, but rather a resentment, as if
he were his enemy. Could he have been frightened into a mental breakdown?
Yue Fushen stiffly cupped his hands to Jiang Xiangzhao, "I will certainly repay your life-saving grace!" and turned to leave.
It was a perfectly normal statement, but Jiang Xiangzhao felt there was a deeper meaning in it. Suddenly, a chill
ran through his bones, making him shiver.
Chapter Two
Along the way, An Yixin praised him repeatedly: "Truly worthy of being the eldest son of the emperor of a land of gentlemen, not only
is he refined in temperament and humble in manner, but more importantly, he possesses a forthright and heroic spirit within his gentleness. His literary and martial talents are both outstanding. If Heaven
only allows each person to have one friend, then he would be everyone's friend."
Seeing that Yue Fushen did not respond, he persisted, "You two are about the same height and build. If your
face weren't covered by your beard, even the way your face resembles..." "Their polite smiles are all pretty much the same. Did you know?
Although you and he weren't born in the same year, you share the same birthday, month, and day—he was born in the morning, and you were born at night.
It's said that when he was born, the sun was rising, the clouds were high, and auspicious light shone everywhere, so he was named 'Xiangzhao' (Auspicious Light); while
when you were born, dark clouds obscured the moon, the stars were hidden, and the night was deep, so you were named 'Fushen' (Deep Mansion)..."
Yue Fushen grew increasingly annoyed. "Shut up!"
An Yixin looked at him, puzzled. "Everyone likes him..." "You just can't stand him. To be honest,
when you stand together, you look so similar, yet you give off completely opposite vibes,
like night and day, utterly incompatible. I suddenly had a feeling that you were enemies from a past life,
bound by some grudge that you're settling for in this one."
This time, Yue Fushen didn't scold him; even he had this feeling. He ordered in a deep voice, "
The moment I disguised myself and left the palace, my opponents got wind of it and were able to send assassins to track me to the post station. There must be a spy among us.
Find him immediately!"
Jiang Xiangzhao's smiling image kept flashing in his mind, making him even more agitated. "Also, immediately
send someone to invite Jiang Xiangzhao to the palace. He won't even have time to make an alliance with Yue Fushen!"
Jiang Xiangzhao was somewhat surprised when he received the imperial edict. It was already late afternoon, almost time for dinner, and
the palace would soon be closing. Why was Yue Fushen summoning him at this time?
The palace envoy said, "His Majesty requests Your Highness to enter the palace immediately, and says that a banquet has been prepared for Your Highness to dine with."
General Yang Shanghui, who was traveling with Jiang Xiangzhao, whispered, "Your Highness, Yue Fushen is not receiving you according to protocol;
I'm afraid he has ill intentions."
Jiang Xiangzhao didn't take it seriously, "With envoys from all the tribes present, would he disregard public opinion and harm me without cause?"
Yang Shanghui said, "Then I will take ten guards with me to protect Your Highness."
Jiang Xiangzhao laughed, "If Yue Fushen really wants to harm me, what use are ten guards?" Seeing that Yang Shanghui was still
hesitant, he comforted him, "Don't worry, he won't eat me." He bid farewell to his friends and guests and left with the palace envoy.
Jiang Xiangzhao was led to the Denglong Hall, the second main hall of the Xiyue Imperial Palace. Yue Fushen descended the steps to greet him with a beaming smile.
"Welcome, welcome! It is a great honor for the Crown Prince to visit our country."
Jiang Xiangzhao felt he looked somewhat familiar. "Have we met before?"
Yue Fushen feigned surprise. "I don't remember seeing Your Highness anywhere."
Jiang Xiangzhao racked his brains but couldn't recall which feature of Yue Fushen's face seemed familiar. He
thought perhaps he was mistaken and apologized, "I'm sorry, I must have mistaken you."
"It's alright. I have prepared some light wine in the hall. Please do me the honor of joining me, Your Highness."
Yue Fushen raised his hand to offer the wine, which Jiang Xiangzhao declined. The two entered the hall together.
A grand feast had been laid out in the hall, along with several jars of fine wine. Yue Fushen smiled and invited Jiang Xiangzhao to take a seat. "I've heard that Your Highness enjoys
fine wine and has a great capacity for it. This is a plum blossom wine that has been treasured in our palace for fifty years. Your Highness, would you like to try it?"
Jiang Xiangzhao poured himself a cup and took a sip. He found it to be incredibly fragrant, something he had never tasted before, and he couldn't help but praise it.
An Yixin and Cai Yongsheng watched from behind the wall. An Yixin became increasingly confused. "Chief Secretary Cai,
what do you think the Emperor is up to? Does he think he can bribe Jiang Xiangzhao with just a few jars of wine?"
Cai Yongsheng shook his head. "His Majesty's thoughts are always unfathomable. I only know that a grand banquet alone
is not enough to win over Jiang Xiangzhao. The more chaotic our country is, the more opportunities the Southern Jiang Kingdom will have. Jiang Xiangzhao accepted a generous gift from the Sixth Prince as soon as he arrived
, which seems to indicate that he intends to oppose His Majesty. Helping His Majesty stabilize the Western Yue Kingdom
will not benefit either him or the Southern Jiang Kingdom."
Jiang Xiangzhao and Yue Fushen exchanged toasts and chatted about the customs and cultures of their two countries. Every time Jiang Xiangzhao tried to ask Yue Fushen
why he received him so late at night, Yue Fushen would interrupt him and quickly change the subject.
After several rounds of drinks, before the food was even touched, Jiang Xiangzhao felt his head gradually heating up, becoming dizzy and eventually collapsing drunk.
A cold smile appeared on Yue Fushen's lips. He clapped his hands and summoned a servant, "Come here, help the eldest prince to my palace to rest.
Don't disturb him any further."
The eunuchs helped Jiang Xiangzhao down, and An Yixin couldn't help but step out from behind the screen to ask Yue Fushen, "
What are you planning? Get him drunk and trick him into signing an alliance?"
Yue Fushen chuckled, "What's the use of an alliance like that? He'll never abide by it." He beckoned
Cai Yongsheng over, "I'm thinking of doing it this way..."
Cai Yongsheng's face grew paler as he listened, and An Yixin's expression changed as well. "This is absurd! No way! Absolutely not!"
Yue Fushen's face darkened. "To win this game, this is the only way. Do you want us to sit here and wait to die?"
Cai Yongsheng stammered, "But... this... this... His Majesty's reputation..."
"My reputation is already like this, so why not use it to achieve our goal!"
Cai Yongsheng said urgently, "But regarding His Majesty... this matter... everyone is just speculating. If His Majesty does this now
, it will be tantamount to confirming it to the world!"
"To achieve our goals, we should stop at nothing. If we don't restrain the Nanjiang Kingdom now, we're all doomed
! If I lose this battle for the throne, I'll either be killed or imprisoned. What good will my good reputation be then
?"
An Yixin said seriously. "Forcibly detaining the envoy will incite public outrage from all countries, especially
someone like Jiang Xiangzhao who has a high position and many friends. The trouble will be even greater."
Yue Fushen's smile was wicked and deep. "Forcibly detaining him will incite public outrage, but if he stays 'voluntarily,' it won't."
Cai Yongsheng was still worried. "Your Majesty, this is a risky move. Not only is the chance of winning slim, but regardless of success
or failure, we've already forged a grudge with the Nanjiang Kingdom. One wrong step and we'll be surrounded by enemies and lose everything."
"How could I not know this was a last resort? But Jiang Xiangzhao's intentions are ill, and time is short. We have no other choice
but to take this step! Moreover, the Southern Jiang Kingdom wants to harm me, so this feud is already established. At worst, it will turn out openly
, and we'll all tear off our masks. My mind is made up, no need to say more! The spies in the palace haven't been discovered yet. I can only trust
the two of you. Tomorrow's performance depends on you. You absolutely cannot mess it up!"
An Yixin and Cai Yongsheng reluctantly replied, "Yes."
Early the next morning, Yang Shanghui, who had been worried all night, led his men to the palace gate to see Jiang Xiangzhao. Upon receiving the report, Cai Yongsheng
immediately invited them into a side hall and served them tea. "Your Highness's Crown Prince and our Emperor
have gone to the Imperial Garden. Please wait here for a moment… If there is any urgent matter, I can lead you to them."
Yang Shanghui immediately stood up. "Of course there is an urgent matter! Take us to them immediately!"
Cai Yongsheng "had no choice" but to lead them to the Imperial Garden. At the garden gate, they encountered An Yixin, who asked seemingly unintentionally,
"My lord, are the Crown Prince and His Majesty of Nanjiang Kingdom inside?"
"Inside," An Yixin blurted out, but immediately realized his mistake and covered his mouth. "No, no, they…"
He seemed to want to deny it, but seeing Yang Shanghui's determined expression, he could only manage a dry laugh.
"They are there, but... you'd better not disturb them."
Yang Shanghui said with a stern face. "What do you mean?"
An Yixin sighed. "Never mind, go see for yourselves."
Yang Shanghui became curious. Judging from Cai Yongsheng and An Yixin's words and actions, they didn't seem to have harmed the Crown Prince.
His anxiety lessened considerably, and he followed the two into the garden without objection.
Early in the morning, Jiang Xiangzhao was woken up by a eunuch and was shocked to find himself sleeping on Yue Fushen's dragon bed. He was startled
. His memory of last night was hazy, and he couldn't understand why he was drinking with Yue Fushen one moment and
waking up in his bed the next. He had experience with hangovers before, but today's situation seemed different.
Before he could figure it out, Yue Fushen arrived and, without explanation, dragged him to eat with him, then insisted
on showing him around the imperial garden of Xiyue Kingdom. Even as Jiang Xiangzhao walked side by side with Yue Fushen under the shade of trees, his mind was
still a little confused.
Yue Fushen stared at his bewildered expression, his cold smile deepening. "Your Highness, are you feeling unwell?"
Jiang Xiangzhao shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his head. "Nothing, probably just drank too much last night..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly swayed, his legs going weak. If Yue Fushen hadn't caught him, he would have fallen. Jiang Xiangzhao
was horrified to find that his body was out of his control, his limbs feeling as if they weren't his own. He abruptly turned and glared
at Yue Fushen. "Your Majesty, you poisoned the food?"
"You've finally realized it, so you're not hopelessly stupid, but you're just too late..."
Yue Fushen's feigned regret was filled with malice. "Last night's wine was laced with 'Immortal's Intoxication' to prevent
you from returning to the inn and to let outsiders know you spent the night in my palace; this morning's breakfast contained 'Muscle-
Weakening Powder' to weaken your limbs so I could control you."
He turned and leaned against a nearby tree trunk, and Jiang Xiangzhao involuntarily followed, clinging to him
. Yue Fushen held Jiang Xiangzhao's hands around his waist, his arms wrapped around Jiang Xiangzhao's
neck, so that even from a distance, they appeared to be embracing intimately.
Jiang Xiangzhao looked at him warily. "What do you want?"
Yue Fushen wore a smile that irritated Jiang Xiangzhao. "Your Highness, you are twenty-five this year, and you
haven't even taken a concubine, let alone a maid. Why is that?"
Jiang Xiangzhao sneered. "Our Jiang royal family are all devoted men. Even if we don't find true love, we will never marry indiscriminately
. We rarely have multiple wives and concubines. Even my father only had my mother. Why are you asking this?"
Yue Fushen smiled. "Nothing, I just think it's easy to cause misunderstandings."
"What misunderstandings?"
"The misunderstanding of homosexuality."
Jiang Xiangzhao froze, then snapped, "Don't spout nonsense! You're the one who's causing the misunderstanding!"
"Yes, if it weren't for my face causing misunderstandings and rumors flying everywhere, I wouldn't have come up with this brilliant idea
to keep Your Highness in my palace."
Jiang Xiangzhao's bad premonition grew stronger. "What idea? Why do you want to keep me in your palace?"
Yue Fushen's gaze drifted towards the path leading from the garden gate to the woods. Several figures appeared at the end of the path. "Keeping you
in the palace is to cut off your chance to form an alliance with my three good-for-nothing brothers. Your Nanjiang Kingdom hopes
our Xiyue Kingdom will be as chaotic as possible, right? You accepted a generous gift from my sixth brother as soon as you arrived, that's exactly what you're planning, isn't it?"
"Is that so?"
Jiang Xiangzhao's heart skipped a beat. Yue Fushen had seen through his intentions, and was using such a semi-coercive method against him
. It seemed his situation was dangerous. At the same time, Yue Fushen's words also stirred his memories. He stared at Yue
Fushen's deep, hostile eyes so close to his own. "You're that bearded man?"
Yue Fushen was slightly surprised. "Such sharp eyes."
"I saved your life, and you treat me like this?"
"Hmph, if you had known it was me yesterday, would you still have saved me?"
Jiang Xiangzhao had no answer.
Yue Fushen smiled and hugged him tightly. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. I just want you to stay as a guest for a few days, to make your
brothers more cautious and mind their own business in our Xiyue Kingdom."
"Forcibly detaining a envoy of tribute, aren't you afraid of causing public outrage?"
Yue Fushen only smiled and didn't answer. Yang Shanghui and the others had already stopped not far away. He could even see
the eyes of those eleven people, which were wider than bull's eyes.
Yang Shanghui stared dumbfounded at the scene before him. Good heavens! Let a bolt of lightning strike him unconscious! Their noble
prince, his most beloved prince, was actually... embracing a grown man intimately! Although Yue Fushen
was more beautiful than most women, but... but... this... this... how could he
explain this to the Emperor and the Crown Prince? How could he face the late Emperor and his ancestors in the afterlife?
Jiang Xiangzhao sensed something amiss in Yue Fushen's expression. His gaze wasn't on him but instead fixed on something behind the two of them.
A sudden thought struck him: Who was behind them? Who was he deliberately trying to impress with this situation? Forcibly detaining a tribute envoy would provoke
attacks from all nations and ethnic groups, but if they voluntarily stayed in the palace as guests, that would be a different story.
Rumors circulated that Yue Fushen had homosexual tendencies, and now he was embracing him like this, and his earlier suggestive remark about
not having a wife or concubine could easily lead to misunderstandings... Jiang Xiangzhao's head buzzed. He knew what Yue Fushen was up to
!
Overwhelmed with shock and anger, he opened his mouth to shout. He guessed that the person behind him must be Yang Shanghui, the loyal old general.
He was bound to worry about his absence all night and would surely come to the palace to look for him.
Yue Fushen noticed his intention and tried to cover his mouth, but if Jiang Xiangzhao didn't struggle when his mouth was covered,
Yang Shanghui would likely become suspicious. In desperation, Yue Fushen cupped Jiang Xiangzhao's face and kissed him.
Yang Shanghui was truly about to faint. If his subordinates hadn't been supporting him from behind, he would have collapsed to the ground.
His subordinates were in no better shape. How could they have never considered that the Crown Prince might have homosexual tendencies?
Now, thinking about it carefully, there were indeed some signs that the Crown Prince wasn't interested in women and didn't keep concubines.
They weren't the only ones about to faint; An Yixin and Cai Yongsheng also felt their argument was a bit untenable. Was His Majesty going
too far with his act? Was it really necessary to sacrifice so much for the sake of the country?
Jiang Xiangzhao's tongue was trapped in Yue Fushen's mouth, unable to move or make a sound. The warm, soft
touch made Yue Fushen unconsciously change from biting to sucking, drawing out the nectar from Jiang Xiangzhao's mouth. "
So this is what kissing feels like," Yue Fushen sighed inwardly. He wasn't
unfamiliar with women, but he had never felt the urge to kiss anyone. Moreover, whether he was smiling or naked
, the chilling aura surrounding him never dissipated, so no woman had ever dared to kiss him first
. This kiss could be considered his first. He knew nothing about kissing, but he happened to be trying to stop Jiang Xiangzhao from
crying out, biting Jiang Xiangzhao's tongue, and inadvertently did the right thing.
Jiang Xiangzhao never expected Yue Fushen to do such a thing. His body trembled slightly with shock and anger.
He couldn't stand upright, leaning limply against Yue Fushen, their bodies pressed tightly together.
Yue Fushen could feel every tremor he made. A strange flame ignited in Yue Fushen's heart; he wanted to hold him
tighter, as if he could meld him into his own body; he wanted to kiss him more deeply, to caress him more; he wanted to possess him…
An Yixin coughed twice, burying his head in the sand, not daring to look at the two kissing so passionately. "General Yang,
this… you've seen it too, it's best not to disturb them."
Yang Shanghui responded blankly: "Yes...yes...okay...okay..."
He followed An Yixin out of the Imperial Garden as if in a dream. An Yixin spoke to him gently, "General Yang
, how about this, when your Crown Prince has time, I will tell you that I came to see him. As for when he wants to see you...
I think it will have to wait a few more days. You've seen it yourself, they are very reluctant to part."
Yang Shanghui was straightforward and impulsive by nature. Faced with such a situation, he didn't know what to do. In his dilemma
, his eyes suddenly lit up. Jiang Xiangzhao, the fifth of the nine cousins of the Nanjiang royal family and the heir of the Second Prince Rui,
was stationed at Tianmu Pass in the western border. He could go to the Fifth Prince for advice! He would set off today!
After Yang Shanghui and the others disappeared from sight, Yue Fushen gave a gentle push, and Jiang Xiangzhao, without support, fell helplessly
to the ground. Yue Fushen looked down at Jiang Xiangzhao, whose angry gaze was fixed on him. "You despicable, shameless
scoundrel!"
This was probably the harshest curse Jiang Xiangzhao had ever uttered, but the mildest insult Yue Fushen had ever heard. Unfazed
, he smiled and said, "Want me to show you how despicable I can be?"
Jiang Xiangzhao's helpless state, lying on the ground at his mercy, fueled the strange fire in Yue Fushen's heart
. The sweet taste of their kiss lingered in his mouth. Yue Fushen knelt beside Jiang Xiangzhao, his fingers
lightly tracing his lips. Just as Jiang Xiangzhao was about to ask him to remove his hand, Yue Fushen suddenly leaned closer and kissed him again.
Jiang Xiangzhao's head throbbed, as if a thunderclap had exploded inside. What else did Yue Fushen want? Yang Shanghui
and the guards were already gone; there was no need to put on an act for anyone anymore. He tried to stop him, but Yue Fushen's tongue
shoved into his mouth. He felt like he was suffocating. Could it be that Yue Fushen really had homosexual tendencies?
He bit down hard, and Yue Fushen jumped up in pain. "Bastard! How dare you bite me?"
Jiang Xiangzhao tasted the salty, metallic taste of blood and shouted angrily, "I don't have that kind of fetish! Go find someone else if you want to!"
Yue Fushen's voice was gloomy. "I don't have that kind of fetish either, but... I want to do it with you!" He forcefully
pried open Jiang Xiangzhao's chin and kissed him wildly, sucking hard on his tongue and rummaging through his mouth.
"Ugh..." Jiang Xiangzhao's chin was pinched, making it impossible for him to swallow their saliva, which dripped down his chin .
Yue Fushen kissed his way down Jiang Xiangzhao's neck, his fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his smooth, muscular chest.
The smooth skin, the graceful lines from his chin to his neck, and the shoulder blades below formed a perfect
curve, more alluring than he had imagined. Jiang Xiangzhao enjoyed martial arts but didn't want to train with brute force and develop bulky,
hard muscles. His muscles were firm and elastic; the parts of his skin exposed to the sun had
a healthy tan, while the parts covered by his clothes were a pure, jade-white. The stark contrast between the two colors
stimulated Yue Fushen's senses, and he kissed and bit at the boundary between them, leaving a trail of red marks.
Jiang Xiangzhao was both terrified and furious. "How dare you treat me like this! The Southern Jiang Kingdom will not let you go!"
Yue Fushen chuckled. "With you in my hands, your brothers won't dare to act rashly. As long as the Southern Jiang Kingdom doesn't help
my three brothers and me cause trouble, I can quickly settle things with them. Once our country's politics are stable, even if your
Southern Jiang Kingdom doesn't let me go, I won't be afraid."
The person beneath him had tightly furrowed brows, a resolute chin slightly raised, and was panting heavily with his thin lips slightly
parted from struggling. His long, black hair was spread out on the ground like a messy cloud, with a few stray strands falling near his lips. Although his face
showed anger, it was inexplicably sexy and alluring, especially his eyes, which, when angry, seemed to be seducing,
excessively beautiful.
The previously vague thought suddenly became clear in his mind: he wanted this person! He wanted to see that
handsome, proud face crumble, to see his vulnerability in his disheveled state, to see him panting and moaning beneath him
…
Chapter Three.
Jiang Xiangzhao lay on his back, unable to see Yue Fushen's movements, only feeling his belt being untied and his trousers
being pulled down. Yue Fushen's hands and mouth moved to his thighs.
As expected of someone who had practiced martial arts for many years, he felt incredibly good to touch. Not an ounce of excess fat on his body, his physique
supple and well-built, his wheat-colored skin covered with a thin layer of water droplets from the struggle,
shimmering like jade in the sunlight. Yue Fushen fondled, licked, and gently nibbled, enjoying the elastic
feel. His hands could easily dig deep into Jiang Xiangzhao's muscles, which quickly rebounded
. Yue Fushen played with him tirelessly, leaving Jiang Xiangzhao's legs bruised and purple. Jiang Xiangzhao was powerless to resist, letting Yue Fushen do as he pleased 　　.
He wanted to curse, but feared others would hear and witness the scene; he wanted
to resist, but couldn't even move a finger, and could only silently endure the torment inflicted upon him, hoping the other would end it quickly. 　　Yue Fushen took off his pants and spread Jiang Xiangzhao's legs. 　　Jiang Xiangzhao heard the rustling of clothes; he was already naked, so it was Yue Fushen undressing. 　　Suddenly, his legs were forced wide open, his buttocks were lifted, and before he could react, a 　　piercing pressure and pain shot through him. That part of his body, which he himself usually avoided, was forcibly stretched open, 　　and a hard, large organ that didn't belong to him was inserted into his body! 　　A tearing pain spread throughout Jiang Xiangzhao's body, and he cried out in pain without warning: "Ah..." 　　He knew what was happening! —Yue Fushen did have homosexual tendencies, but not the kind he thought. 　　Besides shock and anger, feelings of shame and humiliation overwhelmed Jiang Xiangzhao like a tidal wave. His figure and appearance were nothing 　　like a woman's; why was he being treated this way? He was the eldest son of the legitimate heir of the Southern Jiang Kingdom. If his father hadn't chosen 　　his second brother as crown prince, he would be the future emperor! He had been raped by a man! 　　"Shameless! You beast! You'll die a horrible death!" Jiang Xiangzhao struggled desperately after regaining his senses, cursing wildly . 　　He felt Yue Fushen thrusting inside him, waves of excruciating pain washing over him with each movement, each more 　　intense than the last. 　　That part of him was being brutally torn apart, the pain numbing and burning to the bone. Even more unbearable was the 　　visceral disgust, like his deepest secret being exposed, making him utterly nauseous. He might as well die 　　! But now, even suicide was impossible. 　　"Mmm...uh-huh..." Yue Fushen thrust in and out of Jiang Xiangzhao's anus, humming contentedly. Jiang 　　Xiangzhao's hot, taut walls gripped his desire tightly, each thrust intensifying his excitement. 　　He quickened his pace, hoping for even greater pleasure. 　　But Jiang Xiangzhao's muscles tightened more and more, making Yue Fushen's thrusts increasingly difficult. Impatiently, Yue Fushen shook 　　him, "Relax a bit." Jiang Xiangzhao gritted his teeth, refusing to listen. Although the drug prevented him from controlling his limbs, he 　　could still control his muscles through willpower. 　　This was the only form of resistance he could muster. 　　Yue Fushen found it increasingly difficult to thrust into Jiang Xiangzhao's body. His sphincter tightened, sealing the entrance, 　　making it impossible for him to penetrate smoothly no matter how hard he tried. Unsatisfied desire made him restless and angry. 　　In his frustration, he grabbed Jiang Xiangzhao's genitals and pinched them hard. 　　"Ah..." A sharp, almost unbearable pain erupted from the depths of his desire, causing 　　Jiang Xiangzhao to let out a bloodcurdling scream. His body reflexively tensed, arching like a shrimp, cold sweat 　　pouring from every pore. 　　Yue Fushen was terrified. In his anger, he hadn't controlled his strength when he pinched Jiang Xiangzhao. Would Jiang Xiangzhao 　　die from the pain? He should have been happy to see himself causing Jiang Xiangzhao pain, after all, Jiang Xiangzhao was sent to help 　　his enemy. But seeing Jiang Xiangzhao in such agony, he couldn't help but worry— 　　not out of concern for the hostage's life, but out of his own conscience. 　　He instinctively comforted the man struggling beneath him, gently embracing Jiang Xiangzhao and softly soothing him: 　　"Bear with it, it'll pass soon, it'll be alright soon..." He had never comforted anyone in his life, 　　not even his mother, yet comforting Jiang Xiangzhao was so natural, so effortless, even 　　he himself found it strange. 　　What did this mean? Apologize after killing someone? Jiang Xiangzhao's teeth were already biting his lip until it bled. He had 　　never hated anyone before, but now he truly hated the Yue family to the extreme. When would this torment end? 　　After the excruciating pain that pierced to the bone, Jiang Xiangzhao was completely exhausted and powerless, unable to straighten his body any longer. The Yue family's deepest part...

The desire embedded within him sensed his relaxation and surged forth, resuming its rhythm, only
this time with an unconscious gentleness.
And so, on a cool early autumn morning, Yue Fushen utterly and completely possessed the man beneath him,
a man as warm and radiant as the sun shining on the earth, casting a shadow over his peaceful and captivating glow…
Afterwards, Yue Fushen withdrew from Jiang Xiangzhao's body, not in a hurry to straighten his clothes, but gently stroking Jiang Xiangzhao's
pale face, his fingers pressing the deep teeth marks on his lower lip.
Jiang Xiangzhao seemed to be in real pain; was it because of his own irrational pinch? He brushed
the sweat-dampened hair from Jiang Xiangzhao's forehead, but Jiang Xiangzhao turned his face away, unwilling to let him touch him.
Not knowing what it felt like for a woman to be raped, Jiang Xiangzhao only wanted to cry at that moment. The instant Yue Fushen ejaculated inside him
, all the panic, fear, anger, and hatred vanished powerlessly, leaving only the feeling of wanting to cry
. It was all too late, nothing could be salvaged…
His handsome, rugged face, sculpted with a sharp, unyielding glint, was now etched with utter weariness and vulnerability.
A thin, watery sheen, like morning dew on flower petals, flickered in his deep, still eyes, but vanished before he could fully comprehend it.
Two glistening tears streamed down Jiang Xiangzhao's cheeks, deeply moving Yue Fushen.
He had received numerous concubines bestowed by the late emperor, and countless beauties sent from others. He accepted them all without question,
visiting them regularly to ensure they received his favor equally. Although he wasn't particularly fond of such things, as
the crown prince, it was his responsibility to produce many offspring to ensure a successor to the throne. He always went and did it, venting his frustrations
and then leaving, never to do it again. He didn't care what the women felt. In his memory, even
if they were uncomfortable, crying and begging him to stop, they never seemed to be in such agony as Jiang Xiangzhao. Jiang Xiangzhao wasn't screaming or crying
out, and he didn't know what he had done to cause Jiang Xiangzhao pain.
What was even stranger was his own feeling. In the past, he never cared whether those women enjoyed themselves or suffered,
but he couldn't bear to see Jiang Xiangzhao even the slightest bit upset.
He suddenly thought of a place that might make Jiang Xiangzhao feel better. Yue Fushen immediately picked up Jiang Xiangzhao
and carried him deeper into the woods.
Jiang Xiangzhao was startled when he was suddenly picked up. He wasn't light, and Yue Fushen looked so delicate
, how could he be so strong? He could feel that Yue Fushen carried him with ease, without any effort at all.
Yue Fushen took in Jiang Xiangzhao's surprise. "Feeling strange? Hmm?" Jiang Xiangzhao didn't want to talk to him, but Yue Fushen
held him tightly, leaving him nowhere to hide. He could only bury his head in Yue Fushen's shirt.
A short while later, Jiang Xiangzhao heard the sound of flowing water, and a warm breath enveloped him. Then his body was placed
in the warm water, and his tired, sore muscles instantly relaxed. He opened his eyes and saw that he was in a natural
hot spring, slightly tidied up, with irregularly shaped pool banks made of stones of various sizes. He was placed on a large
rock by the pool.
Yue Fushen also took off his shirt and went into the water. Jiang Xiangzhao stared in shock at the bulging muscles on his chest and upper arms.
Such a beautiful head, yet such a strong and wild body! Yue Fushen was the most
two-faced person he had ever met.
Yue Fushen smiled at his surprised expression. "Surprised? I'm not like you, honest inside and out."
His gaze lingered meaningfully on Jiang Xiangzhao's fair and slender body. Even in this disheveled
state, even completely naked, Jiang Xiangzhao still possessed an elegant air, though his forthright and heroic spirit had been completely
eroded.
Yue Fushen suddenly felt a pang of disappointment. He lifted Jiang Xiangzhao's chin, turning him towards himself, scrutinizing his expression.
Jiang Xiangzhao passively raised his head. He sat on a large rock by the pool, his back against the bank. Every
inch of his skin was under Yue Fushen's gaze, and Yue Fushen's lingering gaze made him feel incredibly embarrassed.
Yue Fushen watched Jiang Xiangzhao's embarrassed expression with interest, suddenly wanting to tease him. He pressed him down on the rock,
savoring the taste of his lips once more, his hands unconsciously roaming over Jiang Xiangzhao's body. He liked the feel of Jiang Xiangzhao's skin
.
He had always been indifferent to matters of love and sex, so his knowledge of sex was pitifully limited. These actions were purely for his own amusement
, unaware that they were a form of provocation to Jiang Xiangzhao.
Suddenly, Jiang Xiangzhao's body trembled, his breathing became slightly disordered, and he let out a low moan.
Yue Fushen's movements paused involuntarily as he realized that his hand was on Jiang Xiangzhao's male genitalia. He unconsciously
moved his fingers slightly, and Jiang Xiangzhao's body trembled again, letting
out another suppressed moan.
The moan aroused Yue Fushen's interest; he wanted to see Jiang Xiangzhao lose control. He then deftly moved
his five fingers, giving Jiang Xiangzhao's clitoris a continuous stimulation.
"Hmm...hmm...ahh..." Jiang Xiangzhao trembled uncontrollably. Although he tried his best to endure it, he couldn't
suppress his body's primal instincts. Although he clenched his teeth, the moans still came out intermittently.
Gazing at the tense, convulsing body beneath him, the flames of desire reignited in Yue Fu's heart.
The revival of lust after its initial release, and its rapid and intense onset, was something he had never experienced before. Jiang Xiangzhao writhed
and groaned beneath him, his hazy, intoxicating eyes seeming to invite him...
Yue Fu grabbed Jiang Xiangzhao's ankles, lifting them high and spreading them apart. He could see the swollen
, bloodied area he had just penetrated contracting and opening... He could no longer restrain himself, nor did he want to
. He parted Jiang Xiangzhao's powerless legs, his molten weapon pressed against the entrance he had just violated.
"No...don't..." Feeling the hard, hot mass against the entrance, Jiang Xiangzhao realized the impending
cruelty and weakly pleaded.
Yue Fushen ignored him, his thick, hot member pressing hard against the chrysanthemum hole, attempting to forcefully penetrate the forbidden
interior. However, the hole was tightly closed due to pain and could not be opened. Yue Fushen forced Jiang Xiangzhao's body to bend over
, his thighs pressed against his sides, his back pressed against the cold pool wall, pressing down with his entire body
, concentrating all his weight on the point that was pressing against the secret cave.
"Please...please..." Jiang Xiangzhao's bloodshot eyes widened in terror, but he was powerless
, his body dangling in mid-air, completely helpless against the onslaught. "Ah, ah!"
The thick, hard, and hot penis tore through his flesh with a soft "ripping" sound, penetrating to
the deepest part of Jiang Xiangzhao's body.
"Waaah..." Jiang Xiangzhao let out a miserable scream. Although the hot spring water lubricated his body, making
Yue Fushen's penetration easier, the immense invasion still far exceeded his capacity.
The wounds inflicted by Yue Fushen's first act were torn open, causing even deeper wounds.
The man did not stop because of the pitiful cries of the person beneath him; instead, he
accelerated his thrusts, using the blood and the wetness of the hot water.
"Ugh...you...beast..." The tearing pain spread through the parts of his body that couldn't bear any external force
. Suppressing the instinct to cry out, Jiang Xiangzhao could only express his anger at the man's torture with broken, single words.
The woman's soft, hot interior tightly gripped his thick member. Yue Fushen stroked the trembling
body beneath him, watching his stubborn expression. Although he tried to hold back his tears, they still welled up and streamed
down his face...
"Ahhh..." His body was pressed down, his waist forced to bend, and his legs limply rested on Yue Fushen's shoulders.
Jiang Xiangzhao had never suffered such humiliation and pain. The thick, hard erection pounded and rubbed against the injured, tender opening in his rear
, the tearing pain spreading from his buttocks throughout his body. He bit his lower lip hard, not wanting the person who was ravaging
him to see his vulnerable side.
The intruder's heavy breathing echoed in his ears. With each deep penetration, his hard, hot member twitched violently
a few times before ejaculating into the wounded passage. "Ahhh..." The hot, molten fluid sprayed onto the torn wound, and Jiang Xiangzhao 　　trembled
uncontrollably in pain . His private parts had been entered, filled, and a man had left his conqueror's masculine 　　mark deep within him. It wasn't just his body that was impacted, nor was it just his spirit that 　　was violated and polluted at the same time... 　　Without giving him a moment to catch his breath, Yue Fushen flipped Jiang Xiangzhao over, making him lie face down on the edge of the pool. He grasped 　　his newly swollen, hard member and thrust it mercilessly to its deepest point. "Ugh...ugh...no...no..." 　　The sudden impact of the thick, hard penis 　　thrusting deep into his anus nearly ripped apart his fragile intestinal walls. The intense 　　pain from the violent swinging of the penis overwhelmed Jiang Xiangzhao, his throat emitting a hoarse, almost bleeding scream, "Why... 　　why...ahh...why...do this...to me..." 　　Yue Fushen reached out and accurately grasped and kneaded the now limp, swaying penis between his legs. 　　"Ah!" Jiang Xiangzhao screamed, his entire body tensing instantly, involuntarily arching his back and arching his neck 　　. 　　The stimulation in front caused his anus to contract, clamping down on the deep penis. Yue Fushen let out 　　a muffled groan, thrusting even more forcefully into the soft intestinal cavity and increasing the pace of his kneading. 　　"Ah...ah!" Jiang Xiangzhao's body trembled uncontrollably. He straightened his back and twisted his body, trying to escape Yue 　　Fushen's fingers that were arousing pleasure. 　　"Why are you trying to escape? Isn't it very comfortable?" Yue Fushen's movements in playing with the woman's male desire went from clumsy to skillful and 　　agile. Jiang Xiangzhao's excited and trembling reaction only made him more excited 　　. He felt no resistance or disgust at the act of caressing a man's genitals that were not his own. 　　"Beast...ah...ah..." The rotating and rubbing flesh suddenly slammed heavily against 　　that sensitive protrusion deep inside her. A strong sense of pleasure arose from the pain. The extreme contradiction between 　　pain and pleasure seemed to destroy even her nerves. Jiang Xiangzhao couldn't help but tremble and scream, which only aroused 　　the sadist's interest. 　　The thick and hard organ thrust harder and faster. Jiang Xiangzhao's body 　　convulsed frequently under the violent thrusting. His anus felt like it was being torn apart by the penetration, but the tip of the penis was leaking fluid! The man's movements became even more 　　convenient. 　　"No...no..." Jiang Xiangzhao couldn't bear the intense pain and excessive pleasure any longer. Besides 　　the hand stimulating his penis from the front, the man's thrusts inside him grew more and more violent. With each thrust 　　, a tingling sensation from his most vulnerable spot spread throughout his body. His mouth was wide open, unable to 　　close, saliva dripping down his face. He could only cry out, tears streaming down his face. 　　"Beast...stop...stop...ah, you beast..." 　　It was contradictory to gasp and curse while responding to the other's hand. Tormented by both pain and pleasure, Jiang Xiangzhao felt like he was 　　teetering on the edge of hell and heaven. 　　"Your body doesn't seem to want me to stop..." Yue Fushen's breathing grew heavier and heavier. In the next instant 　　, the male blade inside Jiang Xiangzhao suddenly changed angle, violently and fiercely thrusting into his depths. The stinging pain 　　and pleasure spread like wildfire throughout his body. 　　"Ahhh..." Jiang Xiangzhao couldn't help but arch his back, his body arching, 　　letting out a heart-wrenching scream as he ejaculated hot fluid, mingling with Yue Fushen's cries of climax. 　　He fainted from the intense pain and overwhelming emotions. 　　His head felt heavy, and his body creaked. Jiang Xiangzhao awoke with a start, realizing he 　　was still kneeling in the hot spring, his body still deeply filled with the man's fierce desire. 　　"So comfortable you fainted?" Yue Fushen also noticed that the person beneath him had briefly lost consciousness 　　. He lay on top of Jiang Xiangzhao, panting softly, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, listening to his rapid breathing, recalling 　　Jiang Xiangzhao's radiant expression and wanton cries during his climax... This time, the sex in the hot spring 　　felt even better than the first time under the shade of the trees. He had never imagined that doing this could feel so wonderful, and he had never 　　experienced such satisfying enjoyment with any other woman, feeling happy and relaxed in both body and mind. 　　Jiang Xiangzhao closed his eyes, unwilling to look at Yue Fushen's smug smile. He could bear the pain and humiliation of being raped, but 　　reaching orgasm with the person who raped him made him feel ashamed to death. This was a shame he could never wash away in his life!

Suddenly, Yue Fushen, still in the position of penetrating him from behind, abruptly flipped Jiang Xiangzhao over, making him face him.
"Ah!" Feeling Yue Fushen's desire inside him swell and harden again, Jiang Xiangzhao let out a
gasp, weakly refusing, "You...don't...don't...don't...uh..." Yue Fushen
kissed him without explanation, silencing his words of refusal, continuing his first experience of pleasurable desire, and Jiang Xiangzhao had no choice but to
helplessly endure it, without any room for resistance...
When Jiang Xiangzhao woke up, he found himself back in Yue Fushen's palace, his body still naked under the covers,
and still completely powerless. He vividly remembered Yue Fushen acting like a child with a new toy, relentlessly
demanding and forcing himself upon him, pushing him to the peak of desire time and again. The ever-
increasing lust blurred his reason, leading to repeated ejaculation until he succumbed to
the combined effects of the drug and passion, falling into a coma…
The windows of the bedchamber were open, the night outside was pitch black, and the candlelight inside was dim, mirroring his state of mind.
Suddenly, he smelled the aroma of food. Yue Fushen, like a cat, silently approached the bedside,
gently helping him sit up against the headboard. “You haven’t eaten lunch, you must be hungry?”
Jiang Xiangzhao didn’t answer, only glaring fiercely at him, his pale face and fiery eyes filled with intense
hatred.
Yue Fushen wasn’t offended, picking up the bowl. “Don’t worry, there’s no drug in it. The ‘Muscle-Softening Powder’ you’ve been given
will last for five days. Of course, I’ll administer another dose before then.”
Jiang Xiangzhao remained silent.
"You can't move, let me feed you?"
Jiang Xiangzhao still ignored him. Yue Fushen picked up a piece of food and held it to Jiang Xiangzhao's lips, but he kept his mouth tightly shut and
turned his face away.
His reaction was exactly what Yue Fushen had expected. He put down his rice bowl, ladled out a bowl of ginseng soup, scooped up a spoonful, but
instead of feeding it to Jiang Xiangzhao, he put it in his own mouth.
Jiang Xiangzhao's gaze wasn't on him, so when his chin was grabbed and he was turned to Yue Fushen, he thought he was
about to be slapped, but instead, he was met with Yue Fushen's lips. Yue Fushen kissed him deeply, pouring ginseng soup into his mouth.
He was so breathless from the kiss that he had to swallow the soup to catch his breath.
Yue Fushen ended the kiss after a long time, watching Jiang Xiangzhao's rapid breathing calm down, his cheeks flushed slightly from
coughing. The desire he thought he had vented for the day surged up again in an instant.
Unaware that Yue Fushen was harboring wicked thoughts again, Jiang Xiangzhao reluctantly said, "You don't have to feed me this way, I'll eat
."
Before he could finish speaking, Yue Fushen suddenly pounced on him and pinned him to the bed. "What are you doing!"
Yue Fushen licked and kissed his earlobe, "I want you..."
Jiang Xiangzhao gasped, "Aren't you...aren't you tired?"
Yue Fushen changed his kisses to his neck, "Seeing you makes me not tired."
Jiang Xiangzhao was powerless to struggle or resist, feeling both angry and helpless. "Why me? Why did you fall for
me?"
Yue Fushen's kisses traveled downwards, murmuring, "I don't know either..."
He didn't know why he felt desire for Jiang Xiangzhao either, as if it were fate, a twist of fate.
Jiang Xiangzhao was like a Bodhisattva on a lotus throne, radiating light and bestowing grace upon the earth; he, on the other hand, was a demon spreading turmoil and fear in the dark corners
, corrupting souls—there was no possibility of them intersecting.
—Perhaps, it was precisely because they were so different that they were so attracted to each other.
Perhaps the reason he disliked Jiang Xiangzhao's smile was because it was something that should have been exclusively his,
yet Jiang Xiangzhao generously shared it with others…
That warmth, so captivating and unforgettable, could only be given to him alone!
Chapter Four
For ten days straight, Jiang Xiangzhao spent his time in bed. Five days ago, Yue Fushen forced him to take "Muscle-Lowering Powder,"
leaving him unable to do anything but lie in bed. Needing to be served three meals a day was bad enough, but even washing and
using the toilet required assistance, driving him to the brink of madness. Being manipulated like a helpless cripple all day long
caused immense damage to his self-esteem.
Yue Fushen showed no signs of abating, his demands relentless nightly. Under these circumstances, the wounds
couldn't heal; new injuries multiplied, old ones worsened, and some even festered internally…
He could no longer derive any pleasure from sex. The intense pain in his anus far outweighed
the pleasure of being caressed in his clitoris. Each act of lovemaking was a prolonged torture for him, while Yue Fushen only cared about his own amusement
, ignoring his pain. He neither prepared for lubrication nor engaged in much foreplay. If Jiang Xiangzhao didn't
respond, Yue Fushen would forcefully stimulate his penis, even if it caused him excruciating pain
and spasms.
That morning, as usual, Yue Fushen rolled over and pinned him down as soon as he woke up, beginning the first torture of the day.
The severely injured area was roughly forced open, and the thick, hard, hot thing forcefully entered his tight, dry hole, relentlessly thrusting inside. Jiang Xiangzhao trembled in pain, his chest heaving, and 　　weak moans escaped
from between his clenched teeth . 　　The restless area was tightly enveloped by the soft, tense inner walls. Although the cavity was too dry, and 　　the penis inside was painfully gripped, the intense pleasure from the friction during penetration almost caused Yue Fushen to collapse 　　. He simply picked up Jiang Xiangzhao and sat him on his lap, placing his knees on his arms, suspending him 　　completely in the air. This way, Jiang Xiangzhao's weight pressed down on his anus, causing it to engulf his penis even deeper. 　　"Ugh...ugh..." The intense pain almost made Jiang Xiangzhao faint. His mouth was wide open, wanting to scream 　　but unable to make a sound, even his breath caught in his throat. He had no strength, and his lower body was held high and fixed in 　　place, leaving him no room to resist. He could only helplessly endure the swollen, hard penis thrusting into him. 　　So tight...tighter than usual. Yue Fushen pulled Jiang Xiangzhao's legs even wider, and no matter how much Jiang Xiangzhao 　　struggled, he could only let out a few choked, painful gasps. 　　"Ah..." In the midst of extreme pain, the enormous, menacing blade inserted into his body began to thrust in and out again, 　　its speed increasing as it rubbed and pounded against his ruptured intestinal walls, causing him unbearable agony as if his buttocks were being torn in two.

Jiang Xiangzhao bit his lower lip tightly, his body curled up and trembling violently. His mouth was filled with the bitter taste of blood, and his distorted
features were filled with pain.
"No...no...stop...stop..." He wanted to close his eyes, grit his teeth, and endure it silently,
but Yue Fushen's increasingly violent thrusting inside him seemed to directly tear open Jiang Xiangzhao's most sensitive nerve
. The gushing pain that reached his brain made him grit his teeth and stare wide-eyed. Finally, as usual, he could no longer bear it and screamed
.
The pitiful cries only fueled Yue Fushen's sadistic and depraved pleasure, causing him to thrust even more rapidly and excitedly. Jiang Xiangzhao's
bones creaked and his internal organs felt as if they were being torn apart, the pain unbearable. Intense
agony pierced his brain, as if he were in a scorching hell, and he screamed uncontrollably...
After ejaculating inside Jiang Xiangzhao, Yue Fushen realized he had fainted halfway through. His interest greatly diminished, he withdrew from Jiang Xiangzhao
's body, suddenly feeling a chill in his lower body. Looking down, he saw his manhood stained with blood! He hurriedly lifted
Jiang Xiangzhao's lower body and saw blood flowing in gushes from the pale, limp body, a horrifying sight.
Since possessing Jiang Xiangzhao, Jiang Xiangzhao had bled every time they made love, but the amount was never large. Women
often bled when serving him, so he hadn't paid much attention. But he had never seen so much blood
flowing out uncontrollably.
An unprecedented terror gripped Yue Fushen. He frantically grabbed a sheet and covered Jiang Xiangzhao's lower body,
shouting, "Someone!"
The old eunuch he had sent to serve Jiang Xiangzhao entered in response. "Your Majesty,"
Yue Fushen roared, "Quickly summon the imperial physician! If you're slow, I'll chop off your head!"
The old eunuch didn't move, slowly saying, "If Your Majesty wishes to treat Prince Jiang's injury, this old servant has medicine here."
Yue Fushen was taken aback. Seeing the old eunuch take out a medicine bottle from his side, his voice suddenly turned cold, "You already knew about his injury
?"
"Yes,"
Yue Fushen shouted angrily, "Then why didn't you tell me sooner?" "
This old servant thought Your Majesty did it on purpose, after all, Prince Jiang once wanted to be Your Majesty's enemy."
Never letting those who wronged him off lightly had always been Yue Fushen's principle in dealing with people. Yue Fushen was speechless.
He knew his own temper well enough to know better. He snatched the medicine bottle from the old eunuch's hand with a curt grumble. "Get
out!"
He carefully applied the medicine to Jiang Xiangzhao's wound, but no matter how careful he was, the medicine irritated
the wound, inevitably waking Jiang Xiangzhao in pain. He felt a burning pain in his lower body
, as if something was moving inside him. What method had Yue Fushen come up with to torture him now?
Suddenly, the medicine touched his wound, and he screamed in agony, "Ah!"
Yue Fushen stopped, seeing large beads of sweat on Jiang Xiangzhao's forehead. This time, he wouldn't mistake it for
sweat from exercise or pleasure. "Does it hurt a lot?"
Jiang Xiangzhao gritted his teeth, enduring the pain without answering.
Yue Fushen put down the medicine bottle and gently wiped the sweat from Jiang Xiangzhao's forehead with his other hand. "I'm sorry."
Jiang Xiangzhao smelled the faint scent of wound medicine. Yue Fushen was applying medicine to him? The very ruler of Xiyue Kingdom personally applied
medicine to that spot on him? What did Yue Fushen just say? "I'm sorry"? Would someone like that
apologize for their actions?
Yue Fushen continued applying the medicine, his movements even lighter and more careful. "Why didn't you tell me you were injured sooner?"
"Isn't that your purpose? To humiliate me, to torment me, to punish me for being your enemy."
"Nonsense!" Yue Fushen covered his mouth. "Don't say such things. I... I really didn't know."
Jiang Xiangzhao snorted coldly, remaining silent. Yue Fushen knew his words were hard to believe. He had never cared about such
matters before. Now, who could he consult? Who dared to discuss such things before the emperor?
Aha! At least one person in Xiyue Kingdom wasn't afraid of his cold demeanor!
An Yixin was having a sweet dream in Princess Yiping's bed when he was rudely dragged out. He was about
to yell when he saw the face of the beautiful woman's brother. He quickly suppressed his anger and forced a smile. "You...you don't misunderstand...
we...we just...that...actually..."
He scratched his head, unable to come up with a reasonable explanation. Although he and the princess were engaged, they weren't married yet.
Being caught in bed with another woman by his own brother-in-law, what could he possibly say? Besides, how did Yue Fushen know he
was here?
Yue Fushen interrupted his stammering, "Put on your clothes, I have something to ask you."
An Yixin, while dressing, wondered who had reported him to the emperor. Yue Fushen
hadn't gotten angry seeing him in his sister's bed; was he planning to move the wedding date forward? That would be great! If they had to wait until Bing'er's mourning
period was over, what if she got pregnant? He couldn't resist touching her.
He dressed and went to the outer room, where he saw Yue Fushen pacing impatiently inside. It was just an engaged couple consummating their marriage early
; was it really necessary to be so upset? "What is it?"
Yue Fushen hesitated, "You…you said…if two men are together…why would one
be injured?"
Having finally grasped the Emperor's meaning, An Yixin's jaw nearly dropped. He cautiously
examined Yue Fushen. "You…Your Majesty…are injured?"
"Not me, it's Jiang Xiangzhao."
An Yixin's jaw truly dropped. He had only been away from the palace for a few days; how could such a serious incident have occurred? Jiang Xiangzhao was none
other than the eldest son of the Southern Jiang Kingdom's royal family! His Majesty had made a grave mistake!
Yue Fushen glared at him angrily, "Put away that stupid look!"
An Yixin quickly put his jaw back on, his overly shocked heart needing to confirm the truth of the matter
—it was Jiang Xiangzhao who was injured, which meant… "Your Majesty, between you and Jiang Xiangzhao… who's on top?"
"Me."
This time An Yixin was prepared, supporting his chin to prevent it from falling again. This… was really abnormal. No matter how you looked at it,
Yue Fushen should be the one on the bottom. Come on! Two men together is already abnormal,
so what's the big deal if it's even more abnormal? "Uh… Your Majesty, when did you and him start?"
"That day in the Imperial Garden."
His Majesty was quick on the uptake. "Where was he badly injured?"
Yue Fushen replied sullenly, "It's very serious, she bled a lot." It pained him to see
her like that. "Your Majesty, you're not going to do it like you did with those women before, just doing it when the mood strikes, without any regard for anything else,
are you?"
"What's there to consider?"
Good heavens! An Yixin sighed, rubbing his head. He had never seen a man as ignorant about such matters as Yue Fushen!
"Your Majesty, men and women are different. You were so reckless. Women feel pain and get hurt. If you treat men the same way
, the men will be hurt several times more severely!"
"Really?" Yue Fushen was filled with remorse. "Then what should I do?"
"How many times have you done it?" An Yixin wanted to get a general understanding of the extent of Jiang Xiangzhao's injuries.
"I've lost count."
"Lost count?" An Yixin exclaimed, "It's a miracle Jiang Xiangzhao is still alive after all this torment! Maybe
it's because he's strong; a weaker person might have been played to death in two days!"
Yue Fushen roared, "Don't say the word 'death'!" He'd already been frightened enough.
An Yixin stared intently at his panicked expression. "You like him."
"Yes, I like him. I want him to stay with me obediently." He knew Jiang Xiangzhao couldn't bear being unable to move,
like a cripple. If it were him, he would have gone mad after just one day. He didn't need to force Jiang Xiangzhao to take the
"muscle-weakening powder" anymore, because although Jiang Xiangzhao was agile, he wasn't as strong as him, and he wouldn't have trouble subduing him in close combat
. At first, he just didn't want to be distracted by suppressing his partner during lovemaking, preventing himself from fully enjoying himself. Later, he
cared more and more about Jiang Xiangzhao and didn't want to give him even the slightest chance to resist.
He wanted him! He was his! Even if it meant going to war with the Southern Jiang Kingdom, he wouldn't hesitate!
An Yixin muttered in a low voice, "I think your hopes are slim." Jiang Xiangzhao didn't have any homosexual tendencies.
How could the eldest son of the Southern Jiang royal family be willingly forced to be a man's pet?
"What are you saying?"
An Yixin sighed, "I didn't say anything. You just want him to stop being hurt and uncomfortable, right?
You have to do it this way..." Let his brother-in-law continue dreaming; anyway, this beautiful dream will soon end. A month
later is the coronation ceremony. As an envoy, Jiang Xiangzhao cannot fail to attend. If he doesn't attend, no amount of sweet talk
can dispel the Southern Jiang Kingdom's suspicions.
Jiang Xiangzhao was not only raped but also suffered cruel humiliation and abuse day and night. If the Southern Jiang Kingdom didn't retaliate, it
would be a miracle if God had no eyes!
An Yixin's head throbbed at the thought of the future. Yue Fushen really did have homosexual tendencies, though not in
the way everyone suspected. Why hadn't he noticed before? Otherwise, he would have been determined to keep an eye on Jiang Xiangzhao and prevent Yue
Fushen from getting close. Now, it was too late to undo the damage.
Jiang Xiangzhao felt that ever since Yue Fushen discovered his severe injury and bleeding from his lower body, his attitude towards him had changed.
Although he still continued to administer the "muscle-relaxing powder," he no longer treated him like a toy or pet,
playing with him when he felt like it and then discarding him when he was done. Now, he was almost deliberately trying to please him, as if eager to make up for his previous roughness
. Although he was still unable to move and could only lie in bed, Yue Fushen prepared clothes for him and
painstakingly helped him put them on every day, then took them off for him at night, embracing him as he fell asleep.
He could even sense that Yue Fushen was trying his best to suppress his desires and stop violating him. Every time Yue Fushen kissed or caressed him until
his desire was aroused, he would suddenly release him, leaving Yue Fushen somewhat embarrassed to calm down.
Compared to before, he was now living with more dignity.
Oh, and also, although Yue Fushen no longer violated him, he was even more clingy than before. Apart from attending
the morning court every day, he spent all his time in the palace. He not only always called him by extremely affectionate nicknames,
but also frequently performed scenes of kissing and caressing. Sometimes, as soon as Yue Fushen had tidied his clothes, he couldn't help but
pull him apart again for some tender rubbing, which annoyed him to no end.
Yue Fushen brought over lunch, picked up a piece of meat, and held it to Jiang Xiangzhao's mouth. "Zhao, this is freshly hunted venison.
Try it."
He didn't usually care much for material comforts. Although he was the ruler of a country, he only had three or five dishes at each meal.
His most important concern was maintaining his power; he wouldn't bother with such trivial matters.
However, the Jiang royal family of Nanjiang Kingdom was renowned for its pursuit of luxury. They demanded exotic flowers, fine wines, and elaborate meals with hermits
and high-ranking monks. Everything was meticulously planned, and their food was no exception. Not only were the dishes exquisite, but even
the tableware was arranged according to strict rules. To please Jiang Xiangzhao, even though he couldn't get up to eat, Yue Fushen still had the imperial chefs
prepare extra dishes, choosing whichever he wanted to feed him.
Staring at the venison before him, Jiang Xiangzhao couldn't help but think, "If only this were Yue Fushen's meat.
" Suddenly, the venison disappeared, and Yue Fushen stretched out his arm. "Eat if you want."
Jiang Xiangzhao was horrified. How did he know what he was thinking?
Once again, Yue Fushen saw through his thoughts, smiling faintly. "You know what? You have
eyes that can't hide anything. People are willing to be your friend half because of your status, and the other half because of your
personality. Your status is very advantageous to them, and your temperament is completely harmless to them. Anyone can
feel very relaxed with you, without burden or fear of betrayal..." The last murmur disappeared from Jiang Xiangzhao's lips.
Jiang Xiangzhao was somewhat confused. Yue Fushen's kiss carried something deep and persistent, as if he wanted to
pour something into him through the kiss.
Yue Fushen's tongue skillfully teased his tongue, lingering and sucking, gentle and affectionate.
How could this be? How could Yue Fushen have feelings?
Yue Fushen kissed patiently, hoping to ignite Jiang Xiangzhao's desire. In the past half
month with Jiang Xiangzhao, his kissing skills had been honed to a high level.
Jiang Xiangzhao's breathing became more and more rapid, and Yue Fushen's hand slipped under his clothes, caressing his skin.
His flirting techniques were much more sophisticated... Jiang Xiangzhao thought vaguely as Yue Fushen's hands
teased his sensitive areas one by one. His body trembled involuntarily with the movement of Yue Fushen's hands, and
his hands unconsciously tightened around the sheets beneath him. He tried to endure it as he had before, but today Yue Fushen
was unusually patient, and this gentle and sweet torment seemed endless.
Yue Fushen's hand slid down to Jiang Xiangzhao's lower abdomen. Jiang Xiangzhao trembled violently, wanting to tell him to stop, but his mouth
was still covered by Yue Fushen's, and he could only make muffled nasal sounds.
The intermittent moans sounded like a beautiful and moving melody to Yue Fushen's ears. He quickened his movements, feeling Jiang
Xiangzhao's body gradually become hotter and more trembling... Suddenly, Jiang Xiangzhao's tongue began to move on its own,
passionately intertwining with Yue Fushen's. Yue Fushen was both surprised and delighted, teasing his desire center even more intensely, until Jiang
Xiangzhao's whole body convulsed, reaching orgasm in his arms...
Jiang Xiangzhao collapsed weakly against Yue Fushen, panting, feeling Yue Fushen gently lift his buttocks, his fingers, moistened with his
love juice, penetrating his genitals. His body instinctively contracted, the pain he had experienced before still lingering deep in his memory.
"No...no...don't..."
Yue Fushen, as usual, ignored his refusal, laid him flat on the bed, and quickly stripped him of his
clothes, then took off his own, spreading his powerless legs. After eight days of rest, Jiang Xiangzhao's injuries should
be healed.
Jiang Xiangzhao protested in vain: "No...stop...stop...ah! Ah ah..." Yue Fushen's
fingers ravaged his secret place, forcing out a series of ecstatic moans, and his penis between his legs
slightly hardened due to the stimulation of his anus.
Yue Fushen whispered in his ear with a smile: "You want me not to stop? Okay..." He used his fingers to test
the looseness of Jiang Xiangzhao's part, feeling that it should be enough. Jiang Xiangzhao responded to his teasing, making his desire rise
, unable to stop. He could no longer restrain himself, gripping Jiang Xiangzhao's waist, raising his buttocks, and
thrusting his silent, screaming desire into Jiang Xiangzhao's soft depths in one go.
"Ah..." Jiang Xiangzhao cried out in agony, all the comfort and pleasure vanishing instantly.
His narrow passage, lacking sufficient lubrication and relaxation, couldn't immediately accommodate Yue Fushen's enormous size.
The scorching heat penetrated even deeper, and Jiang Xiangzhao bit his lip in agony, the tearing pain forcing tears to
stream down his face.
Yue Fushen gently bit the protrusion on Jiang Xiangzhao's chest, one hand supporting his limp waist, the other stroking his
shrunken front, stimulating it to become erect again, slowly pushing his member against the hot, burning passage
.
"Ah...ha...ahhh..." His front was being manipulated, his rear stretched
to an inhuman degree by unnatural forces; Jiang Xiangzhao could no longer distinguish whether it was pleasure, pain, or something else entirely
. Sharp pain and intense pleasure churned every muscle and nerve in his body, inside and out, driving him
into a frenzy.
Their bodies joined, separated, their moist skin rubbing against each other… his penis was tightly gripped by the hot, wet cavity. Jiang Xiangzhao's honey-
colored skin flushed crimson from the torment of desire. His teary eyes darted back and forth beneath him, his furrowed brows, pursed lips
, rapid breathing, an expression that seemed both pain and pleasure… driving Yue Fushen to ecstasy, leaving him breathless and unable to control himself, as if in heaven.
“Zhao…Zhao…you are mine…”
“No…ah, ah!”
Yue Fushen’s fingers teased Jiang Xiangzhao’s clitoris with varying pressure, causing his body to tremble.
“No! No! No…”
“You are mine…”
“No…uh…ah…ah…” Yue Fushen’s thumb, gripping his penis, rubbed against the tip
, the intense pleasure assaulting Jiang Xiangzhao, causing him to cry out uncontrollably, “No…don’t…”
“Yes.” Yue Fushen’s voice was hoarse, filled with desire, as he thrust rapidly within him. “You
want it…you want me…”
"Ah...ahhh..." Jiang Xiangzhao shook his head wildly, unable to control his moans, a
mixture of pain and pleasure. As Yue Fushen's movements inside him quickened, his cries grew louder
.
"Say you want me..."
"No...ah!" Suddenly, the man inside him thrust violently, causing Jiang Xiangzhao to arch
his neck, throw his head back, and gasp for breath, his body contorting. "No...ah, ah..."
"Zhao...Zhao...I love you..." Yue Fushen's movements were forceful, yet his voice was gentle and affectionate. "I love
you..."
"Ah, ah..." Reaching his climax, Jiang Xiangzhao didn't hear Yue Fushen's declaration. His lower body
gushed out as the man ejaculated inside him. The fiery passion completely melted away his reason;
he was oblivious to everything around him...

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