Chapter 167
Chapter 167: Longing for the Southern Kingdom's Lord,
Unspoken Words (Part 4)
Everything ultimately comes down to cause and effect, and the calamity of death is no exception. According to
the interpretation of the hexagrams, it is exactly as Feng Wufei said at the beginning: the malevolent energy of the
“Heaven Killing Star” and the imperial energy of the “Emperor Star” mutually counteract each other, while
Mo Qing Jue was summoned through a human-cast spell that defied the heavens, specifically to target
Si Cang Qing.
“That may be so,” Cheng Tian Yang said, “but Mo Qing Jue has indeed put you in danger on several occasions
before. Yet he never truly intended to take your life, did he?” Without waiting for Si Cang Qing’s reply, he
continued, “Now more than ever, he would never harm you… even if he were to wake up one day, that would
still be the case.”
“Then where exactly does this ‘fatal calamity’ come from?”
The last time Si Cang Qing went missing in an explosion, they all assumed it was the “fatal calamity,” but later,
upon receiving a message from Feng Wufei… they learned that Si Cang Qing’s final “fatal calamity” had still not
been averted.
Si Cang Qing also fell into deep thought. Although he had always trusted only himself, he was well aware of
the accuracy of Feng Wufei’s divinations. There were indeed many strange and supernatural occurrences in this
world—he himself was a living example.
If Mo Qing Jue was the “Ordeal of Death,” it would be more accurate to say that the Ordeal of Death had arisen
because of him…
“Your Majesty must purge the Qiang clan, reclaim the South Sea as soon as possible, and… as for that
Yuwen Fengchun—whether he is dead or alive—it must be thoroughly investigated.” ” Cheng Tian Yang
continued, “After all, if your death sentence stems from Mo Qing Jue, then it’s because his own mess has dragged
you into it!”
With a faint warmth in his eyes, Si Cang Qing kissed the other man’s hair. Seeing that this person was completely
preoccupied with the matter of his death sentence, he was delighted… extremely delighted.
“So happy?” Cheng Tian Yang turned his head, glancing sideways at him with a haughty tone. “Is there a
saying you’ve never heard?”
Raising an eyebrow in puzzlement, Si Cang Qing waited quietly for him to speak, only to see him smile eerily.
He said, “What doesn’t concern me, I don’t trouble myself over.”
“I’m not like Feng Lan and the others, who live wholeheartedly for you alone, so I can think about these matters
calmly. If you insist on keeping Mo Qing Jue, I have no objection.”
Si Cang Qing said nothing, merely gazing intently into the other man’s smiling eyes.
A fleeting look of distraction crossed his eyes. When he saw Si Cang Qing’s focused gaze again, Cheng Tian Yang
glared at him and muttered, “Your Majesty, you shouldn’t act like a block of wood all day long, showing no
reaction to anything…” He couldn’t help but feel a touch of nostalgia for the man’s earlier demeanor—though he
hadn’t said much, at least he hadn’t been so dull.
Si Cang Qing then spoke up, asking, “What kind of reaction?”
“You…” Cheng Tian Yang glared at him angrily. Clearly… clearly this answer should have put his mind at ease,
so why did it sound so jarring to his ears?
“So, Your Majesty, are you saying it makes no difference to you whether I’m here or not?”
Shaking his head slightly, Si Cang Qing replied calmly, “No.”
His anger vanished instantly, replaced by a sudden wave of helpless frustration. Cheng Tian Yang let out a long
sigh and said listlessly, “Talking to you is truly exhausting!” He decided not to press Si Cang Qing further on his
thoughts and simply began to voice, one by one, the words he’d been keeping buried in his heart:
“That day when I returned to Hongdu, though I was angry with you, in the end… I just couldn’t bring myself to
stay in the palace with a clear conscience.”
This time, he held nothing back, laying all his emotions bare.
That had been his intention the first time he returned to Hongdu: to hold onto that brief, beautiful moment with
Si Cang Qing, to settle down here, to do the things he wanted to do, and to lend a hand whenever he could help
this person.
But as for the other heavy burdens and emotional ties… he was powerless to bear them, and unable to devote
himself to them wholeheartedly. Ever since his mother’s unjust death, ever since he’d been treated as a plaything—
a child for sexual exploitation—and ever since he’d willingly fallen into depravity and exile, he could no longer
believe in pure love.
In truth, it didn’t really matter. He knew that Si Cang Qing loved him and was willing to pamper and help him…
but precisely because of that, he didn’t want to tarnish the only beauty left in the rest of his life. After witnessing
the feelings that Feng Lan, Qiu Ping Tian, his elder brother, and even Qi Shuangran held for Si Cang Qing, he
knew he could never love this person wholeheartedly the way they did.
…And he wasn’t worthy of it, either.
Even Cheng Tian Yang couldn’t untangle these complex and conflicting thoughts. On one hand, he desperately
wanted to cherish this beautiful moment; on the other, he felt he couldn’t love this person with all his heart. Worse
still, he would suddenly find himself dwelling on the many things he had long since cast aside.
While he lingered over this person’s tenderness, he also found himself thinking about leaving resolutely.
Until Si Cang Qing left the palace because of the plague, he had intended to return to Hongdu once the situation
had passed, but he never imagined… that three-month disappearance threw him into a sudden panic, and from
then on, he dared not leave again, fearing that… a single separation might mean a permanent farewell.
When this man showed no regard for his own life or death and resolutely chose to stay with Mo Qing Jue, he felt a
moment of self-mockery—since even Si Cang Qing didn’t care, why should he, an outsider, be so anxious?!
But action always precedes thought, and he didn’t know why, in a fit of rage, he had lashed out with that slap.
Clearly, after everything he’d been through, he hadn’t completely lost his sense of self.
A warm sensation lingered on his cheek.
Cheng Tian Yang abruptly stopped his torrent of words, simply closing his eyes to feel this man’s tenderness—ah,
why had he felt the need to explain so anxiously in the first place? As perceptive as Si Cang Qing was, even if he
was slow to grasp matters of the heart, he could still easily see through people’s true intentions!
“So, Your Majesty, will you still accept me as I am?”
By the riverbank, this person asked the question with a hint of melancholy. Si Cang Qing felt a slight pang of
displeasure; he had never known that this man was still bound by that meaningless chapter of the past. But… he
replied, “I will.”
No matter what, he was willing to accept him.
“Hehe,” Cheng Tian Yang laughed sweetly, gently nibbling on Si Cang Qing’s earlobe. “Your Majesty, did those
few… mention that you’re actually quite skilled at sweet talk?”
“…No.” Si Cang Qing glanced at him, puzzled… hadn’t this person just been complaining that he was dull and
clueless?
Cheng Tian Yang spoke again, his warm breath brushing against Si Cang Qing’s ear. “So… Your Majesty, do you
still want me to go with you?”
“Mm.”
His eyes narrowed into a smile. Cheng Tian Yang moved his lips slightly away and gently licked the man’s temple.
“Well… I still don’t feel quite right about this. So, Your Majesty, if you want to take me with you, it’ll depend on
how sincere you are!”
“How do I prove my sincerity?” Si Cang Qing asked in a low voice, only to have the other person give his cheek a
gentle nibble, silencing all his questions… Whatever this person wanted to do, he would go along with it.
His lips brushed suggestively across the other’s face. Cheng Tian Yang raised a hand to caress the other side of
Si Cang Qing’s cheek, his words muffled, “Did it hurt much when I hit you last time?”
“No.” Si Cang Qing wrapped his arms around the other man, stood up, and walked toward the screen.
Cheng Tian Yang wrapped himself around the other man, his fingers gently caressing his face as he sighed softly,
“Your Majesty, have I become very bad-tempered? Do you find me quite annoying now?”
“No.”
Outside the window, the sky was still bright. It was only mid-afternoon, yet Si Cang Qing led the man to lie down
beside him on the couch.
“Then, in the future, if I can’t control myself and hit you again…”
“It’s fine.”
While responding casually, Si Cang Qing’s hand had already slipped beneath the other man’s clothes, his palm
vigorously kneading the other’s smooth, supple skin.
As her lips parted from his face, Cheng Tian Yang’s gaze grew dreamy as she stared straight into Si Cang Qing’s
increasingly deep eyes, a beautiful smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Your Majesty, you’re so kind… I’m
afraid I’m finding it harder and harder to leave you! Why don’t we return to Lianjing right now?”
As she spoke, she began to rise, only to be held back by a hand around her waist. Si Cang Qing said calmly,
“There’s no rush.”
“Is that so?” Cheng Tian Yang lowered her brows, curved her lips into a smile, and shifted her legs slightly before
straddling him. “You really don’t plan to leave now?”
With the other’s soft words in his ear and that supple body rubbing gently against him, Si Cang Qing’s grip on
the other’s arm grew scorching hot. He then pulled the other close, pressing their bodies tightly together, and
pressed his lips against Cheng Tian Yang’s. His fiery tongue pushed its way into the other’s mouth with a touch of
urgency.
The temperature in the room instantly rose a few degrees.
“Your Majesty…” Breaking free from the long, breathless kiss, Cheng Tian Yang let out a slightly impatient moan.
“It’s hot… let’s not press so closely together.”
Si Cang Qing’s reply was to tear open the other man’s clothes and slowly strip him bare. “Take them off…” He
kissed the lips that were eager to pull away. “Then it won’t be hot anymore.”
“…Mm-hmm,” Cheng Tian Yang let out an uncontrollable moan, turned his head away to avoid him, and gasped,
“It’s still… hot!”
“Take off some more…”
Another garment was casually tossed aside. Si Cang Qing rolled over and pinned him down, his lips tracing the
line of his jaw before settling on his bare chest, where he gently nibbled.
“Your Majesty… aren’t you hot?” Cheng Tian Yang used a deft maneuver to roll back over and sit atop him, his
hands growing restless. “Let me help you undress!”
Playfully dodging Si Cang Qing’s kisses while teasingly stoking his desire, Cheng Tian Yang stripped him
completely bare. Then, with a seductive smile, he said, “Your Majesty, you promised to do whatever I say…”
“So, let Tianyang serve you!”
“……”
Before he could speak, she leaned down and bit his neck, nibbling gently as she worked her way downward.
With one hand pressed against Cheng Tian Yang’s waist, Si Cang Qing’s other hand slowly moved downward.
But suddenly, he was stopped. He looked up at the person lying on top of him and saw her give a leisurely smile.
Cheng Tian Yang said gently, “Your Majesty is so vigorous, reveling night after night. Tianyang is still unwell and
fears he may not be able to… serve you properly.” So…
He slid off Si Cang Qing, slowly put on his clothes, and gave him a radiant smile: “I’ll go fetch Zi Xi for you!”
Watching helplessly as the other turned with a graceful flourish and walked away with measured steps,
Si Cang Qing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and channeled his inner energy to suppress the restlessness in
his heart.
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