“I am your blood brother from the same mother! You can’t just kill me!” Bian Feng howled. “I am the closest person to you in this world!”
Liang Ye’s expression suddenly darkened. “You—”
Bang!
Hot blood suddenly splattered across Liang Ye’s face. In the midst of the metallic scent of blood, he slowly blinked once, and through the crimson haze, saw Wang Dian’s cold and indifferent profile.
Bian Feng’s head, with eyes still wide in shock, rolled to the wall’s edge, seemingly not having had time to process his surprise.
The mountain-top wind made Wang Dian’s robes flutter violently. Several crimson blood droplets had splattered onto his fair chin. He expressionlessly looked at Bian Feng’s headless corpse as blood dripped steadily from the long sword in his hand onto the ground.
He tested the weight of the long knife in his hand, then with a flick of his wrist, accurately inserted the blade into a crack between the stones, where it swayed twice in the howling mountain wind.
The secret guards in the temple watched in shock and disbelief, all in dead silence.
He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and methodically wiped the blood from his chin. Turning to Liang Ye, he showed a gentle smile, though his voice was frighteningly cold, “Slow torture is too much trouble. No need to be polite.”
Liang Ye frowned slightly.
Wang Dian unfolded the precisely folded handkerchief and pressed it against his face. Liang Ye instinctively leaned back, but was immediately held still by a cold hand on his nape, and stopped moving.
Wang Dian lowered his eyes, attentively and meticulously wiping the blood from Liang Ye’s face. Then he casually threw the blood-soaked handkerchief to the ground and took Liang Ye’s hand. “Let’s go.”
The mountain wind howled past, carrying away the blood-soaked handkerchief into the endless abyss.
****
When they came down from Zhangmu Mountain, it was nearly dusk. Wang Dian and Liang Ye had remained silent throughout their descent. Only after entering the carriage did Liang Ye finally speak slowly, “You know how to use a sword.”
“Never formally learned,” Wang Dian raised his head to meet his dark gaze. “You naturally learn after seeing it enough times.”
Outside, a secret guard cracked his whip, and the carriage wheels began to roll, the cabin shaking slightly.
Liang Ye looked at him with an unreadable expression.
Wang Dian smiled slightly. “What? Don’t like what you saw?”
“I thought you would prefer using arrows,” Liang Ye picked up the wet handkerchief from the table, took his hand, and carefully wiped away the dirt and blood. “Arrows are cleaner.”
“Not as satisfying as using a sword,” Wang Dian’s gaze lingered on his face intensely as he murmured, “What worthless thing dared to get close to you, I felt sick just seeing you touch him for a moment.”
Liang Ye’s lips curled slightly. “You could have at least given me time to flay him alive.”
Wang Dian’s clean fingers held his chin, smiling coldly. “I saw you hesitate.”
“Was just surprised,” Liang Ye’s eyebrows moved slightly, his gaze falling on his smiling lips.
“Blood brother from the same mother… how dare he claim that?” Wang Dian’s fingertips gently stroked the skin behind his ear until it turned a delicate red, then satisfiedly leaned forward to nuzzle his cool nose tip, saying softly, “You have me, that’s enough.”
Liang Ye tilted his head, wanting to kiss the corner of his mouth, but was fiercely kissed on the lips as he was held by the nape, and when his head went back, it landed in Wang Dian’s palm.
Regardless of whether Bian Feng’s words were true or false, just the fact that he had developed inappropriate thoughts was enough to disgust Wang Dian thoroughly.
Liang Ye was his, and in their absolutely intimate relationship, there was only room for him alone.
Even arousing the slightest hesitation in Liang Ye was a provocation against him.
Sounds that made one’s ears burn and heart race came from the bumpy carriage, while the willow branches trembled as they sprouted new buds, and the spring breeze was particularly fresh and gentle.
The secret guard driving the carriage wished he had been born deaf, and to preserve his life, he decisively used his internal energy to block his hearing.
Did they really have to choose this – the bumpiest – road?!
Inside the carriage, Wang Dian propped one hand on the window edge, his eyes full of desire as he stared fixedly at the wound on Liang Ye’s waist, grinding his back teeth fiercely before cursing with an obscene word, his face dark.
Liang Ye said lazily, “It’s fine.”
“Fine my ass.” Wang Dian forcefully suppressed the heat in his belly, “If you messed around to the point of causing serious trouble, who am I supposed to cry to?”
Liang Ye raised an eyebrow and said, “How about I stay still while you move?”
“What fucking difference does that make? Are you saying you won’t use force or what?” Wang Dian took a deep breath, his dissatisfied gaze moving between his mouth and hands for a while.
Liang Ye narrowed his eyes, and saw Wang Dian staring at him with a mischievous look.
When the carriage stopped, the sky had turned completely dark.
The secret guard driving tentatively unblocked his hearing, and heaved a huge sigh of relief when he found the carriage completely quiet.
This job of driving the carriage was even harder than killing people.
“Master, we’ve arrived at the inn in the city.”
After quite a while, Prince of Danyang’s deep voice came from inside the carriage.
The secret guard felt an inexplicable chill down his spine.
Prince of Danyang usually appeared refined and easy-going, yet he had cleanly beheaded Bian Feng in front of everyone, especially the Master – this had quite an impact on the secret guard.
That was the Master’s prey – who would dare to steal a kill from the Master’s hands? That was simply asking for death.
Yet Wang Dian not only did it, but the Master hadn’t shown any anger at all.
Perhaps there was some anger after all, the secret guard thought nervously as he watched the Master exit the carriage with a dark face, swallowing hard.
Liang Ye’s face was ashen as if he could flay ten Bian Fengs alive, and he strode into the inn. After a moment, Wang Dian leisurely emerged from the carriage, gathering his sleeves as he smiled gently at the secret guard driving the carriage, “Thank you for your hard work.”
“It was this subordinate’s duty!” The secret guard broke into a cold sweat at his smile.
This was terrifying – this ancestor had smiled the same way after killing someone earlier.
I probably won’t live long, the secret guard thought in despair.
Wang Dian paid no attention to the guard’s thoughts, unhurriedly following Liang Ye into their room, while also politely asking the attendant to bring hot water and thanking him before closing the door.
Turning around, he saw Liang Ye sitting by the table, glaring at him darkly as if looking at something filthy.
Wang Dian cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows casually, “Are you angry?”
The tips of Liang Ye’s ears were red as if they would drip blood, though whether from anger or annoyance was unclear, and he said stiffly, “Zhen will let you off this time, but if there’s a next time—”
“Next time you can do it,” Wang Dian said with a smile. “If it weren’t for being concerned about the wound at your waist, I wouldn’t have wanted to hold back.”
Liang Ye’s expression turned strange for a moment, before he sneered and said, “Sweet talk, you’re just trying to coax Zhen into playing those shameless games with you.”
Wang Dian walked over and gently kissed his neck, wiping away the dirt from the corner of his eye, laughing softly, “You’ll come to like it.”
