He opened Qi Zhuoyu’s outer clothes to look, and saw countless crisscrossing wounds underneath.
It was also at this time that Feng Xuan could properly examine Qi Zhuoyu’s face.
Since descending to the mortal realm, he hadn’t really looked at him properly.
He recalled the words the little eunuch had whispered in his ear today.
He didn’t know how Qi Zhuoyu’s reincarnation luck could be so bad, to be reborn as such an unfortunate person again.
Feng Xuan lifted Qi Zhuoyu’s sleeve, and sure enough, he saw many old wounds on his arm as well.
The most severe wound was on his heart, as if pierced by something sharp, then slowly healed on its own.
The sight made Feng Xuan’s eyes turn red.
He had thought he had descended to the mortal realm too early.
He didn’t expect he was still too late. If he had known, he would have come down earlier to protect him.
Feng Xuan spent a quarter of an hour repairing all the wounds and scars on Qi Zhuoyu’s body.
Not only that, Feng Xuan also checked Qi Zhuoyu’s primordial spirit. The originally weak primordial spirit now finally didn’t look so frightening.
He climbed onto the bed, squeezing into Qi Zhuoyu’s embrace.
After thinking for a moment, he raised his head and kissed him on the lips, then bit him with bared teeth, and then licked it like a little cat.
Just like every afternoon nap in the past, like a small boat that had drifted for a very long time, finally finding its only land.
****
Qi Zhuoyu didn’t know how he had fallen asleep.
He was born extremely vigilant, growing up in the treacherous environment of the imperial palace, and had developed the habit of never sleeping in unfamiliar palaces. Not to mention that his purpose last night was to assassinate Feng Xuan, but in the end he fell asleep himself, which was simply ridiculous.
Moreover, as soon as he opened his eyes.
He saw this nominal little stepmother of his, hanging on him like an octopus, with his whole face buried in his chest.
For any other prince.
Waking up in the morning to find himself entangled in sleep with his father’s consort like this, they would probably be scared half to death.
But Qi Zhuoyu wasn’t a normal person, he was just a madman without any concept of ethics.
Fortunately, Feng Xuan wasn’t a normal person either, sleeping in his “son’s” arms without any awareness, and even clinging tighter.
Qi Zhuoyu pushed him away.
Feng Xuan was pushed awake, looked up at him once, then continued to bury himself in his chest. “… What are you doing?”
He was quite good at acting coquettish.
Qi Zhuoyu’s face darkened, pinching his cheek with force that was a bit impolite, and even quite skillfully. “You’re asking me what I’m doing? Why am I in your bed?” Because it felt good, Qi Zhuoyu unconsciously pinched a couple more times.
“Huh?” Feng Xuan became a bit more awake, but his eyes were a bit confused. “There’s only one bed in my palace, where else would you sleep?” He glanced at the floor secretly, alert. “You’re not thinking of making me sleep on the floor, are you? But this is my palace.”
It sounded so reasonable.
For a moment, Qi Zhuoyu couldn’t refute.
He found that he simply couldn’t understand Feng Xuan’s thought process.
So he got up, and then discovered another strange thing.
Changing clothes was one thing, but Qi Zhuoyu pressed on his chest.
Finally, a trace of surprise appeared in his pupils. The scar that had originally pierced through his entire heart was gone.
Not only that, he lifted his sleeve, and the wounds on his arms and body, both new and old, were all gone.
Due to his unstable primordial spirit after reincarnation, Qi Zhuoyu had rarely been able to sleep soundly from childhood to adulthood. Last night, not only did he sleep until dawn, but he also felt more energetic than ever before. Even the faint dark circles under his eyes had disappeared.
Qi Zhuoyu’s gaze fell on Feng Xuan.
For some reason, he recalled the mysteriously disappearing dagger when he tried to assassinate Feng Xuan, and his suddenly immobilized body.
The immobilization of his body could still be explained by muscle-relaxing poisons and such.
But the disappearing dagger was very strange, no matter how you looked at it, it wasn’t something a mortal could do.
It had been over three hundred years since the fall of the Misty Immortal Mansion.
After the calamity of the Chaotic Sea, the mortal realm had been almost completely isolated from the demon realm and the divine realm.
Mortal cultivators were rarely seen in the mortal realm anymore.
Stories of cultivating immortality and becoming gods, of shattering mountains and rivers, seemed to have gradually become true mythological stories in history due to the passage of a hundred years.
People now had very little understanding of cultivation.
To the extent that after seeing this unusual scene, Qi Zhuoyu began to suspect whether Feng Xuan was some kind of wandering ghost or something.
Qi Zhuoyu stared at him, then probed. “All the wounds on my body have healed.”
Feng Xuan knew he would ask this, and had already prepared his lines. “Yesterday I heard the little eunuch say that the Seventh Prince was born different from ordinary people, that his wounds could heal automatically. I didn’t expect it to be true. Your Highness is mighty!”
In short, flatter him first.
The wounds healing is your awesomeness, it has nothing to do with this supreme god.jpg
Qi Zhuoyu gave him that strange look again.
Feng Xuan blinked innocently, and the latter grunted meaninglessly, then got out of bed.
After Qi Zhuoyu was fully dressed, he prepared to return to his own palace.
This farce should be over by now.
But he didn’t expect that as soon as he left, Feng Xuan would follow right behind him.
He looked as if he would follow all the way to his palace if not stopped.
Qi Zhuoyu turned around and looked at him. “What are you doing? If you keep walking, I’m afraid the Consort will end up at this prince’s palace.”
He seemed to remember something and spoke with an inscrutable expression. “You’re not really planning to go to my palace, are you?”
Feng Xuan almost bumped into his back. Hearing this, he nodded. “Yes.” His attitude was completely matter-of-fact.
Qi Zhuoyu: “…”
Qi Zhuoyu said: “Do you remember that you’re the emperor’s consort?”
Feng Xuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I remember.”
He paused. “It’s because I remember that I’m going to your place.”
Feng Xuan: “Didn’t you say last night that it’s not good for a prince to always stay overnight in a consort’s palace? I thought about it today and felt it made sense, so from now on I’ll live at your place, then it won’t count as staying overnight.”
What amazing logic.
Qi Zhuoyu almost laughed from anger.
However, thinking of his own residence, the smile on his lips disappeared for a moment.
Feng Xuan looked like an extremely delicate and hard-to-please young master. Although not favored, he at least lived in a normal palace.
As for himself.
Qi Zhuoyu stopped walking, and before him was his usual residence.
To call it a palace would be flattering this place.
The dilapidated building before them was even colder than the cold palace, with broken walls and remnants. Without looking carefully, it could be called a ruin.
Sure enough, Feng Xuan widened his eyes, looking incredulous.
In Qi Zhuoyu’s eyes, he felt inexplicably irritated.
Actually, he shouldn’t have been irritated.
After all, since birth, because of that fate of the lone star, everyone hated and feared him. He didn’t have a separate residence like other princes, the emperor didn’t even give him a cold palace, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs, seeing which way the wind blew, naturally wouldn’t repair a palace for him.
Qi Zhuoyu had never cared about these things. His goal was simple and brutal, always the ultimate power and strength.
But today, seeing Feng Xuan’s expression, it was the first time he felt a bit unhappy looking at his own ruin-like house.
Even for Qi Zhuoyu, who had seen many beautiful people of all kinds.
When he saw Feng Xuan’s face, he had to admit that he was probably the most beautiful face he had ever seen.
Such a delicate and beautiful face, as if from an immortal or god.
It seemed that it should appear in a huge, luxurious and extravagant royal palace, not in this dilapidated house.
Qi Zhuoyu’s tone was terribly bad. “What are you thinking?”
Feng Xuan was silent for a long time, and after a while, he grabbed Qi Zhuoyu’s sleeve, looking up at him slightly. “Seventh Prince. I think this place of yours is indeed uninhabitable.”
Qi Zhuoyu unconsciously clenched his fist.
Feng Xuan sincerely started to feel anxious. “And I also think you should quickly plot to usurp the throne.”
Qi Zhuoyu’s fingertips loosened, staring at him strangely.
Feng Xuan’s voice was clear, but somehow Qi Zhuoyu heard a trace of inexplicable delicateness. “You’d better be the emperor. I want to live in a bigger palace, you know, one with a courtyard, preferably with a wutong tree, where I can eat melon and sunbathe in the summer.”
Despicable senior brother.
The cage he used to give me to live in was super luxurious!
Such a precious bird like him simply can’t live in this broken cage!
In his youth, Qi Zhuoyu had often seen such tactics of consorts vying for favor.
Acting coquettish and spoiled in front of the emperor, and that old lecher would become confused, giving them whatever they wanted. It made career-focused people like Qi Zhuoyu sneer, completely unable to understand this muddle-headed emperor, even feeling very contemptuous.
But at this moment.
Qi Zhuoyu suddenly felt his voice become a bit hoarse.
Then he heard his own voice speaking as if possessed. “… Alright?”
He seemed to be unable to control himself as he said, “How big does the Consort want it?”
