As the wine was served, Jing Ye took a sip and leaned in, pinching the young man’s chin closer to him. 

The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on long eyelashes that resembled half-closed phoenix eyes, stirring the heart. 

Le Zhenghuan gazed in a daze, his face unexpectedly flushing red; he had never seen the emperor like this.

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The rich scent of wine filled the air as their soft lips met. 

The young man, feeling restless, accidentally knocked over the wine cup, wrapping his arms around Jing Ye’s waist as their lips and teeth intertwined, oblivious to the sleepiness that was creeping up on him. 

By the time he realized it, it was already too late. Le Zhenghuan stared wide-eyed, showing his anger: “You…” 

Jing Ye waved his hand over his eyes, and Le Zhenghuan leaned against him, dozing off on his shoulder. 

When he awakened again, it would likely be on the road from the capital to Pingyue. His loyal subordinates would guard him closely, and without his martial skills, the young city lord Le would be left with no choice but to comply. 

Jing Ye helped Le Zhenghuan onto the bed to sleep. Still holding onto his waistband, he murmured with faint traces of wine on his breath, “No, no… don’t…” 

Jing Ye held his hand and covered him with a thin blanket. A palace attendant quietly entered, and Jing Ye instructed, “Extinguish two candles.” He took one last glance at the sleeping youth before leaving. 

Night had fallen. As the imperial sedan passed the library, Jing Ye lifted his hand. Ye Mao nodded in understanding and shouted, “Stop the sedan!” 

Jing Ye got out of the sedan, crossed over the main entrance, and walked along the corridor in front of the library, where many green bamboos were planted, casting dappled shadows in the night. 

The door ahead creaked open, and an old inner court eunuch, carrying a lantern with a cloth cover, appeared, narrowing his eyes at the dark crowd and falling to his knees, exclaiming, “Your Majesty! Paying respects to Your Majesty!” 

Jing Ye asked with curiosity, “What are you doing here at this hour?” 

The old eunuch, who had spent many years in the library, was evidently nervous. He explained, “Lord Feng said that many books in the library are not organized according to regulations, so he stayed overnight in the palace to sort them. This old servant has been here to assist.” 

Jing Ye glanced at the dim candlelight inside and said, “You’ve done well. Ye Mao, send some rewards to his residence.” 

The old eunuch quickly bowed in gratitude, saying, “Thanking Your Majesty’s grace,” before leaving with the palace attendants. 

As Jing Ye turned back, he saw Feng Ling standing under the eaves. 

A few raindrops fell on the bamboo leaves, and Jing Ye’s brow furrowed slightly. Ye Mao quickly said, “Your Majesty, it’s raining; we should go inside.” 

Jing Ye nodded and stepped up the porch steps. Feng Ling bowed and began to speak, “This subject…” 

Jing Ye interrupted, “Will qing remain this respectful in front of zhen forever?” 

Feng Ling paused for a moment and replied, “Etiquette cannot be neglected.” 

Jing Ye chuckled lightly, shaking his head and saying, “Oh, you…” and then walked into the room. 

The spring rain fell gently, pattering against the bamboo leaves, shimmering softly in the moonlight. 

Sensing the coolness in the air, Jing Ye remarked, “After this rain, the weather should warm up. The soldiers heading north can also pace themselves a bit more.” 

Feng Ling responded, “As winter transitions to spring, Your Majesty’s health isn’t great; you must take care of yourself.” 

Jing Ye turned to look at him, smiling, “Are you not going to argue with zhen?” 

Feng Ling blushed slightly and said, “This subject…” 

But Jing Ye suddenly commented, “Although this library is secluded, it hasn’t been maintained in a long time. Lord Feng, don’t you want to change your residence?” 

Feng Ling was taken aback. Jing Ye continued, “You’re on duty every night, taking others’ shifts. It’s unfair to you. If this gets out, it will inevitably make people say zhen is blind to what happens under zhen, unable to govern.” 

For a moment, both remained silent as the sounds of rain outside began to lessen. 

Jing Ye stood up and declared, “The rain has stopped. Zhen is going back to my palace.” 

Feng Ling looked at him and stood to bow respectfully, saying, “This subject wishes you a safe return, Your Majesty.” 

Surrounded by rows of books, the flickering candlelight cast an unusual glow. As Jing Ye stepped over the threshold, he glanced back and felt as if the scene had solidified into an ancient ink painting, timeless and unchanging. 

Dispatches from the northern border began to arrive one after another. General Li had won another battle. The Wuhuan King had been on the verge of death but somehow was saved. Accompanied by Li Tingqiu’s handwritten note, stating that both this subject and Consort Xiang are safe, urging the emperor to take care of himself. 

The Wuhuan King learned a harsh lesson and became more cautious with his strategies. The Xirong were pinned down by troops from both sides and retreated to the farthest desert in the west. Even if the Wuhuan did not pursue them, recovery would take decades. 

Meanwhile, in the capital, the flowers had begun to bloom, heralding the arrival of spring. 

Ye Mao held the dispatches as he timidly entered the study. 

Jing Ye looked up, took the letter, and while opening it, asked, “Ye Mao, how many letters is this?” 

Ye Mao bent slightly and replied, “Reporting to Your Majesty, this is the sixth letter.” 

Jing Ye mused, “The sixth letter… they should be returning any time now.” 

As he unfolded the thin letter, he read a few brief sentences and immediately spotted the word “return.” 

Twenty days later, the army returned to the capital. 

For Jing Yun, this day was significant. 

He woke up early, with the palace maid dressing him in layer after layer of clothing, fastening jade pendants and putting on a longevity lock. They proceeded to the main hall, where the emperor, adorned in a black-and-red dragon robe, picked him up. 

Jing Yun wrapped his arms around his uncle’s neck and asked, “Uncle, where are we going?” 

Jing Ye lifted him up, chuckling, “Your uncle is taking you to see something.” 

Jing Yun anxiously nibbled on his fingers, somewhat bewildered as he was carried to the carriage. Surrounded by a grand procession, they left the palace. 

They arrived at the north city gate, where Jing Ye held his hand and led him up the steps to the city wall, revealing countless soldiers in formation, stretching as far as the eye could see. 

The inner court eunuch flicked his whisk and called out loudly, “Kneel—” 

The sound of clashing armor echoed, as tens of thousands of soldiers knelt on one knee. 

“Rise—” 

Jing Yun, confused, didn’t understand what it meant. Seeing his uncle silent and solemn, without a smile, he also wore a small frown, staring at the soldiers below. 

At that moment, two figures approached. Jing Yun blinked; the first person was extraordinarily handsome, and the second—Jing Yun recognized—was the long-time absent “Consort Xiang.” 

Jing Ye bent down, holding his small chubby hand gently, and said, “Yun’er, follow zhen.” 

Li Tingqiu drew closer, kneeling and presenting his sword with both hands. 

Jing Ye held Jing Yun’s hand, placing it on the cold blade of the sword. 

Jing Yun flinched but did not pull away, hearing his uncle’s low, soft voice in his ear. 

“From today on, you will be the crown prince of this nation.” 

The sky was high and the clouds were vast, and wild geese were flying northward. 

In Xiaoyi Pavilion, Jing Le ran into the room with a wooden sword on his back and stood at attention: “Teacher, I’ve completed today’s morning lesson.” 

Lin Hangyu glanced at him; the young boy still had a sheen of sweat on his forehead. 

He reached out, resting his fingertip on the long sword on the table, and said, “This is the first sword forged for me by my sect when I was ten.” 

Jing Le’s eyes widened, his face lighting up with excitement: “Teacher…” 

Outside Pingyue City, Le Zhenghuan patted his fine steed, keenly listening to the wind, frowning, “Tch, they’re on our tail again.” 

With that, he tightened the reins, and the horse let out a neigh, galloping southward. 

At the Gu family residence in the capital, the old prime minister, usually stable and drowsy, angrily flicked his beard and roared, “You must marry! Whether you want to or not, you have to!” 

Gu Mei retorted, “Why don’t you force Fourth Brother to marry instead?” 

Gu Hong, holding a teacup, paused and raised an eyebrow: “If you wish to marry into the palace, I can arrange it for you.” 

“I…” Gu Mei, outraged, exclaimed, “I simply won’t marry!” and stormed out. 

Inside the palace, Lin Xiaosheng held a tender little hand and wrote the character “Lin.” 

Lin Xiao Dun was restless in his arms, reaching for the crystal mirror in front of him, only to be caught by Lin Xiaosheng. 

Lu Baizang, fanning himself with a gilded folding fan, sighed and said, “I never thought I, Lu, would become a settled man one day…” 

Zhao Yue, sitting on the soft couch beside him, just got up only to be pressed back down by Villa Master Lu with a smile. 

The bustling streets of the capital thrived day after day. In a teahouse, a storyteller with glazed eyes paused at his tea cup and declared, “That’s it.” 

The audience called, “Is that the end?” 

“What about whether the general is alive or dead?” 

“What about the Zhang family’s daughter? Did she marry into the Li family?” 

“No way! That’s not possible! Keep telling the story!” 

“Not at all, not at all.” The storyteller stroked his goatee, shaking his head. “The father talks about his son, the son talks about his grandson. Generations upon generations, endless and unbroken. An old man like me can’t distinguish between two families’ matters, and the day is getting late, so everyone, please enjoy tea and return to your own homes—it’s the sensible thing to do.” 

Before he finished, someone angrily slammed the table, “What a shabby ending, quit the trickery!” 

“I’ve never seen such shamelessness!” 

“Arrest this man! Don’t let him go until he tells the full story!” 

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Seeing the crowd becoming increasingly agitated, the storyteller dashed into the back room, escaping through the rear exit, muttering “So sinful, so sinful.” 

Birds chirped among the green branches, and the peonies bloomed brilliantly. 

In this era of peace and prosperity, nothing could be better. 

The end.

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The old city lord Le did not make an appearance. Before Le Zhenghuan arrived in the capital, he entrusted everything to his only son and his subordinates, leaving without a trace, clean and unburdened. 

The martial arts of the Le family clashing with the sword techniques from Daxue Mountain. Lin Qiqi seriously injured Le Zhenghuan, but in turn as predicted by Lin Hangyu, her heart sword shattered, nearly leaving her lifeless, yet the person she was waiting for never came. 

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She walked to Xiaoyi Pavilion, and for every word she spoke, blood would spill from her lips. 

“He is so cruel, abandoning Pingyue, leaving that child behind. He… he’s free… but what about me?” 

In an instant, her black hair turned white as snow, and her beauty faded. 

Jing Le, standing on the other side of the door, timidly said, “Teacher…” 

Lin Hangyu replied, “Do not look.” 

Suddenly, a hurried person came from the sleeping quarters: “Mr. Lin, the young city lord Le has awakened. His Majesty has summoned you to see him.” 

Jing Ye looked at Le Zhenghuan curled up in the corner of the bed, his eyes vacant and mumbling nonsense. The joy of seeing him awaken instantly dissipated. 

“Mr. Lin, since this matter arose from someone within your sect, shouldn’t you show some response?” 

Lin Hangyu said, “His blood is boiling; he has fallen into madness.” 

Jing Ye felt a tightness in his chest, “What method can zhen use to help him?” 

“Sever one of his arms.” 

Jing Ye grit his teeth, “No!” 

Lin Hangyu looked at him, “Or I can guide him using the true energy from my sect, but this method will cause unbearable pain. If he tries to escape from it, it will be futile.” 

“It won’t happen.” Jing Ye held the young man’s hand, “I’ll keep a grip on him.” 

The youth, confused, curled up in Jing Ye’s arms. When the true energy entered his body, it churned like insects gnawing at his insides, cutting into his heart. He immediately began thrashing, screaming in agony. 

Jing Ye grasped his hand and recited, “Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. Can you recognize who I am?” 

Le Zhenghuan was momentarily stunned and let out an “Ah.” 

Jing Ye swallowed his bitterness, “Endure it; once you do, you’ll recognize me.” 

The youth cried out “Ahhh!,” and suddenly bit down on his shoulder. 

Blood seeped through layers of clothing, and Jing Ye trembled as he said to Lin Hangyu, “Please hurry.” 

Though Le Zhenghuan was disoriented, he still had his strength; as the true energy guided through him, he almost tore a chunk of flesh from Jing Ye’s shoulder. 

The young man lay on him, slowly closing his eyes and peacefully drifting off to sleep. 

Ye Mao sneaked into the sleeping palace and almost gasped at the sight of the emperor’s bloodstained shoulder; he was met with a glare from Jing Ye, which lodged his voice in his throat. 

Lin Hangyu observed emotionlessly and rose, “I will return tomorrow at this time.” 

Jing Ye nodded and replied, “Please take care.” 

Ye Mao, trembling, came closer to examine the wound but didn’t dare touch it; he hurriedly rolled out to summon the imperial physician. 

“Fortunately, it’s just a flesh wound, nothing serious…” the old physician felt Jing Ye’s pulse. 

“He’s not made of iron and steel; he can’t crush bones.” Jing Ye still found time for humor, but upon turning, he saw Gu Hong and Lin Xiaosheng both looking grim, their faces ashen and tinged with a hint of darkness. He couldn’t help but cough and ask, “What’s with the long faces? Are you showing your tempers to zhen?” 

Lin Xiaosheng gripped his other wrist tightly, his voice cold, “Your Majesty presides over all affairs in the realm. Don’t you know to care for your own well-being?” 

Jing Ye fell silent and did not respond. 

The old physician left behind the medicine for the injuries and bowed before departing. 

Gu Hong looked at Jing Ye with lowered eyes and said, “Your Majesty is too sentimental, unaware that being overly sentimental can also lead to insensitivity.” 

Jing Ye shook his head, smiling, “There’s no point in saying more. I only hope you won’t one day have me worrying about your lives.” 

Gu Hong replied, “Pingyue City has long held power in its territory. If not dealt with, trouble is bound to arise sooner or later.” 

“That’s still unrelated to the current situation,” Jing Ye responded, momentarily distracted. He smiled gently, “The old city lord left alone, and everyone in the city looks to the young city lord for leadership. If he cannot return safely, the situation will be genuinely troublesome.” 

“Indeed.” Gu Hong raised his gaze, “But Your Majesty’s actions are not merely out of a desire to appease the people of Pingyue, are they?” 

Jing Ye replied, “Ah Huan… is a good boy. It pains zhen to see him fall at such a young age.” 

On the day when the first heavy snow fell, Jing Yun pressed his face against the window and exclaimed, “Uncle, it’s snowing!” 

Jing Ye turned to look, “This year’s snow is heavy. The common folks will have a better year to come.” He gestured to Ye Mao. 

Ye Mao hurriedly lifted Jing Yun down, “Your Highness, don’t keep the window open. You’ll catch a cold.” 

“Don’t close it; let me have a look too.” 

A voice came from behind, startling Jing Ye. He turned around to see Le Zhenghuan, supported by a small eunuch, slowly walking out and smiling at him. 

When the winter snow finally melted and the buds on the branches of the imperial garden began to sprout, the Xirong made their move. The struggling tiger, wounded but still a threat, could not be underestimated. 

The officials in court looked hesitant, like shy young maidens, as they nominated a few individuals, none of whom Jing Ye found satisfactory. Ye Mao cautiously suggested, “From Zhengde Gate…” 

Jing Ye impatiently replied, “He’s still injured; what’s there to boast about!” 

Ye Mao wisely fell silent. 

To everyone’s surprise, just a few days later, a memorial from Li Tingqiu arrived on his desk. Jing Ye frowned as he read it, placing it aside while saying, “Send it back.” 

“Your Majesty…” Ye Mao bent down and said, “General Li is waiting outside the hall.” 

Jing Ye’s hand paused, then he commanded, “Let him in.” 

Moments later, Li Tingqiu stepped through the hall, following a little eunuch. 

Jing Ye supported his chin while watching him. Li Tingqiu knelt on one knee, saying, “This subject pays respects to Your Majesty. This subject humbly petitions to march north.” 

Jing Ye was silent for a while, furrowing his brows, “Zhen thought you knew your limits…” 

“This subject’s old injuries have healed about eighty to ninety percent, Your Majesty needn’t worry,” Li Tingqiu raised his head and said, “This subject lacks the fortune to remain by Your Majesty’s side, so asks the permission to let this subject take care of this matter for Your Majesty.” 

Jing Ye was taken aback, mentally preparing numerous reasons to refuse him, but they ultimately turned into a soft sigh. 

“The journey is long and arduous; you… take care of yourself.” 

In three days, to gather troops, news arrived from the northern border; the Wuhuan King, leading his troops, had fallen into an ambush by the Xirong, gravely wounded and unconscious. 

Jing Ye commanded, “Keep it tightly under wraps and don’t let Fengyang Palace know.” 

Ye Mao, looking pained, replied, “Your Majesty, the courier has entered the palace, and the palace staff have certainly seen him; it may not be easy to hide it from Consort Xiang.” 

Jing Ye understood this; he furrowed his brows and said, “Zhen says so; you needn’t say more.” 

The next morning, as he was waking up, Ye Mao softly called from outside, “Your Majesty.” 

Jing Ye attempted to sit up, but Lu Baizang hugged his waist from behind, half playfully and half coaxingly saying, “Sweet Majesty, after this little separation, you should sleep a bit longer.” 

Ye Mao hesitated before saying, “Your Majesty, Consort Xiang wishes to see you.” 

Jing Ye pushed his hand away, saying, “It’s probably about the Wuhuan King; if I don’t meet him, he may be left waiting.” 

Lu Baizang reached out to pinch his chin and kissed his lips, “Mmm… waiting a bit longer is fine…” 

Jing Ye pushed his face away and replied, “Zhen‘s waist hurts; you entertain yourself.” 

Lu Baizang chuckled, “Your waist hurts? Let me massage it for you…” 

Jing Ye swatted his inappropriate hand aside, threw off the bedding, and said, “Get dressed.” 

“This subject knows this goes against the agreement,” Gesha knelt on the cold stone floor of the hall, “but this subject asks Your Majesty to allow me to return to Wuhuan to see my brother.” 

“Your brother was ambushed and injured,” Jing Ye said, “Zhen will send someone to treat him diligently with the best medicine; you…” 

Gesha clenched his teeth, fists tight: “Your Majesty, why do you deceive this subject? If it weren’t a matter of life and death, would a message be sent from a thousand miles away? All this subject asks is to see my brother once before I die.” 

Jing Ye was at a loss for words, watching the young man lower his head, sensing fear radiating from him. Fear was not wrong; in life, if there weren’t one or two people to worry about, then what was the meaning of it? 

Jing Ye turned his head and said, “Consort Xiang, as a concubine in the palace, you cannot step out of the palace gate even a single step.” 

Gesha’s forehead felt icy cold, still bitterly chilly from early spring, but he was drenched in a thin layer of sweat. 

What was he doing? He was the hostage sent by the Wuhuan and should remain obediently in Fengyang Palace. He had barged in here early in the morning, hoping that this person controlling the fate of his Wuhuan people would grant him favors… 

He thought that this person would indulge him. 

What he just said truly betrayed the expectations of his tribe. 

Jing Ye rubbed the armrest and suddenly said, “Li Tingqiu is heading north to face the enemy; the journey is arduous. Zhen wishes to appoint a palace servant to take care of him. Who do you think would be suitable?” 

Gesha averted his eyes. “Whoever Your Majesty prefers, let that person go.” 

Jing Ye replied, “Actually, zhen already has someone in mind, but this child’s name is not suitable. If I say it out loud, it might raise suspicion; perhaps we should choose another.” 

What he said seemed more like self-talk, but Gesha felt a spark of hope. 

“Zhen has heard of a renowned pipa player from the previous dynasty who composed ‘Hai Qing.’ The technique was astonishing. You… shall use this as your Han name. Consider it a gift from zhen.” 

Gesha suddenly looked up. Jing Ye, watching him teasingly, added, “Once you bear the name zhen has given you, you will be zhen‘s person.” 

Three days later, the army set out, and the emperor personally went to the city gates to see them off. 

After the sacrifice was made to the heavens, Li Tingqiu knelt and accepted the sword that Jing Ye handed over before getting back up to mount his horse. 

The young general pulled back the reins, glancing back at the emperor being surrounded by the crowd. 

The flags fluttered in the wind, and the drums sounded loudly. 

Jing Ye stood with his hands behind his back, watching the figure gradually fade into the distance, feeling somewhat lost for reasons he couldn’t articulately grasp. 

Ye Mao discreetly said, “Your Majesty.” 

The cold wind brushed against his face, startling Jing Ye back to reality as he instructed, “Return to the palace.” 

After a few days, Le Zhenghuan healed quickly and insisted on wanting to drink wine. 

Having walked a journey between life and death, his nature remained unchanged; even though he had lost his martial skills and was immobile, he could still cause trouble while lying down. Only Jing Ye could manage him. 

Jing Ye asked, “Is drinking all you want?” 

“Exactly,” the youth said, draping himself lazily over Jing Ye and smiled brightly, “If I can’t have wine, I won’t be happy, and if I’m not happy, the injuries will heal slowly.” 

He didn’t care much for the wounds on his body, but knowing that Jing Ye was tirelessly trying to have him treated, he could only listen. However, he needed some excuse for Jing Ye to accompany and reassure him. 

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Villa Master Lu hadn’t gotten laid for several nights now, and the way he looked at the young devil was as if he wanted to turn him into ground meat. 

Jing Ye thought for a moment and smiled, “Alright, since your wounds have scabbed over, I suppose having some wine wouldn’t hurt.” 

Did that mean he agreed? Le Zhenghuan laughed and bit his earlobe, saying, “So, can you feed me, too?”

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After waking from his noon nap, Lin Xiaosheng sat by the soft couch, flipping through account ledgers. 

A gentle breeze floated through the curtains, carrying a faint fragrance. The sound of turning pages brought a soothing calmness. 

Jing Ye turned over, yawned, and said, “It’s rare to have such peace and quiet.” 

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Lin Xiaosheng raised an eyebrow and replied, “Even though the young city lord Le is being a nuisance, Your Majesty indulges him and seems to enjoy it.” 

Jing Ye smiled and said, “You’ve learned to be a bit jealous just like Lu Baizang. You blame zhen for indulging him. What alternative do you have for dealing with him?” 

Lin Xiaosheng maintained his serious demeanor and said, “If Your Majesty genuinely wishes to, there are countless ways to deal with him. If Your Majesty does not have the heart for it, even the greatest martial skills or unmatched intelligence won’t matter.” 

Jing Ye shook his head, “Fine, fine, it is always my fault no matter where I go.” 

Lin Xiaosheng leaned closer, gently caressing the young emperor’s brows. Having flipped through the ledgers for a long time, there seemed to be an aroma of ink lingering on his fingertips. 

“This subject only wishes that when Your Majesty is alone with me, Your Majesty won’t think of others.” 

Jing Ye patted his hand and said, “Ah Huan is just childish, passionate, and easily swayed by emotions. In a lifetime of a hundred years, there are so many things to manage; who would pour all their energy into love? To have a lasting bond is already a blessing.” 

Lin Xiaosheng’s eyes were incredibly beautiful as he looked at Jing Ye, appearing emotionless yet profoundly captivating. 

“Then this subject asks for a lasting bond.” 

The war with the Xirong was not over yet. Although Li Tingqiu had achieved a significant victory, the Xirong could not be completely eradicated. The outside was a territory of tribes. Jing Ye could only help the Wuhuan to win but couldn’t eliminate future threats. 

Now the Xirong were retreating while also dispatching troops, occasionally engaging in skirmishes with the Wuhuan. Ultimately, it would depend on the wisdom of the Wuhuan King. 

Gesha said, “Addu won’t lose.” 

Jing Ye smiled, “I too hope your brother remains victorious, but battle conditions change swiftly, so we must always be prepared with a thorough plan.” 

Gesha’s fingers caressed the iron strings of a pipa, resembling how he would touch the prized bow in his cabinet. 

“The Wuhuan and Xirong have been enemies for generations. The elders in my tribe told me stories of the two tribes’ grudges spanning hundreds of years. Using the words of the Central Plains, ‘called a king if successful, called a bandit if defeated’; the winner gleefully enjoys decades before being overthrown by the other, entangled in disputes until now.” 

Jing Ye said, “So both your tribes are strong, regardless of how fiercely they are suppressed. There will always be a day for a resurgence.” 

“But no matter how brave a warrior is, he cannot outmatch the strategies of the Central Plain’s emperors.” Gesha looked up and said, “The Xirong forces were rampant, and my tribe was on the brink of destruction. But Your Majesty sent your generals to rescue us, so that my tribe can have a fighting chance.” 

The young man said softly, “Once the Wuhuan grows stronger, will Your Majesty lend a hand to the Xirong to suppress us?” 

“This ebb and flow means our two tribes’ grievances are merely pieces on Your Majesty’s chessboard.” 

Jing Ye raised an eyebrow, “Did the Wuhuan King teach you this?” 

Gesha replied, “Yes.” 

Jing Ye laughed, flicking his finger against Gesha’s forehead. “Your brother is clear-sighted, but you are not quite like him. It’s common for allies to use one another; as long as everyone knows what’s happening, that’s enough. If it’s said aloud, it might hurt feelings.” 

Gesha furrowed his brows in a rare frown, snorting in response, “If it’s mutual exploitation, then why worry about feelings?” 

Jing Ye smiled slightly, “You believe zhen has exploited your brother, yet here you are, sitting in front of me, talking to me, aren’t you?” 

Gesha found himself momentarily speechless, realizing, “Well, that’s…” 

Jing Ye chuckled, seeing that he was still a child. 

Gesha gazed intently at the young emperor’s features. 

Such words should not have been spoken. This person was the emperor, wielding great power over the world. With a single word from him, his entire tribe could survive; his brother had married a so-called noblewoman, and he traveled thousands of miles to the capital just to please a man. 

But why was this fragile looking young emperor so different from the rumors? 

He seemed like an ordinary young man, scolding when angry, laughing when happy, and coughing when embarrassed. The etiquette officials said a sovereign’s heart cannot be guessed, yet he boldly displayed his emotions, his feelings of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness laid out clearly for all to see, and those around him had become spoiled by it, neglecting the caution of being with a ruler, which was like walking with a tiger. 

Suddenly, Gesha asked, “Your Majesty, do you know why I was interrupted by the young city lord Le while playing the pipa a few days ago?” 

Jing Ye was taken aback. “Why?” 

Gesha lowered his long eyelashes and then raised his gaze. His features were deeper than those of the people from the Central Plains. When he smiled, his eyes resembled a deep pool of water, enticing and full of affection. 

“Because that is the tune sung during weddings among the Wuhuan people. In Han, it roughly translates to: ‘If you give me a wooden peach, I will repay you with beautiful jade. It’s not just about reward; it’s about a lasting bond.’” 

Jing Ye’s eyelid twitched. “It seems the etiquette officials at Fengyang Palace have taught you too much.” 

“Your Majesty…” 

“What should be taught is not taught, while everything that shouldn’t is taught. That calls for a penalty.” 

“Your Majesty.” The young man leaned in closer, his lanky form surprisingly strong. 

Jing Ye struggled a bit, his expression stern, “Consort Xiang, let go.” 

The beautiful, androgynous young man leaned in closer, touching the tip of Jing Ye’s nose. “Your Majesty, are you angry?” 

“You’re on top of zhen, how can zhen possibly be happy?” 

Gesha laughed, leaving a gentle kiss on Jing Ye’s lips, mumbling, “If Your Majesty wants to be angry, well then, go ahead. Your Majesty’s angry expression looks good, too.” 

Jing Ye: “…” 

Where did this little prince learn such words? Was it from the etiquette officials? 

The summer heat gradually faded and autumn slowly approached. 

On this day, after finishing court, just as he entered the hall, he saw the small boy holding an even smaller child, playing and frolicking with him. 

Jing Ye exclaimed, “Jing Le?” 

Jing Le released Jing Yun, jumped down from the couch, and saluted, saying, “Paying respects to Your Majesty.” 

Jing Ye smiled, helping him up and pinching the child’s soft cheeks. 

Gu Hong sat on the other side, lifting the lid of his tea cup and saying, “Xiaoyi Pavilion has received an acquaintance of Mr. Lin. He entrusted someone to send the young heir here, saying he will stay for a couple of days.” 

Jing Le added, “My teacher’s senior aunt is here. My teacher says she doesn’t like children, so he told me to accompany my younger brother for a few days and not to disturb Your Majesty purposefully.” 

Jing Ye shook his head and smiled, “Children can sometimes be so keen to learn these formalities.” Sitting on the couch, and calling for the maid to bring tea, he asked, “Zhen has never heard that Mr. Lin has a senior aunt?” 

Gu Hong replied, “The Sword Sage descended the Daxue Mountain many years ago, rising to fame with a single sword technique. He seems to have no family ties, but it’s rumored that there was a female disciple in his sect with extraordinary talent. Unfortunately, she was hurt by love and her swordsmanship could not be restored; she has avoided the world for many years.” 

Jing Ye asked, “Her swordsmanship was destroyed?” 

“That Heroine Lin,” Gu Hong paused, smiling, “was enamored with the city lord of Pingyue City. However, the old city lord was indifferent and soon married someone else into the family, and within six months she was expecting. She barged into the city lord’s residence while the lady was seven months pregnant, creating quite an uproar. As a result, the lady, already weak and having given birth too early, passed away in childbirth, and the child barely just survived thanks to the efforts of the Ghost Doctor who rushed to save them.” 

Jing Ye inhaled sharply, “That child is Ah Huan?” 

Gu Hong nodded, “Indeed.” 

Jing Ye felt a throbbing pain in his temples. He understood Le Zhenghuan’s temperament all too well; it used to be enough for him to lose his temper over a maid being disrespected, and now he was facing the senior aunt of that Sword Sage. It was only natural for there to be a deadly confrontation. 

Fortunately, that little devil was currently out of the palace, having been thrown out to apprehend wanted criminals. 

From then on, Jing Le lived in the side hall, together with Jing Yun, sharing the same space, as close as ever. Jing Yun said to Jing Le, “Brother, Uncle says I’m going to be an emperor in the future.” 

Jing Le touched his younger brother’s small face, smiling warmly, “Yes, Yun’er is sure to be as wise as His Majesty.” 

Jing Yun leaned against Jing Le’s still small shoulders, “Then what about you, Brother?” 

“I am…” Jing Le turned his head to kiss his cheek, “Whatever Yun’er thinks I am, that’s what I will be.” 

Inside Xiaoyi Pavilion, Lin Qiqi took a sip of plain water, flavorless, just like her junior nephew. 

“It’s been a long time since we last met.” 

“Congratulations on mastering your heart sword, Senior Aunt,” Lin Hangyu said. 

Looking at the child before her, Lin Qiqi thought, she really didn’t feel he was congratulating her. 

But that was fine; he was like his teacher, day in and day out, sitting in this humble courtyard, no different from sitting atop Daxue Mountain. 

Lin Qiqi remarked, “I’ve secluded myself for too long. I’ve come out this time to fulfill a long-held wish and to visit you as well.” 

Lin Hangyu nodded, “Thank you, Senior Aunt, for coming to see me.” 

Lin Qiqi looked at him and suddenly smiled, “Do you know why I could come to see you by chance?” 

Before Lin Hangyu could respond, and not expecting him to answer, she continued, “That person refuses to see me; if he doesn’t want to see me, no one can find him. Fortunately… ha, he has a son.” 

Lin Qiqi’s fingers were delicate, so slender it seemed they lacked bones; no one would guess these were hands that wielded a sword. 

“I once hated that child’s birth, yet now, I must rely on him to find him.” 

“Senior Aunt, sword path is destroyed,” Lin Hangyu finally spoke, “If you go this time without a steady heart, the heart sword forged over the last fifteen years will also perish in an instant.” 

Lin Qiqi suddenly returned to her senses, realizing her fingers were buried in the wooden table, but she hadn’t even noticed. 

She gave a sorrowful smile, raising her gaze to meet Lin Hangyu’s eyes and murmured, “Since it has been destroyed once, why fear a second time?” 

After sitting opposite Lin Hangyu in Pavilion for three days, Lin Qiqi laughed heartily and left gracefully. 

The next day, she encountered the returning Le Zhenghuan outside the capital. After the young man used his crescent sword, it broke after a hundred and thirteen moves. 

By the time the black-clad guards arrived, only a bloodied Le Zhenghuan remained, and Lin Qiqi had vanished without a trace. 

The emperor summoned the entire imperial hospital, and exhausted the medicinal pills supplied by the southern regions and the rare fungi and ginseng in the treasury. 

Le Zhenghuan was unconscious. Every day, Jing Ye came after court to check on him, repeatedly asking, “Did his eyes move? How about the fingers?” 

The palace attendants lowered their heads, not daring to speak or shake their heads. 

The emperor could only sigh, looking weary and haggard. After several days, holding the memorials, he told Gu Hong, “Post an imperial decree, and announce to the world—is zhen not sitting on an entire empire?—how could zhen be unable to heal a child?” 

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Thus, he waited until winter arrived. 

Jing Ye stood by the bed, looking at the once brilliant red-clad young man, who now appeared like a withered tree, gray and lifeless. 

No one was there to say to him, “Are you bored? Let me show you my sword dance.” 

The incense in the furnace burned quietly, and for the first time, he felt so weary of peace and quiet.

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Le Zhenghuan stayed in the palace, with accommodations and food that were no worse than those in Pingyue City. However, being a young man full of energy and with Jing Ye focusing on state affairs, he couldn’t spend all his time with him. Moreover, there was that surnamed Gu who was cunning and crafty, and Lu Baizang was also in the way, which made him feel somewhat frustrated.

When he was in Pingyue, if he was in a bad mood, he would beat up his subordinates. Here, when he felt down, he would go to the training grounds of the Yulin Guards in the palace and use the young guards as punching bags.

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After trampling some of them to the ground countless times, the young city lord brandished his crescent sword and declared, “You lot aren’t even as resilient as the servants in my household.”

In fact, the servants in the Pingyue City Lord’s residence, regardless of gender, were all skilled martial artists who had practiced their craft since childhood. His haughty words carried a tone of respect for them.

Unfortunately, the members of the Yulin Guards were also vigorous young men; they wouldn’t accept defeat easily. One of them retorted with a sneer, “The young city lord is merely bullying us defeated ones. If General Li were here, the outcome would be uncertain.”

The others didn’t speak but secretly agreed. 

Le Zhenghuan’s interest was piqued. “General Li? Is that the one leading the Wuhuan in battle?” 

The man replied proudly, “Exactly! The general not only excels in spear techniques but is also a master tactician, respected even by the Wuhuan and other border tribes…” 

Le Zhenghuan interrupted him impatiently, “So he is here, then?” 

The man replied, “The general is… in the palace.” 

Le Zhenghuan brushed his fingers over the curved blade of his crescent sword, a smile curling his lips. “What position does he hold? I’d like to meet him.” 

“The general… is currently on palace gate duty, stationed at Zhengde Gate.” 

Le Zhenghuan laughed without holding back. “Hahaha… He excels in spear tactics and strategy, yet he is just a gatekeeper?” 

Everyone’s faces showed displeasure, but Le Zhenghuan sheathed his crescent sword, turning to leave the training grounds. “Then let me gauge his worth.” 

On either side of Zhengde Gate were palace quarters—one for the guards to rest and the other for Li Tingqiu’s accommodations. 

Le Zhenghuan lazily called out, “General Li, I’ve heard of your remarkable martial arts, and I’ve come to seek your guidance.” 

Li Tingqiu closed his scroll and said, “The palace’s martial competitions are not part of my duties. If the young city lord wishes to duel, please seek His Majesty’s permission first.” 

“Do you think he will protect you?” Le Zhenghuan said with a frown. 

“If I do not have His Majesty’s permission, it would be considered a brawl, which is against palace regulations. As the gatekeeper of Zhengde Gate, I cannot break the law.” 

When this matter was relayed to Jing Ye, he immediately furrowed his brows and said, “No, that’s not allowed.” 

Le Zhenghuan replied, “Why can’t it be allowed? You promised me that as long as I listened to you, I could do as I wished.” 

Jing Ye replied, “Then you should listen to me and not challenge Li Tingqiu to a duel.” 

Le Zhenghuan was about to argue further when Ye Mao stepped in with quick steps, “Your Majesty, General Li requests an audience outside.” 

Jing Ye put down the scroll in his hand and said, “Let him in.” Then he told Le Zhenghuan, “You should go have lunch first. I will join you shortly.” 

Le Zhenghuan fixed his gaze on him, suddenly pinching his chin and biting his lip playfully, stating with a smirk, “If you don’t allow me to, I’m still going to anyway.” With that, he turned and left. 

At that moment, Li Tingqiu entered along with the palace maids, and Jing Ye lightly coughed, covering his mouth with his sleeve.

“Ai qing, what business do you have?” 

Li Tingqiu knelt on one knee and said, “This subject reports to Your Majesty that yesterday the young City Lord Le came to invite me for a duel, which this subject politely declined due to palace rules.” 

Jing Ye responded, “Zhen is already aware of this. He has always been spoiled; qing needn’t take it to heart.” 

“Your Majesty… why not agree to the young City Lord Le’s request?” 

Jing Ye raised an eyebrow, “The Le family’s martial arts are passed down through generations and are profound. If you were to win against him, your old injuries may resurface; if you lose, it would damage your reputation among the army. It isn’t worth the risk, so why force it?” 

Li Tingqiu lowered his eyes, saying, “Your Majesty thinks things through thoroughly; this subject is not worthy.” 

Jing Ye scoffed, “It’s not that you are unworthy; it’s that zhen can never tell what qing is really thinking.” 

Li Tingqiu replied, “Your Majesty can ask this subject anything; this subject will answer without concealment.” 

Jing Ye stood up and walked down the steps, circling around him as he said, “General Li, is it more comfortable to wear the uniform of the gatekeeper than that of the City Lord of Bixue City?” 

“Regardless of what the subject wears, we are still Your Majesty’s subjects; it only differs in proximity.” 

Stopping in his tracks, Jing Ye felt it absurd and said, “Proximity? You risked entering prison to seek this gatekeeper position, and that was just to be closer?” 

“Yes.” 

Jing Ye fell silent, and after a while, he stated, “In the previous dynasty, there was a Song Fangxue who fought on the battlefield for decades, gaining great merit, yet ultimately died by the emperor’s poisoned wine. Li Tingqiu, do you think zhen is such a tyrannical ruler who cannot tolerate anyone?” 

Li Tingqiu replied, “This subject has never been afraid; this subject is also certain that Your Majesty is a benevolent person.” 

Jing Ye chuckled, “A benevolent person? A year ago, zhen was still the tyrant you spoke of.” 

The handsome general looked downcast. “In the past… this subject was foolish.” 

Jing Ye pointedly said, “If you feel guilty about past matters, there’s no need for it.” 

Li Tingqiu suddenly raised his head, saying, “This subject…” 

Jing Ye raised his finger to his lips and said, “Some things can be regarded as if they never happened, as long as you don’t speak of them. General Li, can your heart be unburdened now?” 

Li Tingqiu gazed at him, the young emperor’s gaze gentle, the pearls in his hair appearing as if they hung from the clouds, so near yet so far. 

His expression grew resolute. “This subject’s heart can be unburdened, but the affection this subject holds still awaits Your Majesty’s kindness.” 

Jing Ye was taken aback. “Wh-What affection!” 

Li Tingqiu disregarded the difficulty of his position and took Jing Ye’s hand, saying, “The affection this subject holds has been since the battle in the southwest…” 

Jing Ye stepped back, images of them kissing flashing through his mind, and he abruptly snapped back to reality. The person in front of him was still kneeling, and if he were a bit rough, he could easily kick him away. But instead, he withdrew his hand while raising his voice, “Ye Mao!” 

Ye Gonggong scampered in and saw the two of them holding hands, one trying to pull away while the other held on. Immediately, he coughed, “Your Majesty, this…”

Jing Ye shot him a glare and said, “What are you dawdling for? Help General Li up!” The implication was for him to pull Li Tingqiu away. 

Once Li Tingqiu saw Ye Mao enter, he retracted his hand and stated, “If Your Majesty finds this subject’s affection too obtrusive, this subject… could choose to never see Your Majesty again. Earlier, Your Majesty asked this subject whether the official robes of the Bixue City Lord or the guard uniform is better; allow this subject to respond.” 

“Wearing the official robes, this subject holds military power in my hands, yet this subject’s heart is empty. But standing guard at Zhengde Gate, though lacking the commanding appearance of a general, as long as this subject can glance at my beloved from afar, this subject feels fulfilled.” 

Jing Ye froze. 

Li Tingqiu bowed his head to the emperor, knocked his head against the ground, and exited without a word. 

Le Zhenghuan crushed the tea cup. “I knew this person had ill intentions!” 

Jing Ye was startled by the sound of porcelain shattering. He looked at Le Zhenghuan’s hand and was relieved to see no wounds. 

The palace maid collected the shards before leaving. Jing Ye rubbed his forehead and said, “If you provoke him at Zhengde Gate again, you won’t be staying here anymore.” 

Le Zhenghuan was furious, but he couldn’t hit or throw the person in front of him, so he grabbed his wrist and bit him angrily. 

Jing Ye winced, “You’re not a wolf cub; why do you like to bite people so much?” 

Le Zhenghuan wrapped his arms around Jing Ye’s waist, murmuring, “If I were a wolf, I would take my time and devour you piece by piece.” His tone was fierce but carried a hint of youthful innocence. 

Jing Ye couldn’t help but laugh, realizing that although the young man seemed to hold him loosely, he was actually holding him tightly, as if a vice grip that couldn’t be shaken off. 

His Majesty the Emperor felt a wave of melancholy, realizing he shouldn’t have rushed to send Lu Baizang out of the palace, especially since Gu Hong did not know martial arts. 

Le Zhenghuan inhaled the ambergris scent lingering on Jing Ye’s body, feeling his agitation gradually ease, then lifted his lips into a smile again, snuggling against his shoulder and neck, saying, “Call only me to keep you company tonight…” 

When Gesha walked in, he saw such an intimate scene. 

He lowered his eyes, concealing his emotions. 

Jing Ye looked up to see him, coughed lightly, and nudged Le Zhenghuan, saying, “Consort Xiang has arrived.” 

Gesha smiled at him and said, “The pipa that Your Majesty granted me; this subject has practiced a piece.” 

Jing Ye was thoroughly exhausted by Le Zhenghuan’s clinginess and preferred the gentle nature of Gesha. He often enjoyed seeing him and smiled, “Your melodies are rare; please take a seat.” 

Le Zhenghuan snorted, turned, and sat on the couch with his legs crossed, sipping his tea leisurely. 

Jing Ye tapped two fingers on Le Zhenghuan’s forehead, “Listening to music is an elegant affair. You should sit properly and enjoy it; how will Consort Xiang strum the strings with that attitude of yours.” 

Le Zhenghuan lazily replied while stirring his tea, “I can just plug my ears then.” 

Gesha glanced at him, his expression ambiguous, yet he chuckled softly, “It doesn’t matter if the young city lord Le doesn’t listen; besides, my pipa performance is solely for Your Majesty.” 

As he spoke, he casually plucked the strings and began to play. Unlike the usual sharp, metallic melodies, the tune was light and gentle. 

Le Zhenghuan listened carefully, his eyes widening. He rushed forward to tug at Gesha’s collar, but Jing Ye stopped him, saying, “If you’re not going to listen, then just let it be. Why must you resort to violence?” 

Pingyue City was adjacent to the border and had frequent interactions, so Le Zhenghuan, having been exposed to the culture and customs of various tribes, was familiar with some of their practices. 

The Wuhuan people used the pipa to express feelings, often using old tunes to convey love. The piece Gesha played was precisely meant for men to please their beloved. 

If he were to expose the motives behind it, it would only end up serving the intention of the one playing it. A confrontation could lead to broken legs or arms, which would most definitely infuriate Jing Ye. 

Having been spoiled and unruly since childhood, Le Zhenghuan didn’t realize that loving someone required careful consideration, and he was filled with frustration while feeling unable to escape the situation. He instinctively covered Jing Ye’s ears, exclaiming, “You mustn’t listen!” 

Jing Ye grasped his hand, both amused and annoyed. “You don’t want to listen, but you don’t allow others to hear either. What kind of reasoning is that?” 

Le Zhenghuan grinned, his eyes sparkling: “You tell him to play for anyone else, any maid, or even that gatekeeper; just not for you!” 

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Jing Ye said, “That’s nonsense.” 

Le Zhenghuan clasped his hand tightly, kissing his long fingers and laughing. “If you want to ease your woes, I’ll perform a sword dance for you. These platitudes are hardly worth listening to.” 

The young man was unruly and cocky, yet his lips were warm against the skin, carrying a soft sentiment.

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Yang Ziran rode back to the mountain villa on horseback with his subordinates at a hurried pace to report. Meanwhile, in the moonlit cave, little Lord Feng, holding his beloved in his arms, thought to himself that even if he were to be taken to the execution ground and lose his head, it would still be worth it at this moment.

Jing Ye felt that his bones and flesh were cold, but his mouth, nose, and skin were hot. His mind was in a haze as if he were caught between fire and ice, while he tightened his embrace around the waist of the person next to him, mumbling nonsensical words.

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Feng Ling stared at his long eyelashes and pale lips, carefully leaning in closer.

He gently made contact. 

Mo Qi and Mo Wu stood not far outside the cave; as martial artists, their senses were sharp, and it didn’t take long for them to figure out what was happening inside.

Mo Qi, with his face covered, couldn’t help but feel a flush reach his ears. 

Mo Wu shot him a glance with an unreadable expression. 

About an hour later, they heard the rustling of treetops. A figure approached under the moonlight, wielding a folding fan like a weapon, dressed in black with a layer of light gauze over it. His movements were akin to a gliding dragon, followed closely by two others who were also skilled warriors.

Mo Wu bowed and said, “Lu Gongzi.”

Lu Baizang gave a brief reply, his previously charming demeanor now somewhat stern as he strode directly into the cave.

As soon as he entered, he saw Jing Ye lying in Feng Ling’s arms, his hair disheveled, draping over his face, making it hard to tell if he was merely asleep or awake.

Feng Ling was also struggling to maintain his position, knowing that the poison in Jing Ye’s body had been siphoned out. He did not prevent Lu Baizang from taking Jing Ye from him.

Lu Baizang lightly pushed Jing Ye’s hair aside and took his wrist to check his pulse. His eyes unconsciously caught a glimpse of a faint kiss mark peeking out from beneath his heavy collar.

Experienced in the realm of such things, Lu Baizang immediately understood what had transpired. Looking over at Feng Ling, he coldly smirked, “Little Lord Feng, you’ve done well in shielding His Majesty; I should formally report this to His Majesty.”

Though Feng Ling was in pain from the poison, he still sat upright on the grass mat. As a scholar with no physical strength, he did not feel intimidated by Lu Baizang’s presence and remained unwavering. 

“In His Majesty’s time of peril, his loved ones are nowhere to be found. If subjects do not exert their utmost efforts, how can they protect His Majesty?” 

Lu Baizang gritted his teeth in anger, leaning down to whisper into Jing Ye’s ear, “Han Fang? Han Fang?” 

Jing Ye forced his eyes open slightly to glance at him before closing them again, muttering, “I’m very tired.” 

“It’s nothing to worry about. I’ll take you back,” Lu Baizang said, lifting Jing Ye onto his back and slowly walking out of the cave.

His two subordinates closely guarded the path in front of them, while Feng Ling strained to keep up, following them out. 

Lu Baizang safeguarded Jing Ye back to the villa where Lin Xiaosheng and Gu Hong awaited in the sleeping chambers. Originally, Gesha insisted on waiting, but Gu Hong advised him to return. 

By the next morning, Jing Ye finally awoke, the poison having been resolved. He quickly regained his strength after eating something and ordered a return to the capital.

The case was swiftly solved; the remaining forces of the rebels had left behind their last thread in the palace, hoping for a last desperate attack that ultimately did not succeed.

Feng Ling returned to the palace, resuming his role as the poised and dignified scholar; he requested permission to stay in the library. When he grew weary from reading, he would rise to walk under the eaves and gaze at the shimmering distant palace with its azure roof tiles.

Two days later, news of a great victory came from Wuhuan. Jing Ye felt jubilant once more, casting aside his romantic entanglements as he personally received the emissary.

After the morning court session, in good spirits, Jing Ye thought that even if he couldn’t meet the Wuhuan King, he could still offer comfort to his younger brother, so he instructed Ye Mao, “Let’s have lunch with Consort Xiang. Zhen will personally deliver the good news to him.”

Ye Mao bowed in acknowledgment. Before reaching Fengyang Palace, Jing Ye recalled something and stated, “Zhen remembered that a certain vessel state sent a pipa as tribute, with an exquisite tone. Unfortunately, the palace musicians lack the skill to play it well, leaving it untouched. Do go fetch it for zhen and present it to Consort Xiang.”

Ye Mao agreed and took his young apprentice to retrieve it.

Just as they secured the pipa and were headed back, they spotted a person dressed in the clothes of a palace eunuch coming around the corner of the palace wall. The individual was quite tall and kept their head down, making it impossible to see their face. Ye Mao couldn’t help but feel a suspicion arise and called out, “Hold on! Which palace do you serve?” 

The person paused for a moment, then slowly turned around while keeping their head lowered. Ye Mao instructed his apprentice to wait in place while he approached and asked, “Which palace are you from, and what is your name?” 

As he got closer, Ye Mao realized this person was tall, towering over him, and carried themselves with an air of arrogance, unlike ordinary eunuchs.

Just as Ye Mao was about to say, “Lift your head,” the person lifted their head first, arching an eyebrow with a mock smile, “Ye Gonggong is quite imposing.” 

Once Ye Mao recognized the features, he was so startled that his legs gave way, “Y-You…”

The person advanced a step, grabbing Ye Mao by the collar as if he were a chick, saying, “Lead the way; I want to see your emperor.” 

At that moment, Jing Ye had just stepped into Fengyang Palace where Gesha was cleaning his hunting bow and arrows brought back from yesterday’s outing. Upon hearing the summons from the attendants, he handed the bow to a maid and said, “Take care of that.”

He turned around just as Jing Ye entered. When he prepared to pay his respects, Jing Ye waved him off and said, “No need.”

A maid brought over a teacup. Gesha looked at Jing Ye, resting his hand on the small table beside him, saying, “Your Majesty seems quite happy.” 

Jing Ye smiled, “Your brother has won a great victory; zhen came to tell you.” 

Gesha’s eyes brightened, and he smiled, playfully asking, “Will Your Majesty reward this subject?” 

Jing Ye took a sip of tea, finding it amusing, and looked up at him with a smile, “What kind of reward do you want?” 

Suddenly, Gesha bent down, catching Jing Ye off guard as he pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. His youthful eyes sparkled as he said, “Can Your Majesty sleep with me tonight?” 

Before Jing Ye could regain his composure, someone dashed in, and a shadow swept past, delivering a blow that knocked Gesha to the ground, causing blood to seep from the corner of his lips. 

Jing Ye stared at the sight of Gesha bleeding and the figure wearing eunuch clothing, which he found strangely familiar. His heart felt tired, wondering why he couldn’t enjoy a few peaceful days.

With haste, Ye Mao rushed in, and upon seeing the situation unfold, his legs became even weaker. “This-this-this servant is incapable of protecting Your Majesty…” 

Jing Ye couldn’t afford to pay him any mind; he stood up, furrowing his brows, and addressed the intruder sternly. “Young City Lord Le, you have entered zhen’s palace uninvited and harmed a consort. What is the meaning of this?” 

Le Zhenghuan, hearing the reprimand, appeared unbothered. Instead, he lunged forward and embraced Jing Ye, burying his head in his shoulder. “I don’t like others touching you. This person is repulsive and deserves to be hit.” 

Gesha sat up from the floor, lightly touching the bleeding corner of his lips, his eyes downcast and silent. 

Jing Ye pushed Le Zhenghuan away and helped him up, keeping him behind him protectively. “He is zhen‘s consort and thus under zhen‘s protection. If the young city lord Le wishes to visit the palace, sending an invitation or passing a message would suffice. Sneaking in disguised as a eunuch and openly harming others makes it difficult for zhen to maintain hospitality.” 

Le Zhenghuan glanced at Gesha behind Jing Ye, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, completely wasting his fine appearance, and pouted, “Since you wouldn’t return to Pingyue City with me, I had no choice but to come here to be with you.” 

His words dripped with a sense of grievance. If only he were strong enough to defeat Lu Baizang, he likely would have taken Jing Ye away by now. 

Jing Ye knew this young devil was used to being willful and unrestrained, easily yielding to soft approaches but resistant to force. He sighed and spoke gently, trying to reason, “Since you are here in my territory, you should follow my arrangements. Otherwise, getting angry and throwing tables isn’t the way to be together peacefully.” 

Le Zhenghuan looked at him, pursing his lips. “If you’re not always with others, I wouldn’t be hurting anyone.” 

“…” Jing Ye was exasperated. He instructed Ye Mao to summon the imperial physician and said to Le Zhenghuan, “This certainly wasn’t expected. You’ve vented your rage; alright, let’s move this conversation to my place. We’ll talk after lunch.” 

As there would be no dining happening in Fengyang Palace, Jing Ye took Le Zhenghuan with him, followed by a large group of people, leaving the palace feeling somewhat empty. 

Gesha leaned against the window on the soft couch, while a maid carefully wiped the blood from his lips, saying, “Your Highness has suffered, running into that little devil.” 

Gesha slightly turned his face to allow her to clean him. The sunlight outside illuminated his youthful face, his handsome features still carrying a hint of softness, but his eyes were deep and somber. 

“Do you know him?” 

The maid hesitated, then softly replied, “A few years ago, I accompanied an elder from our tribe to Pingyue City to meet the old city lord. It was the city lord’s birthday, and besides us Wuhuan, there were other tribes’ emissaries present, including the famous warrior known as ‘Chishan’.” 

“During the banquet, Chishan acted inappropriately towards the maids of the city lord’s manor. Normally, he would only be reprimanded for such behavior, but unexpectedly, this young city lord challenged Chishan to a duel and defeated him, severing both his hands on the combat stage.” 

The maid’s voice trembled as she recalled that day, her body shaking slightly. “Without his hands, it was as if the eagle had lost its wings. Before we even returned to the tribe, he committed suicide in his room.” 

Gesha’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, but his expression remained unchanged. 

After a moment, a young eunuch entered and announced, “Your Highness, Ye Gonggong has brought the physician, along with the imperial kitchen staff. They have brought several bowls of congee and side dishes for you to recuperate with, saying it was His Majesty’s orders. And that Your Highness should rest carefully and His Majesty will come check on Your Highness tomorrow.” 

Gesha nodded, “I understand.” 

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Once the young eunuch had exited, the maid sighed and remarked, “The monarch of the Central Plains knows how to charm people’s hearts so effortlessly that it’s hard for Your Highness not to feel indebted.” 

As the congee was served to him, Gesha took a sip, finding it neither too salty nor too mild, neither warm nor cold. 

If this was indeed a means of charming hearts, it was no wonder that people grew infatuated.

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His Majesty was going hunting again, and Yang Ziran issued a few commands to the others, leaving the affairs to the deputy captain before coming to complain to Feng Ling, “You are too ungrateful! You left me lying at the table for the entire night. I woke up this morning with a sore back and was scolded by Lord Guan!” 

Of course, Feng Ling couldn’t admit that he had slept in the emperor’s quarters and could only smile slightly, “I’ll find some good wine for you on another day.” 

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Yang Ziran was waiting for this promise, laughing as he said, “That’s the spirit! Today His Majesty is going hunting, and with such clear skies outside, you might as well go out and have some fun instead of staying cooped up in this library like an old book.” 

Feng Ling shook his head, saying, “I didn’t bring my riding gear and have no horse, so what’s the point of going out?” 

Yang Ziran chuckled, “What are you talking about? I can lend you a set. As for a horse, just come with me to the stables, choose one you like, and borrow it. No one will object.” 

Feng Ling glanced out the window. The courtyard was bathed in sunlight, the shadows dancing as a gentle breeze swept through, making it truly a beautiful day. In the end, he nodded ever so slightly. 

After Jing Ye finished lunch, Ye Mao brought his hunting attire for him to change into. Lu Baizang and Gu Hong were playing chess with one another. When Jing Ye emerged in his new outfit, they both glared at him indignantly. 

Jing Ye shot a glance at Lu Baizang and said, “If you want to go, just say so; it’s not like you’re forbidden.” 

Lu Baizang replied with a hint of sourness, “Your Majesty has a new favorite; how could an old favorite like this subject dare interrupt?” 

With a twitch of his eye, Jing Ye remarked, “You didn’t enjoy the sweet and sour fish at lunch, did you? Someone is all sour.” 

Jing Yun was sitting beside the chessboard, counting the black pieces for Uncle Gu. Upon seeing Jing Ye approach, he threw down the black pieces and exclaimed, “Uncle, muah!” 

The young prince had recently taken to playing the kissing game, requiring kisses upon waking, during meals, and even before bed. Last night, when Lin Xiaosheng stayed to accompany Jing Ye, Jing Yun had sat on his uncle’s bed, staring at the beauty and saying, “Muah!” 

Lin Xiaosheng and he had locked eyes for a long moment before picking up the relentless “lusty” young prince and tossing him to a nearby palace maid. “The prince is tired; take him to sleep.” 

Jing Yun immediately became tearful, breaking free from the maid’s arms and whining as he returned to his sleeping quarters. 

Jing Ye leaned down and gave Jing Yun a kiss. Jing Yun pouted, “Uncle, why didn’t you kiss my mouth?” 

Before Jing Ye could respond, Lu Baizang lunged forward and bit Jing Ye’s lips, licking them and saying with a roguish grin, “Because this place can only be touched by those who share a bed with your uncle.” 

Jing Ye’s expression darkened, slapping Lu Baizang away. Just as he was about to speak, his chin was suddenly grabbed, and soft lips pressed against his, a tongue slipping into the space between his lips, eliciting a gentle touch. 

Gu Hong released his hold, looking at the wide-eyed Jing Yun with a faint smile, “Your Uncle Lu is quite right.” 

Jing Yun’s eyes immediately welled with tears again, and he jumped off the soft couch, whining as he returned to his sleeping quarters. 

Jing Ye: “…” 

Once they had gathered their things, they made their way to the front hall, where Gesha was already waiting. 

The little white wolf cub clumsily followed along, sniffing around at Jing Ye’s leg and rubbing its head against his knee. It had grown quickly; Jing Ye had brought it back to the villa, and it was the first to open its eyes and see him, thereafter treating him like its guardian, following him wherever he went. 

Gesha’s gaze swept over the white wolf cub’s snowy fur, and a hint of peculiar interest crossed his eyes. 

The guards lined up in formation, led by Yang Ziran, awaited outside the gates. The deputy captain brought over the Obsidian, and Jing Ye patted its horsey face before mounting. 

The white wolf cub sat patiently on the ground, looking up longingly. Smiling, Jing Ye motioned for someone to lift it up and place it on his horse’s back, gripping the reins with one hand while supporting the wolf cub with the other. The Obsidian kicked its front hooves restlessly and snorted loudly. 

Gesha also mounted swiftly. Then the group set off from the summer retreat villa, heading into the woods. 

Jing Ye was not skilled in hunting and could not shoot an arrow, instead leisurely leading Obsidian as they walked and stopped, taking in the scenery of the forest. Once in the wilderness, the white wolf cub jumped down from the horse, sniffing and examining everything around its master. 

Gesha rode forward not far from Jing Ye, sitting straight in his saddle with his soft armor on, bow and arrows slung across his back, and a quiver at his waist, his eyes sharp as he captured sounds within the woods. 

Wherever he focused, he struck fast and true. 

As guards of the emperor, they were naturally skilled horsemen and archers, but even they couldn’t help but secretly admire the Wuhuan people’s natural talent for hunting. 

Jing Ye let Obsidian run freely. Noticing Gesha seemed invigorated, chasing after prey and getting farther away, Jing Ye turned to Yang Ziran and instructed, “Have a couple of people follow Consort Xiang.” 

Yang Ziran bowed over slightly on horseback, saying, “Understood.” 

Jing Ye pulled the reins tighter and lowered his head to avoid a hanging branch, but suddenly he heard a “whoosh” sound. He turned his head and saw the white wolf cub, which had been rolling in the grass, raising its ears and arching its back, looking around anxiously. 

Frowning, Jing Ye opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly felt a wave of palpitations. Obsidian let out a shriek of fear, rearing up on its front hooves and nearly throwing him off. 

Yang Ziran immediate responded from behind, shouting, “The horse is stung by a bee! Protect His Majesty!” 

Jing Ye gripped the reins tightly, clinging to the horse’s back. Obsidian shrieked again, bolting down the mountain path into the dense woods. 

Yang Ziran spurred his horse after him, shouting for help when suddenly the deputy captain came running up, clutching his right arm, saying, “My lord! There are traitors among the party!” 

Yang Ziran felt his heart sink. Looking towards the woods, he saw several figures flying through the leaves, and the last person turned and made a hand gesture at him. 

His heart sank further. He turned his horse around and commanded, “Relay the order for everyone to turn around and capture the traitors!” 

Meanwhile, Jing Ye was gripping the horse tightly, feeling nauseated from the bumpiness, as Obsidian, after being frightened, was no longer docile and galloped wildly into the depths of the mountain woods. 

Just as he was enduring this torment, suddenly someone reached out from thin air and pulled him up, landing him on level ground. A group of dark-clothed guards in sleek attire, all kneeling on one knee, bowed and said, “Greetings, Your Majesty. This subject is Commander Mo Zhun of the Dark Guards.” 

Jing Ye leaned against a relatively flat rock, frowning as he said, “Can you check zhen‘s right leg to see if there’s something there?” 

One of the black-clad guards stepped forward, saying, “Pardon this subject’s rudeness.” As he lifted Jing Ye’s right leg, he drew a dagger and made a small cut at the knee, gently tearing the fabric. 

Then his gaze sharpened, and he struck quickly, extracting a small blue-green snake from the pant leg. 

Jing Ye propped himself up to see that indeed there were two tiny wounds on his right knee. 

The guard said, “Someone tampered with the saddle.” 

Jing Ye closed his eyes, “Zhen feels dizzy and heavy, and my heart is racing.” 

The guard remained kneeling and responded, “This subject will take people to eliminate nearby traitors and find the antidote immediately. Mo Wu and Mo Qi will stay behind to guard Your Majesty and bring Your Majesty to a nearby hidden place to rest.” 

With that, the guards dispersed in various directions, leaving two behind. 

Jing Ye said, “Zhen can’t feel zhen‘s leg anymore; someone help zhen up.” 

The thinner guard performed a bow, then came over to support Jing Ye, while the other positioned himself to the left. The three of them walked into a nearby cave concealed by vines. 

Jing Ye leaned against the cave wall, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him. He forced his eyes open and looked at the two standing beside him, asking, “Which of you is Mo Wu, and who is Mo Qi?” 

Knowing he must avoid falling into a coma after being poisoned, he tried to gather his wits and strike up a conversation with the two. 

The thinner guard bowed, saying, “This subject is Mo Qi.” 

His voice was crisp and youthful, contrasting sharply with his serious attire. Jing Ye smiled, “Take off your face mask so zhen can see.” 

The guard hesitated for a moment, but understanding he couldn’t refuse the emperor’s command, he raised his hand to remove the mask, revealing a delicate and fair baby face. 

Jing Ye chuckled again, “How old are you?” 

Mo Qi replied, “This subject is twenty-four years old.” 

Jing Ye was astonished, “Twenty-four? You look like you haven’t even reached coming-of-age yet.” 

Mo Qi appeared shy as he said, “This subject was born with a tender face, and as a result, Commander Mo often… has some complaints about it.” 

Jing Ye laughed, “The features and skin we inherit from our parents cannot be changed by human effort.” 

Mo Qi’s cheeks flushed slightly; he looked timid and pale, easy to redden, and did not resemble a composed and restrained shadow guard at all, which made it understandable that Mo Zhun might have some hesitations. 

Jing Ye’s playful banter with this young shadow guard lifted his spirits a little. 

Mo Wu had remained silent, standing nearby, listening to the emperor speak to Mo Qi when his ears suddenly twitched, and he spoke up, “There are people nearby.” 

Mo Qi stiffened, having heard it as well. 

Jing Ye asked, “Who is it?” 

Mo Wu listened attentively, “Two horses, one with a rider.” He then bowed respectfully, “Your Majesty, please remain calm; this subject will go investigate.” Quickly, he exited the cave. 

Mo Qi stepped closer to the opening, and Jing Ye fell silent, closing his eyes as he began to feel increasingly cold, his head growing heavier. 

It was unclear how much time had passed when he suddenly heard someone calling, “Your Majesty.” 

Jing Ye opened his eyes to see Mo Wu standing at the entrance, asking, “Who is it?” 

Mo Wu stepped aside to let someone through. Although he was not dressed as a civil official, he still exuded an air of composure, standing tall like a green pine. 

Jing Ye’s eyes widened slightly, “Feng Qing?” 

Feng Ling looked steadily at him, then bowed deeply, saying, “This subject saw your imperial mount in the woods and sensed something was amiss, so this subject… paying respects to Your Majesty.” 

At this point, Jing Ye could only sigh, “You’ve been drawn into this mess for no reason.” Noticing Feng Ling was still standing, he pointed to a spot beside him and said, “Take a seat.” 

Feng Ling complied, while Mo Qi and Mo Wu stepped outside to maintain their vigilance. 

Jing Ye hesitated, wanting to say something, but ultimately decided to shut his eyes. The chill within him intensified, spreading through his limbs, causing him to shiver uncontrollably. 

In his stupor, he heard a low voice call, “Your Majesty? Your Majesty?” 

Jing Ye furrowed his brows tightly. 

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After a moment of silence, the voice said softly, “This subject has offended Your Majesty,” followed by the sound of rustling fabric as a warm body leaned in against him, enveloping him in an embrace. 

Jing Ye felt the warmth of the person’s neck against his face, their breaths and the rhythmic beating of their hearts merging harmoniously, more comforting than the softest bedding he had ever slept on. 

Feng Ling lowered his head slightly, brushing against Jing Ye’s crown of hair, speaking in a calm, almost tender voice, “Your Majesty.”

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