Chapter 36

Chapter 36: But let the lover be the matchmaker (Part 2)

A perilous tower accompanies the bright moon, 

The flowing light is but pure and clear.

I miss you dearly, leaning long against the night breeze.

Alas, who can teach the heart to be united?

Little did they know, soft words and gentle speech bring joy!

A solitary lamp flickered like a bean, and the man buried his head over the desk, intently reading the secret letter 

in his hand. The dim candlelight cast a faint shadow on his delicate features, adding a touch of dreaminess.

Feng Lan suddenly put down the secret letter in his hand, raised his head to look at an unknown place, his eyes 

vacant. 

This night was very quiet, so quiet that she could almost hear his own heartbeat clearly. Clearly, every night, this

East Palace was so desolate, so why did it feel particularly mournful tonight?

With a quiet sigh, Feng Lan felt somewhat troubled and simply tossed aside the work in his hands. Rising, he 

walked outside the East Palace gate. The sound of his shoes crunching on the frozen snow echoed in the cold 

and silent night, creating a somewhat heart-stopping atmosphere.

It is already past midnight, why hasn't that person returned to the palace yet?

Feeling a bit anxious, Feng Lan knew that Si Cang Qing was highly skilled in martial arts, and his not returning 

in the dead of night was definitely not because he encountered any danger. But, what could it be…

With a heavy heart, Feng Lan gave a bitter smile. If he had known better, he shouldn't have acted on his own and 

gone against that person's wishes by hiding the matter of the Hundred Flowers Banquet. Now, even though he was 

by that person's side, he was being treated this way…

Ignoring the biting cold wind that stung his cheeks painfully, Feng Lan silently leaned against the palace wall, 

letting the thin layer of snow and ice gradually melt and soak his clothes. He just stared blankly at the full moon 

in the sky, his thoughts drifting like clouds, boundless and endless. At this moment, he thought of last year's 

Lantern Festival night.

That day, I was very happy; that day, I was also very sad.

Nowadays, this Lantern Festival, which I used to love the most, has become the hardest day to endure.

Master……

Suddenly seeing Si Cang Qing return, Feng Lan's face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly went up to greet him.

"Why are you here?" Si Cang Qing's voice was slightly cold. It was the middle of the night, and it was so cold 

outside, with the weather freezing and the ground icy. Moreover, this person's complexion had been poor lately…

Questioned with a hint of reproach, Feng Lan's already poor complexion worsened further as he softly said, 

"Feng Lan is waiting for the master." 

"Didn't I tell you to rest?" Si Cang Qing took his hand, which was icy to the bone, and frowned slightly, "How 

long have you been waiting here?"

After a moment of hesitation, Feng Lan finally realized that his master was concerned about him. He lowered his 

head slightly and whispered, "Not long...ah..."

Suddenly being picked up horizontally by someone, Feng Lan was flustered, his whole body tense, and his words 

not very fluent, "Master, put me down, I can walk by myself." Although Si Cang Qing often carried him, he had 

never been carried like this before.

Si Cang Qing seemed to hear nothing, striding towards the sleeping quarters while holding Feng Lan. 

The bath in the sleeping quarters was shrouded in hot mist.

The hot water and steam swirled around his body. Just a moment ago, he had been frozen almost stiff outside, but 

now Feng Lan slowly began to warm up, the temperature gradually returning to normal.

"Master," Feng Lan's voice was slightly hoarse, his face slightly flushed, feeling the person behind him suddenly 

pulling him tightly, their bare bodies ambiguously pressed against each other.

The previous subtle restlessness suddenly became intense. Si Cang Qing half-lowered his eyes, his arms passing 

under Feng Lan's armpits, tightly wrapping this person in his embrace…

The pressure of the fingers, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, gradually roamed over this person's skin. 

Si Cang Qing slightly lowered his head and kissed Fenglan's neck, sometimes gliding his tongue gently, 

sometimes nibbling delicately.

Unable to suppress the broken moans, Feng Lan's breath became slightly hurried. He tilted his chin slightly, his 

body weakly leaning against the person behind him. 

"Master..."

Feng Lan unconsciously murmured, his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness and a touch of laziness.

The restlessness deep in his heart suddenly ignited like a raging fire. He didn't know if it was the previous 

infatuation resurfacing. Si Cang Qing had no intention of delving into it. He only recalled Qi Shuangran's words 

from before, hesitated slightly, and slowly moved the hand resting on Feng Lan's chest downward…

Outside the window, the night wind chuckles softly, drifting among the garden trees, and one can see the 

snowflakes swirling and dancing.

Si Cang Qing had just returned to the gates of the palace after court when he saw the young eunuch Qingxu with a 

mournful face, looking as if the sky had fallen. Upon seeing him, Qingxu rushed over in a panic, his words filled 

with worry and fear, "Not good, Your Highness, Lord Feng is very seriously ill and is currently unconscious..."

Feng Lan is sick? Si Cang Qing frowned slightly, quickly walked to the bedside, and saw Feng Lan sleeping 

drowsily, with an unusually flushed face and beads of cold sweat seemingly oozing from his forehead.

"What is going on?" Si Cang Qing said coldly, "Where is the imperial physician?" 

"Replying to Your Highness," Qingxu glanced at Si Cang Qing's darkening expression and swallowed hard, 

"Before you went to court, you ordered that no one was to disturb Lord Feng's rest. Your servant, I just saw 

something wrong and came in to take a look. Only then did I realize…”

"Go summon Doctor Qiu!" Si Cang Qing coldly interrupted the little eunuch's rambling, then sat down beside the 

bed and silently watched Feng Lan. 

The person lying on the bed seemed very uncomfortable, with slightly furrowed brows and pale lips. Si Cang 

Qing gently wiped the slight cold sweat from his forehead, then noticed the quilt that had slipped down slightly 

and pulled it up with a flick of his hand.

Seeing the mottled bluish-purple marks on the man's exposed skin, Si Cang Qing paused slightly, then recalled 

the passion of last night. A hint of confusion passed through his eyes: in both this life and the previous one, he 

had never experienced such intense feelings. Last night, his blood had boiled almost to the point of madness. Is 

this the desire that drives men to obsession?

His fingertips habitually brushed against Feng Lan's brows and eyes, and there was a faint softness in Si Cang 

Qing's eyes. The feeling from last night was really quite nice! 

Once you taste it, you crave more…

Outside, the sunlight after the snow was thin yet carried a faint warmth. 

Doctor Qiu was urged by Qingxu, thinking that His Highness the Crown Prince had fallen seriously ill! As soon 

as he entered the room, he saw Si Cang Qing sitting by the bed, momentarily stunned in place. The cold and stern 

young man showed no signs of change, his profile revealing a sense of indifference and pride, but around him, 

there was a contradictory hint of gentleness that was impossible to ignore.

◇Cang Huan◇Seven Palaces◇

"Replying to His Highness the Crown Prince, Guard Feng is not seriously ill, just overly fatigued, lacking rest, 

troubled by worries, and has caught a cold," Doctor Qiu said with a serious expression, glancing at Si Cang Qing, 

"Moreover, indulging excessively while in a weakened state..."

He snorted twice through his nose, and Doctor Qiu's expression was wooden, with a faint hint of redness on his 

old face. He said, "Although it's not serious, you still need to rest properly for the next few days. It's not suitable 

to do anything that requires physical exertion."

"In addition," Doctor Qiu coughed, "that... cleaning up afterward is very important, otherwise it will make Guard 

Feng uncomfortable." 

"What is cleaning up afterward?" Si Cang Qing asked calmly.

"Ahem," Doctor Qiu's face turned red, but he immediately put on a stern expression, "After men engage in 

intimate activities, it's important to promptly clean out that substance from the recipient's body, otherwise, it could 

lead to illness."

Si Cang Qing nodded seriously and thanked him with a rare smile: "Thank you, Imperial Doctor Qiu."

"Hmm," Doctor Qiu resumed his proud demeanor, "I'm not here because of you; I'm here because I like that kid 

Feng Lan. Alright, I need to go to the Huanao Hall to check the Emperor's pulse now. Your Highness, don't forget 

about your father."

"Mm," Si Cang Qing casually replied, only instructing Qingxu, "See off Doctor Qiu." Then he turned his attention 

back to Feng Lan.

He sent someone to brew the old doctor's medicine and carefully cleaned the sleeping Feng Lan. Afterwards, 

Si Cang Qing moved all the official business into the inner chamber, handling his affairs while keeping watch 

over Feng Lan.

"Your Highness," the young eunuch whispered as he entered, "the Emperor has issued a decree for you to go to 

the Huanao Hall to see him immediately."

Si Cang Qing's hand paused for a moment, then he raised his head to stare at Qingxu, making the other person 

feel a chill deep in their heart, before slowly responding, "Mm."

After organizing the memorials and secret letters, Si Cang Qing came to the bedside, glanced at Feng Lan, then 

turned to leave. "Stay here and watch over Lan." 

"Yes, Your Highness."

……

"Qing'er," Si Cang Jue Tian always felt helpless towards the person in front of him, repeatedly giving a bitter 

smile, "Do you really like that shadow guard?" Otherwise, why would you hate the ministers bringing up the 

topic of selecting a consort so much?

Like? Si Cang Qing didn't answer. He wasn't very sure if his feelings were love. Facing the helpless Si Cang 

Juetian, Si Cang Qing remained silent, waiting for the other party to get to the point.

"Feng Lan is indeed not bad," the emperor sighed again, "but he is a man, and you are the Crown Prince of 

Canghuan Kingdom. You two cannot be together."

“So what if he's a man?" Si Cang Qing said coldly, but gave people a sense of arrogance, "I want to be with 

whoever I want, and no one else has the right to control me."

"Qing'er!" Si Cang Juetian called out with a hint of reproach. 

"Father," Si Cang Qing said, looking at him calmly, "I don't think the identity of the crown prince has any 

necessary connection with who I am with. So, if I want to be with Lan, I will be with him."

"Qing'er," Si Cang JueTian said with deep sorrow, "You are the crown prince, the future emperor. Every word 

and action of yours is a model for the people, a symbol of the nation's dignity. How can you give others the 

opportunity to say you have a preference for homosexuality?”

"If I am a model for the people and a symbol of national dignity, how can my behavior become a topic of 

discussion?" Si Cang Qing retorted, then continued to address the matter at hand: “Is it because of this that the 

Father emperor did not stay with Prime Minister Liu?"

The sharp and irreversible question made Si Cang Juetian's face turn pale in an instant, his eyes filled with 

immense pain, "Qing'er, you..."

"Father," Si Cang Qing, not having missed the emperor's sorrow, changed the subject, "I don't know why you are 

unwilling to be with Prime Minister Liu, but I will not make a choice against my will for these inexplicable 

reasons. As for the matter of selecting a consort, Father, you need not worry any further; I have already 

decided..."

Casual words revealed a shocking decision, "I will marry Feng Lan as the crown princess." Since a consort must 

be chosen, I will marry someone who makes me comfortable. Moreover, I am willing to be with Feng Lan 

forever. This way, I can also silence those nagging ministers!

Si Cang JueTian's expression slightly cleared, and he sighed helplessly. Although his son spoke very little, once 

he did, it was impossible to refute him. Moreover…

Because of what Si Cang Qing just said, the disappointment in his heart cannot be erased. If he had Si Cang 

Qing's courage and fearlessness, perhaps everything would be different! Now, he can no longer attain happiness, 

so why should he stop his child from pursuing happiness for the same reasons?

Si Cang Jue Tian had no choice but to acquiesce.

"Father," Si Cang Qing looked at the silent emperor, his tone slightly concerned, "You just need to rest well, don't 

worry about anything else." He was about to leave but paused, "There are already some clues about the heir of the 

God of Medicine. It shouldn't take long to find them. Once your Heart-Cutting Gu is removed, I will help you be 

with Prime Minister Liu."

Watching Si Cang Qing leave, Si Cangjuetian shook his head with a bitter smile. It was as if he owed this child 

from a past life, unable to refuse any of his requests! 

However, the emperor was troubled. If Si Cang Qing really married a man, wouldn't the Si Cang family's 

bloodline be cut off just like that…
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