Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Partridge Soars to the Sky in Qingyang (Part 1)

This May, chaos reigned.

Yancheng fell, and the people of Hongcheng were filled with fear. The world had already submitted to Canghuan, 

and unification was inevitable.

“…In five days, my Southwest Army will be able to advance on Hongdu. General Luo Shui has already captured 

the last pass on the southern front and will reach Hongdu in less than half a month. Cheng Tianyi has no way to 

retreat!”

“Hmm,” Si Cang Qing waved his hand, signaling the man to leave.

As soon as Mo Qingjue left, a man swaggered in without even announcing himself, complaining incessantly, 

“Tsk, Qingqing, you’re such a stingy emperor! This place is uninhabitable! Have you become as miserly as 

Qiu Ping Tian, spending all your time with him?”

Si Cang Qing glanced at him, ignoring him, and casually picked up a memorial to read. Since the battle of 

Yaoshan City, Qi Shuangran had been appearing sporadically, and it must be said that he had provided him with 

considerable assistance in the war. The Piao Miao Palace was indeed formidable; even after inflicted such heavy 

casualties in the Tain wei tian, it only took a year for them to recover. In contrast, those other martial arts sects 

had yet to recover.

Thinking of this, Si Cang Qing glanced at this person again. Their relationship was rather strange; from their first 

meeting, they had been at odds. Yet, ultimately, Qi Shuangran hadn't done anything to harm him; on the contrary, 

he had inadvertently helped him on several occasions. Perhaps due to the relationship between the Piao Miao Palace 

and Penglai Pavilion, over time, his suspicions and distrust of him had largely dissipated.

In a flash, the folded document was snatched from his hand. Qi Shuangran stood before Si Cang Qing, looking 

down at him with displeasure and a hint of arrogance. "What's so interesting about this tattered document? Didn't 

you hear me talking to you?"

"Hand it over," Si Cang Qing said calmly.

“I detest being threatened!” Qi Shuangran's eyebrows shot up sharply. “So what if I refuse to hand over this 

worthless scrap of paper?”

Si Cang Qing pressed his lips together, his gaze turning icy. Though this man had indeed been of considerable 

assistance, he was equally... utterly ungrateful! This sort of trouble-making had happened more than once or twice 

in recent days!

“Hand it over!” His voice dropped several degrees.

Qi Shuangran laughed heartily, his voice rising. “Angry, are you? Tsk tsk. Never imagined your anger could be 

so... charming. For this lovely sight alone, I absolutely cannot return this to you!” 

With that, he flicked his wrist, sending the scroll flying several meters away.

Seeing this, Si Cang Qing channeled his energy into his feet and reached out to catch the scroll. But 

Qi Shuangran relentlessly pursued him, whipping out his icy whip to snatch the scroll back into his embrace.

The thrill of a master's clash—only those who've tasted it understand.

Si Cang Qing leapt mid-air, striking toward Qi Shuangran. He dodged hastily, lashing back with his whip. One 

palm channeled energy to deflect his attack, while the other clawed straight for his chest, aiming to seize the scroll.

—Rather than merely snatching that unremarkable memorial, Si Cang Qing was driven to the brink by this man's 

persistence, seeking to teach him a proper lesson.

Just as the battle inside the room reached its most intense moment, a strikingly handsome man clad in fiery red 

stepped through the doorway. Seeing the chaos within, he paused slightly before speaking: “You two...”

Qi Shuangran, quick-witted and agile, feinted and swiftly moved beside Cheng Tian Yang. One arm wrapped 

around the man's waist, the other flung the memorial paper away.

The powerful palm strike came hurtling toward him. Si Cang Qing shifted his stance, unleashing a surge of palm 

energy that caught the blow with steady precision.

Caught off guard by the sudden embrace, Cheng Tian Yang hadn't fully processed the situation yet. He merely 

stared in confusion at the wrecked furnishings scattered about the room—everything was in disarray, toppled and 

askew. “What the hell are you doing?”

His hand roamed freely over Cheng Tian Yang's body as Qi Shuangran grinned. “Don't be afraid, beauty! Your 

Seventh Young Master is just playing with Qingqing. We were bored out of our minds, but now that you're here, 

the Seventh Young Master won't feel bored anymore...” His eyes darted sideways toward Si Cang Qing, who 

stood expressionless nearby. His lips murmured seductive words. “Come, my beauty. Your Majesty is too busy to 

keep you company. Why not come with me for some fun?”

Cheng Tian Yang didn't push him away. He laughed freely, leaning softly against Qi Shuangran's body. His eyes 

sparkled with countless charms as he breathed sweetly into his ear, “Very well!” He gazed at him with a soft, 

seductive look. “With Seventh Master honoring me thus, wouldn't it be utterly ungrateful for Tian Yang to refuse?”

His fingers traced suggestively along Qi Shuangran's throat. Cheng Tian Yang's eyes glowed with desire as he 

lifted his lips, about to kiss the other's face.

Qi Shuangran's expression changed abruptly. Just as he reached out to push away the clinging figure, a powerful 

palm strike swept toward him. He violently shoved Cheng Tian Yang away, his body retreating rapidly, barely 

evading the sudden, fierce attack.

One hand caught the flung Cheng Tian Yang just in time, while Si Cang Qing's other hand shot out, violently 

sending Qi Shuangran crashing through the doorway. His palm flicked, and with another strike, the door slammed 

shut with a thunderous bang.

Watching the door slam shut before him with a thunderous bang, Qi Shuangran roared in fury, “Si Cang Qing! 

What do you think you're doing?!” Kicking the door, he shouted inward, “Open this door for me!”

“Hah...”

Hearing the furious shouts outside, Cheng Tian Yang couldn't help but laugh, clinging to Si Cang Qing's embrace 

as he doubled over with mirth.

Si Cang Qing cast a faint glance at the flushed, laughing figure. Slowly releasing him, he walked back to his seat 

and resumed handling state affairs, paying no heed to the raging figure outside.

“Your Majesty—”

◇Cang◇Huan◇Qi◇Gong◇

A soft, gentle call, tinged with an unmistakable smile, lingered long in the room, sending a wave of tingling 

warmth through one's very bones.

Cheng Tian Yang approached Si Cang Qing from behind, pressing his body close as his arms slid around the 

other's waist. Leaning against his back, he asked in a light, drawn-out tone, “Jealous?”

Allowing the other's actions, Si Cang Qing offered no reply. He didn't understand what Cheng Tian Yang meant 

by jealousy, nor did he feel curious enough to probe further. Yet... witnessing this man's interaction with 

Qi Shuangran earlier had stirred genuine displeasure within him, though he himself couldn't fathom the origin of 

this sudden feeling.

Circling Si Cang Qing's waist, Cheng Tian Yang moved around to face him, then plopped down into his embrace. 

“Your Majesty, please don't be angry. I was merely teasing Seventh Young Master!” he chattered. “If I didn't scare 

him like that, he'd never stop!”

He knew full well that Qi Shuangran's affections lay elsewhere, not with him. That was precisely why he'd 

behaved so recklessly earlier.

Si Cang Qing merely glanced at him, still silent. His free arm naturally encircled the man's waist as he focused 

intently on the memorials before him. The earlier surge of emotion had come abruptly and faded just as quickly. 

His heart had already settled into calmness.

“You fool!” Cheng Tian Yang murmured with a playful scold, tilting his chin slightly to press a kiss to 

Si Cang Qing's lips. “Can't you be a little less moody?”

Feeling the lingering warmth on his lips, Si Cang Qing paused, then set aside his work. He bent his head slightly, 

deepening the kiss.

“Mmm...” A soft moan escaped Cheng Tian Yang's throat. Eyes closed, he parted his lips to welcome the other's 

tongue, his arms tightening involuntarily. His tense body trembled, cautious and careful.

“Bang—”

A thunderous crash erupted, shaking the room as if it were trembling. Yet the two locked in a passionate kiss 

remained utterly undisturbed, still exchanging breaths in an intimate embrace.

“Si Cang...” Qishuangran froze upon seeing the scene inside, his fists clenching as a surge of furious rage erupted 

within him.

“Si Cang Qing! I care not for your life or death anymore!” With a roar, he vanished without a trace.

The commotion startled the others awake. Cheng Tian Yang hastily released his embrace, stepping back slightly 

as he stared at the door that had been kicked wide open. The figure had vanished without a trace.

“Your Majesty,” Cheng Tian Yang spoke with a hint of concern, “Seventh Young Master likely came today to 

tend to your wounds... Now, he's been driven away in anger...”

Lost in thought as he gazed toward the doorway, Si Cang Qing recalled how Qi Shuangran had seized his arm a 

few days prior to take his pulse. At the time, she had indeed offered to help regulate his qi and blood. While he 

wasn't overly concerned about this minor internal injury, it was still detrimental to his health—something he 

couldn't rectify on his own in the short term. Moreover, Qi Shuangran's martial prowess was not much inferior to 

his own. After all, they shared the same origin and lineage, a relationship of mutual generation and mutual restraint.

“I'm fine,” Si Cang Qing offered his usual response.

“How is it fine!” Cheng Tian Yang glared at him. “You're clearly injured, yet you casually wield your martial 

energy!”

Gently cradling the enchantingly alluring figure in his arms, Si Cang Qing lightly kissed the tip of his eyelash 

and murmured softly, “Qi Shuangran will return soon...”

Such certainty, even he didn't know where it came from. Perhaps it was because they'd known each other for so 

many years, and he'd truly come to understand the other's nature.

Cheng Tian Yang paused for a moment, then broke into a smile again, teasingly scolding, “Your Majesty really 

is bullying me! I came all this way to heal your wounds, and not only did you drive me away, you don't even feel 

a shred of guilt.”

Si Cang Qing stared intently at the bright smile on the other's face. When had this person begun to shed their 

facade before him, bit by bit, becoming more and more genuine? And when had he started to indulge them 

unconditionally in return?

Regardless, seeing Cheng Tian Yang's seemingly carefree smile brought him a measure of peace. In a few more 

days, in just a few more days, the assault on Hongdu would begin...

“Si Cang Qing!”

Another icy whip lashed out, accompanied by shrill screams and pleas for mercy.

Qi Shuangran coldly eyed the disheveled crowd before him. They appeared fierce and brutal, yet proved so easily 

broken! He snorted, flashing a devilish grin. “You still wish to borrow money from this lord?”

The burly men trembled, stealing glances at the handsome young master who looked like a grim reaper. 

“M-Master, spare us! We... we didn't recognize... didn't recognize Mount Tai... We... we'll leave immediately...”

“Leave?” Qi Shuangran sneered. “My whip leaves no survivors!” Before the words faded, another lash cracked 

through the air.

These fools! How dare they scheme against him? Hmph, they'd serve as perfect targets to vent his pent-up rage!

“Palace Master!”

Several white-robed figures leapt down from the air, kneeling on one knee. “We humbly welcome the Palace 

Master back to the palace!”

Retracting his whip and ignoring the bandits, Qi Shuangran stood with his hands behind his back. “Who said I 

intended to return?”

The men bowed their heads, exchanging furtive glances. They were always on edge around this unpredictable 

master. One of them plucked up the courage to speak. “It was you... who ordered us yesterday to prepare for your 

return...”

Shooting the speaker a displeased glance, Qi Shuangran turned to face the direction of Yancheng. “I still have 

matters to attend to!” Without another word to the group, he vanished from the spot in a ghostly flash.

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