After a scare, Jing Ye waved his hand and ordered Ye Mao to send the imperial physician, who had been on his way, back. 

Ye Mao complied and left. When he returned, he saw Jing Ye still standing by the couch, lost in thought. He cautiously approached and asked, “Your Majesty, shall this servant have someone send Lord Feng back to the library?” 

Jing Ye pressed his temples, feeling a headache coming on, and said, “No need. Just have the palace maids bring a light blanket for him to cover up with. In the morning, once he wakes, tell him to return to the library by himself.” 

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Ye Mao replied, “Understood.” Although his tone was official, there was a hint of regret in it. 

Jing Ye raised an eyebrow, and Ye Gonggong immediately went to carry out the instruction. 

Jing Ye stood by the soft couch for a while longer, glancing at the person lying there, completely unaware in their sleep. He let out a soft sigh and turned back to the sleeping quarters. 

The next morning. 

“Lord Feng?” 

The sunlight streamed brightly through the paper window and fell on the face of the hungover Feng Ling, who blinked awake, feeling as if his head would split open. 

He turned towards the source of the voice, and as the figure before him came into focus, he realized it was a pretty palace maid. Seeing him awake, she bowed slightly and said, “This servant has been sent by His Majesty to assist Lord Feng in washing up.” 

His Majesty… His Majesty?! 

Feng Ling suddenly sat up, looking around. The hibiscus cushions and the pine-jacquard curtains were furnished with nothing but precious items, completely incomparable to the cold and desolate library he was used to. 

He strained to recall what had happened the night before, but his aching head made it difficult, so he pressed his temples in frustration. 

The palace maids were all seasoned attendants to Jing Ye and speculated about the several gongzi around the emperor. Lin Gongzi, with his ethereal demeanor; Gu Gongzi, with his calm elegance; and Villa Master Lu, with his carefree charm. They had yet to see a gentleman as upright and refined as Lord Feng receiving such special treatment, so they predicted he might also be among them in the future. Therefore, they remained respectful and orderly, not daring to gossip, only saying, “Lord Feng, will you be getting up to wash? The hangover medicine is prepared.” 

Feng Ling sat there in a daze. He finally managed to pull a few threads from his tangled memories—he had gotten drunk and done something he had always wanted to do, but he had left it unfinished, just shy of completing it— 

Feng Ling closed his eyes, still feeling the buzzing headache, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions. 

Feelings that had been trapped inside for too long turned into sharp needles, incessantly pricking at his heart and making it ache, more tormenting than any sudden physical pain. 

The keen-witted palace maid noticed Feng Ling had fallen silent, seemingly suffering from a terrible headache, and quietly instructed her companions, “Go tell His Majesty that Lord Feng is feeling unwell from his hangover and ask if His Majesty wishes to summon the physician.” 

One of them quickly left to report back. 

Feng Ling snapped back to reality, throwing off the thin blanket to get up and saying to the palace maid, “Thank you for your trouble.” 

The maid smiled gently, saying, “My lord, please come sit here so these two servants can help you wash up.” 

A young palace maid brought a set of blue robes for Feng Ling to change into, helped him fasten a jade crown, and after he had washed up, the servant returned and reported, “His Majesty has summoned the physician; and asks Lord Feng to go and see him.” 

Feng Ling then followed the palace maid towards Jing Ye’s sleeping quarters, when they happened to run into another visitor. 

On the stone steps of the courtyard stood Gesha, veiled and flanked by two Wuhuan maidservants. He was new to the capital and, still adjusting to the environment, was slightly thin, making it hard to tell his gender at first glance, although he was indeed tall. 

Seeing someone dressed in a way that was neither masculine nor feminine and different from the usual palace consorts, Feng Ling had figured out who it was. The palace maid leading him quickly curtsied and announced, “Greetings to niangniang.” 

Feng Ling promptly returned the greeting with a clasped hand gesture, standing respectfully with his head lowered as he said nothing further. 

However, Gesha was not bound by such formalities. He looked Feng Ling up and down curiously, while one of his maidservants, understanding her master’s intent, stepped forward with a slight curtsy and smiled, “This gongzi looks quite familiar; may we ask which part of the palace Gongzi belongs to? We would like to pay our respects.” 

Feng Ling was taken aback, realizing that they were mistaking him for a male consort. Just as he was about to explain, feeling awkward, the guiding palace maid quickly interjected, “This is Lord Feng of Hanlin Academy serving His Majesty. He was summoned by His Majesty last night, and due to the late hour, he was permitted to stay in the side room.” 

Gesha squinted his eyes; although he was a Wuhuan, he was well aware of the strict rules and etiquette of the Central Plains court. It was a grave offense to intrude or spend the night in the emperor’s chambers. The palace maid’s words seemed too nonchalant for such a serious matter. 

Lord Feng. Gesha snorted, turned, and ascended the steps, entering the hall directly. 

The palace maid sighed and said to Feng Ling, “Please, my lord, let’s go inside to pay our respects.” 

Jing Ye had just finished the morning court session and was speaking with Jing Yun and Zhao Yue while holding a cup of tea, when he looked up and saw Gesha and Feng Ling entering one after the other to pay their respects. Seeing that they had bumped into each other, he set down his teacup and said to Gesha, “Ai fei has suffered coming to pay respects under the hot sun; you should go to the back and rest for a while.” (TN: like ai qing used to address ministers, ai fei is used to address consorts in the harem)

As he spoke, he gave Jing Yun a pat on the head, saying, “Yun’er, why don’t you take your younger brother and Consort Xiang to the back to play?” 

Jing Yun obediently hopped off his uncle’s knee and tugged at Gesha’s sleeve, saying, “Xiang liangliang.” 

Gesha looked down at the future crown prince, seeing that Jing Xiao Yun had gotten pastry crumbs all over his “Xiang liangliang”’s sleeve. The fabric was softly embroidered, cool to the touch, a rarity even in the palace, gifted to him during his consort ceremony. 

Jing Xiao Yun also noticed how pleasant the fabric felt and rubbed it a few times, causing the entire sleeve edge to become messy. 

Gesha’s expression stiffened. He had grown accustomed to the dry heat of the frontier and could not tolerate the capital’s sweltering conditions, so he loved wearing his few pieces of soft silk clothing. Now if they were soiled by Jing Xiao Yun, he would have no replacements, so he stretched out his long arm and lifted the little one entirely, letting him sit on his arm. 

Jing Xiao Yun’s weight was quite hefty now, and the palace maids had stopped daring to hold him for fear of dropping the precious prince. Gesha, holding him like a little chick, performed an awkward bow towards Jing Ye before strolling deeper into the palace. 

Jing Xiao Yun wriggled around in Gesha’s embrace, but upon being given a stern look from Gesha, he immediately nestled into Consort Xiang’s embrace, looking quite pitiful. 

Gesha held the soft little child, leaned down to sniff, and indeed, it seemed the resemblance of uncle and nephew extended even to their scents. 

Once the hall was left with only Jing Ye, Feng Ling, and the physician—who was making himself look as still as a statue—Jing Ye addressed the physician, saying, “Take a look.” He then said to Feng Ling, “You sit.” 

The physician stepped forward on small, rapid steps, producing a soft cushion, checking Feng Ling’s pulse and complexion. Turning back, he reported, “Your Majesty, it is not unlike common drunkenness. The headache is typical. This subject has a pill that can cure headaches post-drinking; take one, rest for a bit, and one will feel better.” 

Jing Ye nodded and said, “Give the pills to Ye Mao; you may retire.” 

The physician exhaled with relief and quickly exited, thinking how challenging it was to examine the future favorite in front of the emperor. 

Thus, only Jing Ye and Feng Ling remained in the hall, with the palace maids and Ye Gonggong dutifully observing, acting as wallflowers. 

Jing Ye asked, “Does your head still hurt?” 

Feng Ling quickly clasped his hands and replied, “It is much better now.” 

Jing Ye said, “Oh, that’s good.” 

“…” 

Ye Gonggong and the others: “…” 

After a long while, Jing Ye spoke, “Hangovers are bad for your health, Feng Qing. As a Hanlin scholar, it is wise to exercise moderation.” 

This statement carried a hint of reproach, and Feng Ling hurriedly knelt and apologized, saying, “This subject offended Your Majesty last night; this subject is willing to accept any punishment and hopes Your Majesty will quell your anger.” 

Jing Ye lowered his gaze and replied, “En, do not let it happen again. Take the pills and leave.” 

Feng Ling was taken aback for a moment, closed his eyes, and said, “Thank you, Your Majesty… this subject will take my leave.” 

Once Feng Ling left, Jing Ye stood up, and Ye Mao quickly asked, “Your Majesty, will you be going hunting today?” 

Jing Ye shook his head, turning to walk further inside. 

Upon entering the inner chamber, he found palace maids attending while Jing Yun and Gesha sat on the ground assembling a small bamboo house. 

Jing Yun was constructing the roof while looking around and said, “Where did the small table go?” 

Gesha furrowed his brow, placing a bamboo table no bigger than the palm of his hand into the little boy’s outstretched hands. 

Jing Yun muttered, “We need a big bed.” 

Gesha placed the bamboo bed he had assembled onto the floor. 

Jing Ye motioned for the palace maids to remain silent and smiled as he watched the two worked for a while. Finally, he called out, “Yun’er.” 

Jing Yun looked up at Jing Ye and exclaimed, “Uncle!” 

Gesha also stood up and bowed, but it seemed the court ladies of Fengyang Palace responsible for teaching etiquette were not doing their job. 

Jing Ye shook his head and said, “These etiquette rules among the palace women are rather troublesome for you. In the future, just greet zhen as my subjects do, with a clasped hand gesture.” 

Gesha appeared to breathe a sigh of relief. 

Jing Ye picked up Jing Yun and weighed him. “Yun’er, is Consort Xiang good-looking?” 

Jing Yun glanced back at Gesha, then buried his head into Jing Ye’s embrace and said, “Uncle Gu is the most good-looking.” 

Gesha: “…” 

Jing Ye laughed aloud, while Gesha huffed. Jing Ye then asked, “Did you come here for something?” 

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Gesha, clasped his hands awkwardly, said, “This consort wishes to go hunting.” 

Jing Ye was taken aback, thought for a moment, and smiled, “That makes sense. Having grown up on the frontier, it is natural to feel constrained within the palace. Very well, there will be a hunting outing tomorrow; you can accompany zhen.” 

Gesha’s eyes brightened, and he clasped his hands again, saying, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

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As the scorching heat of summer approached, Shaochang Temple took early action to ensure the Huange Mountain Villa was well-prepared. Once May had passed, they reported to the palace and the emperor moved into the villa. 

Though it was called a mountain villa, it was actually a temporary palace built by the previous emperor in the southern outskirts of the city. While it was not as grand and imposing as the heavily fortified palaces within the imperial city, it was still architecturally beautiful and had flowing water and pavilions. 

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Naturally, Jing Ye would not be the only one moving there. Jing Yun and two playmates were to accompany him, and Gu, Lu, and Lin could not be left behind either. All were assigned quarters and brought their personal servants. The Noble Consort Xiang, who had recently gained the emperor’s favor, would also go. 

The previous emperor loved collecting books, so he had constructed a library in the villa. However, Jing Ye’s predecessor had indulged in pleasures and neglected state affairs, causing this library to fall into disuse. 

Upon hearing this, Shaochang Temple reported the situation, and Jing Ye ordered half of the palace’s library staff to be transferred to the villa, as well as a few scholars from the Hanlin Academy, well-versed in classics and history, to assist in organizing the books. 

On the eve of moving to the villa, in the small courtyard of the Feng residence, Feng Ling was concentrating on his painting when he suddenly heard a servant say, “The madam has arrived.” 

Feng Ling quickly put down his brush and stood up. Madam Feng had entered the room. Seeing Feng Ling standing by the painting table, she said, “You’re leaving home tomorrow; why aren’t you resting?” 

Feng Ling smiled, “I promised Yang Ziran I would finish his painting; he’s in a hurry for it.” 

Madam Feng looked at the canvas on the table, which depicted a still unfinished painting of a lady. The woman’s eyebrows and figure were alluring, causing her heart to stir. Yet she said, “You’ve learned tricks to charm ladies son of the Yang family; be careful your father doesn’t scold you.” 

Feng Ling displayed a helpless smile, saying, “I wanted to turn it down, but I couldn’t resist his beseeches.” 

Madam Feng probed, “I see that though you liked painting, you only sketched with a few strokes. Why are you now painting figures?” 

Feng Ling paused for a moment and replied, “I… I’ve found that painting figures is very interesting, so I practice often.” 

Madam Feng, having raised him, could tell whether he was being dismissive or truthful. Her eyes glanced over to a corner of the table where scrolls were piled and she said, “Is this all your work? Let me see.” 

Feng Ling hesitated, “Mother…” He was about to stop her, but upon seeing Madam Feng already reaching for one of the scrolls, he let it be. 

As Madam Feng unfurled the painting, her heart sank. She had once accompanied her husband into the palace to meet the emperor, and the young man in the yellow robe, smiling warmly, was none other than the current emperor. 

“You…” 

Feng Ling quietly looked at her, his eyes filled with both regret and determination. “Mother, since childhood, Father has taught me to be loyal and steadfast. If I were to abandon that, wouldn’t it be a betrayal of the sage’s teachings?” 

Madam Feng was furious, “Loyal and steadfast… what do you mean by that! Your father taught you to be upright, not to disrespect the emperor!” 

Feng Ling pursed his lips and responded, “I did not disrespect the emperor.” 

Madam Feng rolled the scroll back up, unable to decide whether to keep it or toss it aside. Ultimately, she sighed and returned it to the tube. 

She had raised this son, did she not know him? Although Feng Ling always adhered to rules and followed the sage’s teachings, there was a time when he acted rashly. While other children learned from their mistakes, Feng Ling was the type to hit his head against the wall repeatedly, continuing until he was bruised and bloodied before finally stopping. 

Madam Feng retreated to her chair while Feng Ling knelt in front of her, his robes lifted. “I am unfilial, Mother; please do not let it affect your health.” 

Madam Feng waved her hand, exhausted. “You’ve reached the age where you should set up your own household. I only kept you in the family in hopes of having a lively home. Very well. We will not intervene in this matter; if anything arises, you will handle it.” 

Though parents might say such things, if something truly happened, how could they turn their backs? 

Feng Ling understood this all too well. The greatest unfilial act is to have no descendants, and feeling guilty, he bowed his head, got up, and escorted Madam Feng out. 

The next day, a grand procession set out from the palace to the southern outskirts, arriving at the villa. The villa was situated by the mountains and waters, and the pavilions and corridors were thoughtfully arranged to provide respite from the summer heat, cooling the fierce summer by about half, especially in the Wanhe Songfeng where Jing Ye stayed, which was built by the water and shaded by trees, making it an incredibly pleasant place to enjoy the cool. 

The soft couch was laid with hibiscus cushions. After having lunch, Jing Ye intended to take a short nap but fell asleep due to the soothing breeze from the swaying curtains. 

When he woke, he found himself in bed with Lin Xiaosheng lying beside him; their black hair intertwined without distinction between them. 

Jing Ye supported himself up on his elbow; the moment he moved, Lin Xiaosheng woke, blinking his eyes and lifting his eyelids to look at Jing Ye, then wrapping an arm around Jing Ye’s waist. 

Jing Ye asked, “Where are Gu Hong and the others?” 

Lin Xiaosheng replied with his eyes still closed, “Seeing Your Majesty sleeping soundly, they did not disturb you and have returned to their own quarters.” 

“Hmm.” Jing Ye yawned and called for Ye Mao to come in, “Zhen is hungry.” 

Ye Mao went out to instruct the kitchen staff to send dinner, and maids entered carrying food boxes to set the table. Lin Xiaosheng also tied up his hair and got out of bed. 

Two bowls of fresh rice porridge and several exquisite summer dishes were served. Lin Xiaosheng noticed that Jing Ye still looked sluggish after sleeping for so long and suggested, “Sleeping too much is not good for your health. Your Majesty should go outside for some fresh air. This subject heard there’s a garden nearby that, being close to the mountains and water, is cool and pleasant even in the hot summer. It would be a good place to escape the heat.” 

Ye Mao chimed in, laughing, “If Your Majesty finds staying in Songfeng Hall stifling, hunting and relaxing is the best remedy; if Your Majesty desires, this servant can prepare for it this instant.” 

Jing Ye was quite tempted by what they said. Since the heat had intensified in May, he hadn’t ventured out much. But he was not accustomed to being cooped up like a noble lady, and after more than half a month without moving, his limbs had become stiff. 

Feeling a sudden desire, Jing Ye quickly set things in motion. The left captain of guards by his side was Yang Ziran, and he swiftly prepared for the journey. 

Jing Ye rode on Obsidian and first strolled around the nearby woods. By the time he returned from the outing, the stifling summer heat had dissipated. Although he couldn’t draw his bow and shoot arrows, the young guards who accompanied him, seeing their emperor in a good mood, were uninhibited and managed to catch quite a few game. 

Yang Ziran, being the head of the guards, was not willing to be outdone and even found a wolf den. 

Jing Ye looked at the wolf cubs presented to him, one in particular stood out—a pure white cub without a single blemish. 

“Your Majesty is truly blessed to have come across a white cub,” Yang Ziran laughed. “It is said that white cubs are an omen of good fortune, and we congratulate Your Majesty.” 

Jing Ye was skeptical of the superstition, but seeing the cubs with their eyes still shut, huddled together and appearing quite adorable, he decided to have them brought back to be kept by Jing Xiao Yun and the others for fun. 

By evening, the hunting expedition concluded, and they returned in high spirits. 

Jing Ye ordered the kitchen to prepare the game as dishes to reward the accompanying guards. Yang Ziran had also presented a jar of tribute wine from the western regions; since there was nothing else to do that evening, he filled the table with food and wine and excitedly sought out his friend in the library. 

“I heard the head of the imperial kitchen, Steward Yan, has excellent culinary skills, and all of His Majesty’s meals go through her hands. Today, let’s take this chance to enjoy this imperial feast.” 

Feng Ling glanced at the wine being handed to him; the white porcelain cup held clear, smooth wine, and when he swirled it gently, the amber light danced, indicating its high quality. 

Yang Ziran laughed boisterously, “You’re such an oddity; there’s no alcohol that can bring you down. I’ll see if this imperial tribute can coax some genuine words out of you.” 

Feng Ling chuckled, saying, “The painting you entrusted me with is finished. You can go take it from the inner room after we finish drinking.” 

Yang Ziran responded, “No hurry, let’s drink, drink, drink!” 

Thus, the two enjoyed their food and wine, exchanging banter. As they reached the end of the meal, Yang Ziran swayed his head, let out a belch, and stared at Feng Ling, “You oddity…” He hadn’t finished his sentence before he closed his eyes and collapsed onto the table, unconscious. 

Feng Ling smiled, pouring more wine, yet despite downing over half a jar of strong alcohol, there was little difference in his demeanor. He placed his cup back on the table, stood up, shook his sleeves, and strolled outside. 

The attendant serving him rushed forward and said, “My lord, are you planning to go out? It’s a curfew outside, and no unauthorized personnel is allowed to roam about.” 

Feng Ling shook his head, “I have important matters and need to see His Majesty.” 

Ignoring the attendant’s warnings, he stepped out of the courtyard and indeed headed towards Wanhe Songfeng, where the emperor resided. 

According to the previous emperor’s decree, the library was quite close to Wanhe Songfeng, and since the Hanlin scholars were close officials of the emperor, they could easily go before the emperor without obstruction. Therefore, the guards, believing Feng Ling held a summons, did not impede his entry. 

The attendant, unable to dissuade him, followed behind with a worried expression, saying, “My lord, this isn’t right; His Majesty is likely resting at this hour, and disturbing him would result in severe punishment.” 

Feng Ling calmly placed his hands within his sleeves, saying, “It’s fine.” 

Upon hearing this, the attendant felt there was something off but had no choice but to follow him to the gates of Wanhe Songfeng. The guards, seeing someone asking to see the emperor at such a late hour, exchanged strange glances, wondering since Lord Lin had just exited, who could this be seeking an audience with the emperor? 

Cough, while their imaginations ran wild, the guards still had the little eunuch at the front gate go in to report. 

Jing Ye was busy reading a memorial when Ye Mao entered to report that Feng Ling was asking to see him. His heart jumped, fearing something had gone wrong, and hurriedly said, “Let him in.” 

Unable to focus on the memorial anymore, he tossed it aside and waited as Feng Ling walked in and stood before him. He looked him up and down, noting he was neither injured nor anxious, and asked, “Feng Qing?” 

Feng Ling first saluted formally, then clasped his hands together, saying, “This subject has important matters to inform Your Majesty.” 

Jing Ye replied, “Speak.” 

Feng Ling fixed his gaze on him, and Jing Ye finally noticed something unusual; there seemed to be a faint blush on the corners of his eyes, and a glimmer of light in his gaze, his eyes sparkling like exquisite amber. 

Feng Ling began, “This subject…” and had scarcely uttered a word more before suddenly stumbling forward and collapsing to the ground. 

Jing Ye was taken aback, shouting, “Feng Qing!” and rushing down to help him up. “Ye Mao! Send for the imperial physician!” 

Ye Mao hurried inside, equally puzzled by the situation. He quickly dispatched a young eunuch to summon the physician while he and Jing Ye carried Feng Ling to a soft couch in the inner chamber. 

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Jing Ye felt Feng Ling’s forehead, which was a bit warm, but his breathing was steady, indicating he likely had no internal injuries. “What on earth happened?” 

Ye Mao, standing nearby, sniffed the air, pondered for a while, and cautiously said, “Could it be that Lord Feng is… drunk?” 

As if to confirm his words, Feng Ling turned his head, his forehead grazing Jing Ye’s palm as he murmured, “Your Majesty…” 

Jing Ye: “…”

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Ye Mao was perceptive and quickly instructed the palace maid to fetch a jade comb to help Jing Ye tidy his clothes, crown, and hair. 

Jing Ye secretly sighed at the loss of dignity, and once Ye Mao had arranged everything properly, he coldly said, “The Noble Consort Xiang has behaved inappropriately in zhen‘s presence; her conduct was reckless. She is to be confined to Fengyang Palace and is forbidden to leave without a decree.” 

The two Wuhuan maidservants were shocked and knelt down, saying, “Niangniang truly acted without intention; we hope Your Majesty will be forgiving!” 

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However, “Consort Xiang” remained unfazed. He sat up, leaned against the back of the couch, and the faint blush on his face faded. His bright eyes, clear as autumn water, fixed a steady gaze on Jing Ye. 

Jing Ye stated, “The Wuhuan King is understanding, but this presumption is a bit too much; such behavior truly seems to mock zhen!” 

The young man pursed his lips and replied, “This subject’s Addu did not intend to mock Your Majesty; he simply believes that compared to a princess, Your Majesty would prefer Gesha.” 

Faced with his slightly aggrieved expression, Jing Ye felt a twinge of guilt. He simply uttered, “Let us return to the palace,” before turning and leaving the hall. 

The maidservants looked nervously at the emperor as he departed without a backward glance, and just then the young prince, barefoot, came down from the platform, saying, “I have something to ask you,” showing none of the softness or grievance from before. 

The next day, the imperial edict was issued. Li Tingqiu had collided with the imperial sedan and entered Fengyang Palace at night; his merits could not offset his offenses, so he was stripped of the title of the lord of Bixue City and demoted to his former position. The officials were greatly astonished. 

Only last night, there had been a grand victory banquet, with countless rewards; how could he provoke the emperor’s wrath in a single night and be returned to his old rank? The officials trembled, knowing they could not guess the emperor’s thoughts. 

In the sleeping quarters, Lu Baizang pressed forcefully against Jing Ye, gritting his teeth and speaking in a mockingly bitter tone: “This subject left Your Majesty for just one day, and you already have new loves and old loves? Who else is there, en? That little brat from Pingyue City, or is it…?” 

Jing Ye struggled, exclaiming, “Don’t think wildly; zhen have nothing with them!” 

“Nothing?” Lu Baizang pulled down Jing Ye’s inner robe, biting in a place that couldn’t be described, “Does Your Majesty take me for a fool? The moment that Wuhuan prince set foot in the palace, this subject could see it…” 

Jing Ye’s body startled. He gripped his chin, “If you knew, why didn’t you tell me!” 

Lu Baizang licked his lips, saying, “What should this subject tell Your Majesty? That little thing is indeed handsome and a new face, how could this subject let Your Majesty know and give advantage to the newcomer?” 

Jing Ye replied, “You still do not trust zhen.” 

Lu Baizang whispered, “Trust what?” 

Jing Ye said, “Having you all is enough for zhen.” 

Originally still simmering with anger, Lu Baizang couldn’t help but laugh upon seeing Jing Ye’s serious expression, letting his fingers glide over the young man’s hair. 

Jing Ye wrapped his arms around him, hesitated for a moment, and with a flushed face, leaned in to kiss the center of his brow. 

It was rare to have such peace. 

“…” 

“Take your hand away from zhen.” 

“Aw no, Your Majesty.” 

In the imperial study, Gu Hong sat to one side, organizing documents and memorials for Jing Ye, while Lin Xiaosheng handed the treasury statements from March to May for Jing Ye to review. 

Ye Mao entered with freshly brewed tea and cautiously observed the three of them, saying to Jing Ye, “Your Majesty, the Noble Consort Xiang has sent a maid to convey that she feels deeply ashamed for her improper conduct in front of His Majesty last night. She has prepared a new pipa melody and hopes Your Majesty can find time to visit Fengyang Palace…” 

Without lifting his head, Jing Ye stated, “No.” 

Ye Mao replied, “Understood.” Just as he was about to turn, Gu Hong stopped him, saying, “Wait.” He then turned to Jing Ye and said, “Your Majesty, the Wuhuan King sent the princess over a long distance to strengthen the bonds between our two nations; his goodwill should not be neglected.” 

Jing Ye frowned and raised his head to look at him while Lin Xiaosheng paused in flipping through the account books. 

Gu Hong called out, “Your Majesty.” 

Jing Ye lowered his head, replying, “Zhen understands.” 

Ye Mao, having gauged the situation, understood what was needed and bent down to exit and respond. 

He continued to edit memorials until dusk before returning to the personal quarters for dinner. That evening, Jing Ye was indeed exhausted; he rested his head against the headboard and spoke a few words with Lin Xiaosheng before closing his eyes and falling asleep. 

Lu Baizang and Gu Hong sat outside. The former glanced at the latter, sneering, “Withdrawing to advance, I cannot compare to you.” 

Gu Hong lowered his gaze, saying: “We both know that His Majesty cannot be without anyone by his side; since there will eventually be someone, it’s better to choose an ally, right?” 

Lu Baizang sneered; he wasn’t like Gu Hong. Gu Hong had both personal feelings for Jing Ye and loyalty to the imperial family, so he treaded carefully, weighing loyalty and love with calculated plans. 

In contrast, although he held the title of Villa Master Lu, he felt much more carefree. 

Tsk, if only his precious beloved was just an ordinary commoner, then he could easily seize that person and keep him close by day and hold him at night. How much better than now, where he had to practically fight for the opportunity to share the emperor’s bed. 

Imaginings always become more sincere the more one thinks about them; Lu Baizang couldn’t help but feel a wave of sadness wash over him, convinced that he must be truly unfortunate. 

Since Jing Ye had already commanded Ye Mao to agree, he naturally could not refuse. The following day, after court, he ordered the imperial sedan to proceed to Fengyang Palace. 

Upon dismounting the sedan and arriving at the palace gate, there were no attendants to deliver messages. As Jing Ye continued into the hall, two Wuhuan maidservants were coming out and knelt to pay their respects upon seeing the emperor. 

Ye Mao followed Jing Ye into the hall. 

Before they could pass the screen, they heard the sound of a pipa; however, it was quite different from the melodious songs sung by the palace entertainers, containing a ferocious sound akin to battle. 

As Jing Ye reached the edge of the screen, Ye Mao, understanding the situation, kept silent. 

He saw the young prince sitting on a snow-white fine wool blanket, one leg curled under him, resting against the side table, a pipa cradled in his arms. He plucked the strings with a casual hand, transforming small Jiangnan tunes that young girls would play into sounds of a thousand horses charging. 

Jing Ye stood and listened for a while, then spoke up, “Gesha?” He remembered this was how the young man referred to himself. 

Gesha halted his playing, stopped the strings, and turned his head with a charming smile, “Your Majesty!” 

Jing Ye sat down at the table, saying, “Your pipa playing is exquisite; did you learn that from…” Jing Ye tried to recall their conversation from that night, hesitating and then saying, “Cough… the elders of your tribe?” 

Gesha shook his head and stood up, saying, “This subject learned the pipa from Addu when I was a child.” 

“The Wuhuan King?” Jing Ye noticed the way Gesha’s fingers gently stroked the instrument, “You and your brother are very close.” 

Gesha blinked and smiled again. This smile was different from his previous ones, and Jing Ye thought that perhaps he finally looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. 

Jing Ye remarked, “Since you are so close, why come all this way to a foreign capital?” 

Gesha idly strummed the strings, saying, “Your Majesty, among the Wuhuan warriors, once one turns fifteen, they must go live alone on the grasslands for two years before returning to the tribe. I came to the capital; while I cannot become a warrior, as long as I can help Addu, it doesn’t matter where I am.” 

He spoke casually, but the sacrifices he made were undeniably significant. To leave the homeland where he had lived since childhood and come to a foreign capital city a thousand miles away was no small thing—let alone adjusting to different customs and manners of living; he had to abandon his noble identity as a prince to become the concubine to another man. To flatter this man—even if he is an emperor—could certainly be seen as humiliating. 

The only thing that calmed him and allowed him to accept all this was his affection for his older brother. 

He truly was still just a child. 

The emperor couldn’t help but feel a trace of pity, thinking to himself that if Jing Xiao Yun and Jing Le were to grow up loving each other like this, he could rest easy. 

With that in mind, he said, “Your brother sent you to the capital to forge an alliance; as long as the Wuhuan and Han peoples maintain good relations, zhen will ensure you are not treated unfairly.” 

His words were quite clear. 

If the Wuhuan followed in the footsteps of the Xirong, everything would be a different story. 

Gesha smiled, and although he was clearly a tall, young man now, when he smiled, he had two dimples that added a touch of innocence to his charm. 

“Will Your Majesty treat Gesha well?” 

This almost playful question made Jing Ye completely equate the young boy before him with Jing Xiao Yun. He reached out instinctively, intending to ruffle the loose hair of the youth, but then realized he couldn’t reach high enough, so he simply patted his shoulder, saying, “The Wuhuan King has helped zhen deal with the Xirong people, so taking care of his brother can hardly be seen as taking advantage of him.” 

When noon came, the emperor took his leave. After sending off the most exalted figure of this empire, the maidservants brought out the lunch. Gesha sat at the table in thought, seeing the maid Hong Su come to serve him dishes, he said, “How can I trouble Sister Hong Su.” 

Hong Su smiled slightly, replying, “Gongzi sent me to serve the prince; this servant cannot be negligent.” 

She was originally one of Gu Hong’s servants, having served in Jing Ye’s personal quarters for a long time, but had been sent to Fengyang Palace by Gu Hong recently; it was easy to guess the reason for her presence. 

Gesha tasted a spoonful of the lotus leaf soup and grimaced, finding the food here too delicate; he preferred the roasted beef and sheep’s milk that Addu made casually. 

He commented, “His Majesty is quite different from the rumors I’ve heard during our journey here.” 

Hong Su covered her mouth and laughed, saying, “Those are all things of the past; ever since His Majesty woke from a severe illness a year ago, his temper has changed drastically. At first, we servants didn’t dare believe it, but later, he truly seemed like a different person, and we had to accept it.” 

Gesha asked, “How was he before, and how is he now?” 

“Before…” Hong Su frowned, recalling with a pained expression, “Before His Majesty was just as the prince heard along the way; it’s better not to speak about it.” 

Gesha considered for a moment and said, “Afterward, he appears to be very kind now, and indeed, his nature is quite good?” 

Hong Su chuckled, “What the prince says is absolutely right.” 

Gesha looked down, inhaling the aromatic scent of the lotus leaf soup; there was no such fragrance in the lands of the Wuhuan. 

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He recalled his childhood when he used to accompany Addu and Barin (translated as uncle) to hunt on the grasslands. He had once ignored the warnings and run into a pack of wolves, getting bitten by a nearly adult wild wolf; fortunately, Addu had arrived in the nick of time. 

When he was unconscious, he heard Addu sigh, saying, “You must find someone with a good character to care for you in the future, as only then can I feel at ease.”

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By the end of May, the three armies returned in triumph, and General Li Tingqiu led his troops to pay homage. Jing Ye stood at the top of the high steps of the Taihe Hall and saw the young general, draped in a bright crimson cloak, riding his horse to a halt at the palace gate. He passed through the imposing imperial guards and other officials, and slowly walked up the steps. 

It was another bright sunny day, and in the blink of an eye, the general had approached, kneeling on one knee and calling out, “Your Majesty.” 

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Jing Ye hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, his palm lightly touching the sun-warmed elbow guard. He felt a momentary tremor in Li Tingqiu’s body, and for some reason, an image of the young general, weakly lying in bed with furrowed brows and an eager expression, floated to mind. 

Bah, bah, bah. Jing Ye scolded himself in his heart. It must be that Li Tingqiu was too severely injured, leading to confusion in his thinking; all that strength, that kiss, that confession—he had forgotten everything! 

As Li Tingqiu got to his feet, he bit his lip and looked at Jing Ye. The young general was as handsome as before, but the toll of continuous battles had added a severity to his features. The stuffiness he had previously exhibited while trapped in the palace was completely gone, replaced by a newfound composure and determination. 

Jing Ye smiled and said, “Zhen was certain you would achieve a great victory, but zhen didn’t expect it to be concluded so swiftly. When the envoy came to report, zhen was taken aback as well.” 

Seeing Jing Ye happy, Li Tingqiu also smiled slightly and replied, “Your Majesty, day and night, all this subject thought about was to return victorious and see Your Majesty as soon as possible.” 

Jing Ye, not fully comprehending the deeper meaning behind those words, flicked his sleeve and turned around, saying brightly, “Come with zhen to the hall to receive your rewards, General Li.” 

In the evening, Jing Ye hosted a banquet in the palace, seating Li Tingqiu at the lower right end of the table. To the left, he arranged a table for the Noble Consort Xiang. 

The dancing girls were alluring, but unfortunately, the audience was distracted. Li Tingqiu took a small sip of wine, listening to two ministers chatting behind him. 

“The Empress has long resided in Chengying Pavilion, and it seems the Noble Consort Xiang is favored by His Majesty.” 

“Isn’t that right? The Wuhuan women are skilled dancers, especially since she’s a princess. The moment His Majesty took a liking to her in Guangling Palace, he immediately moved her into Fengyang Palace and conferred the title of Noble Consort Xiang on the same night.” 

“It’s a pity she’s from a foreign tribe; no matter how favored, she can never compare to the Empress…” 

A eunuch called out sharply, “The Noble Consort Xiang has arrived!” 

The ministers hastily put down their cups and rose to welcome the foreign princess into the palace, seating her beside the emperor. 

Li Tingqiu raised his eyes to examine her tall frame and the outline obscured by the veil, causing him to frown involuntarily. 

The Noble Consort Xiang bowed to Jing Ye, who nodded and said, “Rise and take your seat.” 

She complied, dressed in a white robe that was indistinguishable in gender, her long black hair held up high with a jeweled crown. She stepped onto the stairs and sat at the designated food table. 

As she took her seat, the Noble Consort Xiang seemingly glanced at Li Tingqiu, and his frown deepened. 

Halfway through the banquet, Jing Ye instructed the ministers to make themselves comfortable and departed the palace, stepping onto the imperial sedan. After walking a few steps, the sedan suddenly halted. 

He opened his eyes and asked, “What’s wrong?” 

Ye Mao cautiously replied, “Your Majesty, General Li is waiting ahead.” 

Jing Ye was taken aback and motioned for the attendants to lower the imperial sedan. Upon standing, he indeed saw Li Tingqiu waiting at the palace gate, with palace lanterns casting a soft glow on his face through the sheer fabric. 

Jing Ye walked over, and as the attendants parted to the sides, Li Tingqiu saluted, saying, “This subject is reckless and has disturbed Your Majesty’s imperial sedan; I hope for Your Majesty’s forgiveness.” 

Jing Ye smiled and replied, “Today is meant to celebrate your achievements; how could zhen blame you?” He lowered his gaze, “Are you waiting here because you have something to say?” 

Li Tingqiu stated directly, “Your Majesty, have you had a chance to read the requests in this subject’s memorial?” 

Jing Ye tucked away his smile and replied, “Yes, zhen saw it.” 

Li Tingqiu lowered his head and bowed again, “This subject earnestly requests that Your Majesty grant my petition.” 

Jing Ye looked at him and said, “Raise your head.” 

Li Tingqiu lifted his head and met the emperor’s gentle gaze. Jing Ye stepped closer, locking his eyes on Li Tingqiu’s and almost accusingly asked, “Li Tingqiu, are you toying with zhen?” 

Li Tingqiu immediately knelt on one knee and answered, “This subject dares not.” 

Jing Ye replied, “Dare not? Zhen trust you with the border regions and key strongholds, and now you want to return to the capital to be a captain of the imperial guards? Do you treat zhen‘s decrees as a joke? Zhen sees you want a taste of the dungeons!” 

Li Tingqiu remained silent. He had shed his armor and was now clad in official robes with purple gauze flowing over it. Under the warming palace lanterns, he seemed to revert to that elegant scholar who had once been a handsome tanhua. 

Jing Ye put on a serious front, swung his sleeve, and quickly passed through the palace gates. Ye Mao led the attendants, bustling after him, and as they passed by the still-kneeling Li Tingqiu, he whispered, “General Li, kneeling here is of no use; you have to follow along. His Majesty has a soft heart; if you nag a bit longer, he will grant everything.” 

If Jing Ye were to overhear that, Ye Mao guessed he would be eating vegetarian meals for the next six months. 

Jing Ye moved forward while the attendants followed him, carrying the sedan. The summer night was muggy, and thin beads of sweat appeared on his body. As he turned back to enter the sedan, he noticed Li Tingqiu standing beside it, with palace lanterns reflecting a soft glow in his eyes. 

Jing Ye’s heart skipped a beat. 

He said, “You…” 

“Your Majesty.” 

Jing Ye turned to see a Wuhuan maid rushing in, kneeling before him and saying, “Niangniang has just returned from the banquet and, for some reason, fainted. This servant beseech Your Majesty to take a look.” 

The matters had collided together. 

Concerns regarding the safety of the Noble Consort Xiang were tied to the goodwill between their two nations, and Jing Ye could not ignore it. He told the maid, “Get up and lead the way.” Then he turned to Li Tingqiu and said, “You… wait here while zhen checks on Consort Xiang.” 

When they arrived at Fengyang Palace, the attendants all came out to pay their respects. Jing Ye waited outside the inner hall and called, “Where is the imperial physician?” 

Two of the Noble Consort Xiang’s personal maids knelt and replied, “Reporting to Your Majesty, the imperial physician has already been sent for, but niangniang remains unconscious. We humbly ask for Your Majesty to go inside and take a look.” 

Jing Ye frowned and stepped past the maids into the hall. Just as Ye Mao attempted to follow, the two maids blocked his way, saying, “It wouldn’t be convenient for you to enter, gonggong. Perhaps you’d better stay outside with us sisters.” 

The palace had a great many pavilions and corridors, but none were as exquisitely adorned as Fengyang Palace. 

Jing Ye stepped inside, walking on white jade stone slabs engraved with lotus patterns. He turned past twelve silk screens featuring flowers and birds and recalled that they were one of the rewards presented when he conferred the title upon the consort. He saw a figure lying on a couch within the gauzy enclosure. 

Feeling somewhat awkward, Jing Ye cleared his throat lightly and approached slowly, calling gently, “Consort Xiang?” 

There was still silence within the curtains, and Jing Ye frowned as he finally pulled back the curtain to reveal the sleeping figure. 

The young lady was quietly leaning against a jade pillow, seemingly in deep slumber. 

Jing Ye had never seen her face; as a Wuhuan princess, she had always worn a veil due to her cultural customs. Now, upon closer inspection, he noticed her long eyelashes gently curling, her skin as pale as snow, and her elegant features—one could imagine how deeply affectionate her gaze would be if her eyes opened to meet another’s. 

Yet, perhaps due to her foreign heritage, her silhouette had a somewhat more heroic and bold quality, lacking a bit of softness. 

But none of that concerned him. Jing Ye thought to himself that no matter how heroic, she was still a woman… a woman? 

Jing Ye paused; the Noble Consort Xiang’s inner garment was open, and within her disheveled robe was not something he dared not look at, but rather a flat… 

His Majesty the Emperor could no longer contain himself and poked at it gently. 

Jing Ye: “…” 

A long, slender hand reached out to grasp his, “Your Majesty, you’re making Gesha very ticklish.” 

Jing Ye twitched and withdrew his hand, pointing at the now-awake young man, “You! You, you, you…” 

The young man’s eyes curved into crescents, his robe still open, and he came closer to grab Jing Ye’s hand and kiss it, “Call me Gesha, Your Majesty. I don’t like ‘Consort Xiang.’” 

Jing Ye inhaled sharply, “Zhen heard that the Wuhuan King has only one younger sister.” 

“The Han people often say that hearsay is not to be trusted.” The young man playfully licked the tip of Jing Ye’s finger, sending a wave of tingling sensation through him. Jing Ye quickly withdrew his finger but found himself pressed back against the couch by the young man. 

“Addu (Wuhuan language for brother) says that the Emperor of Han likes handsome men.” The young man’s fingers were delicate yet his frame was solid, with his nose gently brushing against Jing Ye’s neck. His hands wandered to Jing Ye’s waist and abdomen, pulling at his belt, slithering downward. “Although Gesha is still yet to have a coming of age ceremony, I learned a lot from the elders in the tribe before I left; I’m sure Your Majesty will like it.” 

Jing Ye attempted to shove him away, but his hands were bound by the young man. Soon after, those soft lips landed on his. 

Jing Ye found himself unable to escape and gradually relaxed his body; his tongue ventured into the boy’s mouth, teasingly exploring. Clearly, the young man had never “consulted” anyone on this matter, and Jing Ye had him gasping for breath, inadvertently loosening his grip and cradling Jing Ye’s head to demand more. 

Seizing that moment, Jing Ye rolled over, knocking over a decorative porcelain vase at the edge of the couch, which fell to the ground with a clatter. 

Now it was Jing Ye who found himself on top of the young man, gripping his chin, “How old are you, little brother of the Wuhuan King? Fifteen? Sixteen?” 

The young man gazed up at him, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks, like white snow touched by the light of dawn. 

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Behind the screen, there was a flurry of footsteps as Li Tingqiu and Ye Mao hurried in, calling out, “Your Majesty! Is there…?” 

The sentence was abruptly cut off. 

Jing Ye’s body stiffened. 

Beside him, Ye Mao glanced at Jing Ye’s disheveled hair and open robe, as well as “Consort Xiang” whose chest was exposed—he covered his face, unable to look further.

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By mid-May, the days grew longer and the summer cicadas in the imperial garden began to chirp loudly. Taking advantage of Jing Ye’s nap, Ye Mao instructed several little eunuchs to use long poles to remove the cicadas that were singing on the trees. 

“Come over a bit, right there—ai!” Ye Mao slapped his apprentice on the head, “You’re so clumsy; how can I rely on you to serve His Majesty?” 

The little eunuch scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, “His Majesty will wake up soon from his nap. It’s hot outside; Teacher should go in and serve His Majesty while we stay here.” 

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Ye Mao gave him a knock on the head: “Instead of learning how to serve properly, you just know how to act cute.” After saying that, he flicked his whisk and intended to enter the sleeping chamber. 

Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly saw the little eunuch responsible for delivering messages rush in, saying, “Teacher, General Li Tingqiu has sent word that there’s been a great victory in the north! The army is already on its way back to the capital!” 

Ye Mao was both surprised and delighted, saying, “What a rare piece of good news!” He instructed the little eunuchs to wait, and then entered the hall to find Jing Ye already sitting up from the couch, slowly adjusting his clothing as he prepared to rise. 

Ye Mao stepped forward with a smile, saying, “This servant brings good news to Your Majesty! General Li has won a great victory, and the northern campaigns have achieved significant success. The soldiers are now on their way back in triumph!” 

Upon hearing this, Jing Ye was momentarily startled, then smiled and replied, “It was only a matter of time, just a little earlier than zhen expected.” 

Ye Mao hurriedly said, “General Li is a capable commander; Your Majesty has gained a good general, which is indeed a great joy.” 

Jing Ye couldn’t help but chuckle, “You have a way with words.” 

Ye Mao bent down slightly, “Just a clumsy servant trying to make His Majesty happy.” 

In the afternoon, Jing Ye met with the military officer who had come to deliver the news in the imperial study. The officer presented a memorial written in Li Tingqiu’s own hand. After receiving his rewards, he withdrew. 

Jing Ye glanced through the memorial—at the beginning were the usual praises and reports of the military situation. Li Tingqiu, being a candidate of the inertial examination with the highest honors, naturally wrote well, but the concluding remarks were brief and left him feeling puzzled. 

After returning to the personal quarters from the imperial study and having dinner, Jing Ye mentioned the matter to Gu Hong. 

Gu Hong paused while serving tea and asked, “Did he ask for Your Majesty to allow him to stay and guard the imperial city?” 

“He said this battle has weakened the Xirong, and with the Wuhuan growing stronger, the border conflicts have stabilized. He requests that zhen allow him to stay in the capital and continue in his position as captain of the imperial guards.” Jing Ye sighed, feeling perplexed. “Is it that the rewards zhen have given are not satisfactory? Bixue City is a crucial stronghold on the border; isn’t it his lifelong aspiration to utilize his talents there?” 

Gu Hong’s eyes sparkled as he smiled softly, “Humans are often insatiable.” 

“Insatiable?” Jing Ye repeated. In exchange for a position of captain in the Yulin Army, he gives up a position as a city lord. What has he truly gained or lost?

Gu Hong smiled knowingly. Once people gain titles and military achievements, they will crave trust and want to be stationed in important places. Once they have the trust to command a northern expedition against the Xirong, they will also desire the heart. 

But alas, the human heart is the hardest to comprehend, especially that of an emperor.

Gu Hong took Jing Ye’s fingertips into his hand. On this hot day, Jing Ye’s fingers felt cold to the touch. He couldn’t help but ask, “Have you been sleeping well at night lately?” 

Jing Ye rolled his eyes, “You don’t know how I sleep at night?” 

Gu Hong replied, “Last night, when this subject was awakened in the middle of the night, this subject saw that you hadn’t yet gone to sleep.” 

Jing Ye finally flushed. Ugh, it was the fault of that beast, Lu Baizang!

As the summer heat intensified, the several of them sharing a bed at night often ended up brushing against each other. Moreover, with Jing Ye not having any particular ailments, a few playful touches from someone would lead to a couple of indulgences that he would accidentally let happen.

As a result, the emperor found himself with a sore back and feeling drowsy during the day. 

Thinking of this, Jing Ye put on a stern expression and said, “It’s extremely hot in the summer; it’s uncomfortable for several of us to squeeze onto one bed. You all ought to return to your respective palaces to rest.” 

Gu Hong raised an eyebrow, “Your Majesty is serious?” 

Jing Ye replied, “Of… of course… zhen is serious.” 

Gu Hong took a sip of tea, his eyes curved into a smile, “With Your Majesty’s decree, this subject would not dare disobey. As long as Your Majesty has instructed Xiao Sheng and Villa Master Lu to comply, this subject shall return to my palace at the appointed hour tonight.” 

Jing Ye perked up, “This is what you said.” 

Gu Hong narrowed his eyes and said with a soft chuckle, “Yes, indeed.” 

Jing Ye began to ponder to himself. Though having a beauty by one’s side every night brought joy, it was not as enjoyable when the “beauty” was him. 

As night approached and the lights were about to go out, the palace attendants all withdrew. Lin Xiaosheng sat beside Jing Ye and leaned over to kiss his lips. 

Jing Ye allowed him to kiss him, breath uneven, and then retreated slightly, saying, “Zhen is tired.” 

Lin Xiaosheng moved closer and asked, “Shall this subject serve you, Your Majesty?” 

Jing Ye cleared his throat, grasped the hand that was moving toward his waist, and smiled, “It’s extremely hot in the summer; it’s stifling when we all gather together. Why don’t you return to your palace to sleep?” 

Lin Xiaosheng raised an eyebrow and observed Lu Baizang wrapping his arms around Jing Ye from behind, lowering his eyes and saying, “Has Your Majesty grown weary of us?” 

Jing Ye was typically the type to buckle under soft pressure. Seeing his beautiful companion posing in a pitiful way made his heart melt, “Well… it has been too hot these past few nights; zhen hasn’t had a proper sleep…” 

Lu Baizang lightly bit down on Jing Ye’s delicate neck, and his hands began to wander unapologetically over Jing Ye’s chest and abdomen, speaking in an exaggeratedly jealous tone, “Lord Lin seems unaware that a letter came from the north, stating Li Tingqiu is coming back to the capital and requesting that His Majesty permit him to stay. Hmph! It’s understandable that the new favorite who has been gone for several months would be more appealing than us old ones.” 

Jing Ye exclaimed angrily, “What nonsense! I just want to get some sleep! Ah!” 

It turned out Lu Baizang had pinched him in a particularly sensitive place, and Jing Ye exclaimed, “You treasonous and disrespectful… mmm!” 

Lin Xiaosheng kissed his mouth, while the usually quiet Gu Hong also darkened his gaze, his fingers entwining within the emperor’s flowing hair. 

The next day during the morning court, Ye Mao addressed the waiting officials, saying, “His Majesty suffered from the heat last night and is now bedridden. Morning court is canceled today; please return.” 

The officials dispersed in groups, murmuring along the way, “The weather has just started to get hot, and already His Majesty’s health is a concern. The imperial hospital has a heavy burden ahead.” 

Meanwhile, Jing Ye lay on the soft couch. The incense burner still smoldered with calming and invigorating scents, and after reading through a few memorials, he felt drowsy, stuck in a half-dream state, indignantly grinding his teeth. 

Jing Xiao Yun ran in, holding a wooden horse that he had snatched from Lin Dun. “Uncle! The palace maid said I’ve grown taller!” 

Jing Ye responded lazily, “En, good.” 

Feeling dissatisfied with such a perfunctory reply, Jing Xiao Yun tossed the wooden horse aside, climbed onto the soft couch, and plopped onto Jing Ye’s waist. “Uncle! I’m so tall now!” 

Jing Ye exclaimed, “！！！！” 

Lu Baizang followed in, and upon seeing this, he hurried over and lifted Jing Xiao Yun by the scruff, “Little rascal! Where are you sitting?” 

Jing Ye moved awkwardly, “Zhen‘s waist…” 

Lu Baizang hastily set him down and sat beside Jing Ye, asking, “What’s wrong? Is it painful?” 

Jing Ye pressed his face against the soft pillow, unable to show his expression. Lu Baizang couldn’t help but turn his face gently, whispering, “Are you hurt?” 

His fingertips grazed a bit of moisture, and Lu Baizang hesitated, leaning in closer to take a look. He discovered that the emperor had indeed been hurt in a critical area, and surprisingly, tears welled in his eyes. 

Just a couple of physiological tears hung from the young man’s long eyelashes, trembling like leaves, stirring a twinge in Lu Baizang’s heart. Unable to resist, he leaned forward and kissed away the tears, murmuring, “My dear Majesty, you’re so lovely; it breaks my heart to see you cry.” 

Jing Ye: “…” 

Despite being the emperor, bound to act within reason and decorum, he couldn’t help but squeeze Lu Baizang’s hand that was trailing down his waist, then kicked him off the couch, “Get out!” 

The Wuhuan envoy finally came to bid farewell to Jing Ye, and the chosen noble lady for marriage was confirmed to be Yang Yuying. 

At the farewell, the Noble Consort Xiang also arrived, standing under the vermillion steps of the Guangling Palace with hands clasped quietly. The envoy knelt on one knee before her, performing a bow toward the hem of her dress while her attendants behind her recited silently. 

Minister Yang, with his wife and daughter, stood to one side. Madam Yang, in tears, relinquished her daughter to the Wuhuan maidservants. When it was time for parting, she was utterly heartbroken. 

Jing Ye felt a pang of discomfort watching this scene, yet he patiently waited for the mother and daughter to finish their farewells before Yang Yuying stepped forward with her maid to express her gratitude. 

Jing Ye said, “From now on, you are zhen‘s own sister. Zhen‘s princess may marry far away from the borders, but zhen will never allow others to bully you.” 

Although Yang Yuying’s eyes were filled with tears, she remained composed and replied, “What Your Majesty said, Yu Ying will always remember.” 

Jing Ye recalled the wishes of those young ladies he had seen in the imperial garden, noting that only Yang Yuying had inscribed the wish, “Cherish your beauty.” Rather than a wish, it reflected her attitude toward the “will of heaven”. 

“Cherish your beauty, go with the flow,” neither bending to the prevailing winds nor shouting to overturn everything. 

Such a woman should be able to survive anywhere. 

Watching the procession exit the palace from the jade steps, Ye Mao stepped forward at the right moment, saying, “Your Majesty, standing in the scorching sun for too long could lead to illness. It would be better to return to your chamber to rest.” 

Jing Ye replied, “En.” As he turned, he caught sight of the Noble Consort Xiang quietly standing to one side. The eyes of this woman unexpectedly reminded him of a blade, sharp as autumn water and intensely beautiful, yet indescribable. 

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Being stared at so openly by her made Jing Ye uncharacteristically awkward, “Consort Xiang, you’ve also worked hard; please return to your palace to rest.” 

The other withdrew her gaze, lowered her long lashes, and silently bowed before departing. Only then did Jing Ye realize that since their first meeting, he had never heard this Wuhuan princess utter a single word. 

Could it be shyness? Jing Ye recalled her earlier unabashed gaze and shivered for no reason.

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The case handled by the Court of Judicial Review proceeded smoothly; the eldest Mr. Lin was sentenced to be waist-chopped at the noon gate, while Lady Feng, as an accomplice, was given poison and a white silk dagger, with the option to end her own life. 

Upon hearing this, Lin Min fainted in the Chengying Pavilion. Those around her hurried to help her lie down on the bed, calling for the imperial physician while sending someone to report to Jing Ye. 

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Ye Mao received the reply and tiptoed into the sleeping chamber. He pulled aside the silver-blue soft curtain hung with a copper hook and saw several books laid out on the yellow pear blossom couch below the window. Jing Ye was holding a page in one hand while resting his temple against the other hand, his tired eyes squinted as if he was half-asleep. 

Lin Xiaosheng sat on the other side of the couch, also holding a ledger, but his eyes were fixed intently on Jing Ye. 

Ye Mao stood there, hesitating whether to step forward to speak, but Jing Ye noticed him and turned to ask, “Who is there?” 

Ye Mao entered and replied, “Reporting to Your Majesty, someone from Chengying Pavilion has conveyed that the Empress fainted upon hearing that Lady Feng was sentenced to death.” 

Jing Ye furrowed his brow and said, “If that’s the case, instruct the physician to take her pulse, prescribe some calming herbal medicine, and send her some high-quality ginseng and bird’s nest.” 

Ye Mao bowed and said, “This servant understands.” He then exited the hall. 

Lin Xiaosheng asked, “With the criminals facing justice and the Empress still in Chengying Pavilion, what are your plans, Your Majesty?” 

“She cannot harm you, and she has not committed any major crimes,” Jing Ye shook his head and replied. “Although she is vain and covetous, she is merely an ordinary woman. Given everything that has happened, zhen is concerned about what she might do, so let her remain there for now.” 

Lin Xiaosheng said, “What appears to be appropriate now may not be wise long term.” 

Jing Ye pressed his finger against the corner of his eye; he was still fatigued and closed his eyes slightly as he said, “Think of a way to send her out of the palace. Zhen can’t really marry anyone.” Dealing with you lot is already exhausting enough. 

Lin Xiaosheng squinted his eyes, and as he extended his hand holding the ledger, his fingertip brushed against Jing Ye’s palm. He whispered, “What about the Noble Consort Xiang?” 

The one referred to as “Bright Moon over the Mountain” in Fengyang Palace had already been conferred the title of Noble Consort Xiang by Jing Ye. 

Jing Ye released his fingers, allowing him to play with them, and paused for a moment before replying, “The Wuhuan are currently at war… Once Li Tingqiu returns to the capital, we will make a decision.” 

Lin Xiaosheng replied, “En.” 

The two exchanged a few casual remarks, and Jing Ye sat up lazily, gazing out at the dazzling sunlight streaming in through the window as he adjusted his sleeves, saying, “The weather is getting warm.” 

Lin Xiaosheng nudged Jing Ye’s palm with his fingertips, feeling a bit of warmth, and said, “In another month, it will be the beginning of summer. The previous Emperor often visited the Huange Mountain Villa, so let’s have them prepare for Your Majesty to stay there; it would be a good way to escape the heat.” 

Otherwise, given his current weak health, the heat alone could cause illness, even without any pre-existing conditions. 

Jing Ye smiled and replied, “Gu Hong mentioned this to zhen yesterday. Since you all are saying this, let’s inform Shaochang Temple to make arrangements. After the end of the month, we’ll move there to escape the summer heat.” 

Lin Xiaosheng lightly curved the corners of his mouth upwards at the word “we.” 

This moment of tranquility was rare, but unfortunately, good times did not last long. Before they could bask in the peaceful atmosphere, they heard an uproar of crying and wailing coming from outside the hall. Just then, a little figure rushed in and leaned against Jing Ye, crying, “Uncle! I don’t want to be a bride!” 

Jing Ye looked closely and couldn’t help but laugh. It turned out to be Jing Xiao Yun, wearing a gauzy skirt in the shade of sunlight tied with a red silk ribbon, and with that childlike tender skin it made him look even more delicate and it was hard to tell whether he was a boy or a girl at first glance. 

Lu Baizang followed behind, entering with a smug smile and said, “Look, your uncle is laughing, clearly indicating that you look good in a skirt.” 

Jing Xiao Yun turned his head to look at him and declared loudly, “I don’t want to wear a skirt! I want to marry a great beauty!” 

“Oh!” Lu Baizang, grinning, sat down beside Jing Ye and waved a fan, asking, “There are plenty of beauties in the world. Which ones do you want to marry?” 

Jing Xiao Yun tugged at Jing Ye’s sleeve and said, “Uncle is good to me; I want to marry Uncle first!” 

Lu Baizang was momentarily taken aback and squinted at him, pinching his tender cheeks, saying, “You?” 

As someone who practiced martial arts, his hands were calloused, and his pinch caused tears to roll down Jing Xiao Yun’s cheeks: “I want to marry Uncle! You big meanie!” 

“I’m the big meanie? Then since you’ve eaten so many of my pastries, you’re also a little meanie.” 

“You’re so childish!” Jing Ye pulled Lu Baizang’s hand away and noticed that Jing Xiao Yun’s delicate, soft face had been pinched red, “You can’t pinch a child’s face; if you pinch too much, they’ll grow up unable to close their mouths and will drool.” 

Lu Baizang leaned back against the pillow, wrapping his arm around Jing Ye’s waist, and scoffed, “Let him drool; if he becomes a fool, who will want him?” 

Jing Ye asked, “Which child are you calling a fool?” 

Lu Baizang choked, then chuckled, “I’m just joking around.” 

Jing Ye had to coax Jing Xiao Yun, saying, “When you grow up, Uncle will personally choose a gentle and virtuous beauty for you to be your Crown Princess, okay?” 

Jing Xiao Yun lay on his lap and asked, “A beauty? Prettier than Uncle Gu?” 

Jing Ye chuckled, realizing his little darling had high standards. After a moment’s thought, he acknowledged that someone like Gu Hong was indeed rare—good-looking and capable in every aspect—and he wondered if Jing Xiao Yun would have the same luck. 

He teased him, saying, “If you like Uncle Gu that much, he has several brothers and sisters. When he has nieces and nephews, would it be good if they all came to the palace to keep you company?” 

Jing Xiao Yun, confused yet agreeable, clapped his hands, laughing, “Uncle Gu is good-looking; Uncle Gu’s little sisters are pretty too.” 

Lu Baizang snorted, “You’re in a red gauzy skirt and you want to marry a little sister? Marrying a big brother is more like it.” 

Jing Ye: “…You should say less.” 

Lu Baizang glanced at Lin Xiaosheng, who was sitting aside, absorbed in his accounts, indifferent to the commotion. He asked, “What were you two just talking about?” 

Jing Ye rubbed Jing Xiao Yun’s head and instructed him to go and change out of the gauzy skirt, saying, “We were discussing going to the mountain villa to escape the heat this summer.” 

Lu Baizang perked up; the villa was a great place, situated by mountains and waters, far better than being cooped up in the palace. Moreover, once there, they would be less constrained by rules and he could be with Jing Ye by the pavilions, beside the ponds, and among the woods… cough, cough. 

As Lu Baizang thought about this, he became lost in daydreams and began to ponder any fresh ideas that might add some spice and excitement. 

Jing Ye, of course, had no idea what schemes Lu Baizang was concocting. After checking the time, he called out, “Ye Mao.” 

Ye Gonggong hurriedly entered and said, “Your Majesty.” 

Jing Ye said, “Change clothes and go to the imperial study.” 

Upon exiting the sleeping chamber, Jing Ye settled into the imperial sedan heading toward the imperial study and asked, “Where is Gu Hong?” 

Ye Mao replied quickly, “Gu Gongzi went out to the Gu residence to visit his family. Did Your Majesty forget? He asked for leave the day before.” 

Jing Ye recalled this and smiled, saying, “Yes, he mentioned it casually, and zhen forgot about it.” 

Meanwhile, Gu Hong was engaged in a game of chess under the pavilion in the small garden of the Gu residence. The opponent was Gu Mei, who had attempted to slip out for a brief escapade but was caught in the act. 

Gu Mei was anxious to leave the residence; though she appeared calm, her eyes darted about with a hint of mischief. 

The game board was in disarray, and Gu Mei tossed down her piece, exclaiming, “Ai, I lost!” 

Seeing her secretly pleased expression, Gu Hong slowly began picking up the pieces, chuckling, “No problem, let’s have another round.” 

Gu Mei protested, “Aiya, we agreed that after one game, I’d be allowed to leave!” 

Gu Hong laughed and replied, “That doesn’t count; you were careless and deliberately let me win.” 

“Either way, I wouldn’t win even if I took it seriously,” Gu Mei muttered, then pleaded, “Fourth Brother, dear Fourth Brother, I’ve made an appointment with that person, and a gentleman’s promise is sacred. As wanderers of jianghu, we adhere to honesty!” 

Gu Hong said, “Wanderers of jianghu? Is the jianghu suitable for a little girl like you? I still have things to ask you.” 

Feeling chastised, Gu Mei wasn’t pleased and retorted, “Ask, ask.” 

Gu Hong took a sip of tea and said, “The Wuhuan envoy will soon be leaving the capital. His Majesty once promised a noble lady for a peace marriage, and the Ministry of Revenue has been selecting candidates these days. I remember you have always been close with the young lady from the Yang family?” 

Gu Mei paused, then hurriedly said, “Indeed! Fourth Brother, they’re not choosing Yu Ying, are they? That would be absolutely unacceptable!” 

Gu Hong replied, “Whether it’s acceptable or not is not for you to decide.” 

Hearing this, Gu Mei understood that the matter was already settled, and even Gu Hong could not intercede. 

Thinking about her childhood friend, Yang Yuying, and acknowledging her exceptional beauty and character, Gu Mei felt a sense of injustice, saying, “For marrying a noble man, isn’t it like sending an excellent maiden into a dreadful future? That Wuhuan king could be some old geezer, and just like that, Yu Ying is sent away!” 

As she spoke, tears began to brim in her eyes, feeling as if she were the one being forced into marriage. 

Gu Hong chuckled, somewhat amused, and replied, “The Wuhuan king is still in his youth. Besides, the Wuhuan tribe has been weak for a long time, but under the new king, they have won several battles and now have our dynasty’s assistance. Thus, this man is certainly not to be underestimated. His Majesty will honor the selected noble lady with the title of princess. If he wishes to gain our dynasty’s support, he will surely treat the princess with respect, and your friend won’t suffer.” 

Gu Mei said, “But still, it’s far away.” 

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Gu Hong replied, “All things and living beings have their fates. Even for you, I can’t say what the future holds, whether it’s near or far.” 

Gu Mei was taken aback by the sudden news, and as a flood of thoughts and worries surged in her heart, she fell silent and lowered her head. 

Seeing her like this, Gu Hong refrained from teasing her further. After all, the little girl who had been innocent and enjoyed causing mischief had grown up.

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