Chapter 107 The Sickly and Tyrannical Crown Prince (5)

No, we won't wait until he recovers.

He would teach this slave who dared to offend him a lesson when it was light tomorrow.

Xie Rong rolled his eyes and put his other foot into Ah Chou's broad palm. The warmth made him half-close his eyes and pat the man's face. "I was just scaring you. How could I bear to kill you? As long as you obediently warm my body, I will reward you."

Since ancient times, both subjects and royalty in the Celestial Empire have had homosexuals who were attracted to men.

However, it was taboo for everyone to do so openly. At most, people would secretly hide the person in the back of the house. If someone made a fool of themselves, it would be considered improper, immoral, and against ethics, resulting in losing their official position and face, and ultimately being unable to establish themselves in the capital.

As the crown prince, Xie Rong has not yet taken a concubine. If rumors of homosexuality were to spread, it would inevitably damage his reputation.

So, the prisoners of war from the northern frontier that the Empress sent were ostensibly there to be slaves for the Crown Prince, but their true purpose was to use their pure yang bodies to warm the Crown Prince's bed and body.

That day, the Empress Dowager specifically instructed Xie Rong that he must not be seen by anyone.

To ensure his position as crown prince remained secure, Xie Rong would naturally do this.

Anyone who dares to tell anyone will have their voice poisoned and their eyes gouged out!

Thinking this, Xie Rong raised her hand and opened Lu Yuanju's clothes. Her soft, cool fingertips touched the man's hot chest skin and gradually warmed up.

He lowered his eyes and composed himself.

The first thing we'll poison to silence is this lowly slave's mouth.

Xie Rong felt it wasn't warm enough, so he pressed both of his hands against it.

The man's chest muscles grew increasingly hard, and Xie Rong could feel the heartbeat in his palm, as if it were about to pierce through his chest.

The protagonist feels ???, pain level +1.

Xie Rong looked up suspiciously and saw that the slave A Chou had a terrifying face and was staring at him with gritted teeth, as if he was enduring a great humiliation.

But Xie Rong was no longer ignorant; he remembered that as long as he spread his legs and sat on a man's face, he could make a man obedient.

He slowly moved his fingertips down from Ah Chou's chest, stopping at the man's tense waist and abdomen, and deliberately said, "It feels warmer here."

Is this Crown Prince of the Celestial Empire really that fond of seducing men?

Lu Yuanju cursed inwardly. He was a young man full of vigor and passion. Even though he had devoted himself to fighting with other warriors since childhood and had never experienced that kind of thing, he was still a real man.

Thankfully, he wasn't gay; if it were his group of foolish companions, they would probably have been blinded by beauty long ago.

Lu Yuanju's waist and abdomen were hard and hot, like a piece of red-hot iron, warmer than a hot water bottle or an earthworm. Xie Rong couldn't help but feel happy and lowered her head to rub her cold cheek against it.

Lu Yuanju: !!!

The man froze as if facing a formidable enemy, his face growing increasingly ferocious, his chest heaving violently, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at him menacingly.

The protagonist feels ???, pain level +1.

"So comfortable. You prisoners of war from the northern frontier may be lowly, but your male bodies are still somewhat useful," Xie Rong breathed coolly on Lu Yuanju's waist and abdomen. "Tomorrow, let them take turns warming my bed. I will choose the most skilled one to warm my body."

“No need to choose,” Lu Yuanju sneered inwardly. Did this Crown Prince intend to ruin all his companions? Don’t even think about it.

"I am the best."

"Is that so?" Xie Rong pulled away from him and patted the empty space beside him. "Then come up here and warm my bed. If you dare to lie to me, you'll be in big trouble."

Lu Yuanju is not easily intimidated.

Isn't it just about warming the bed for homosexuals?

He forced himself to climb onto the prince's bed, lying expressionlessly beside Xie Rong like a hot piece of wood, letting the prince snuggle into his arms, touch him all over, and even press his delicate face against his chest to seduce him.

Xie Rong nestled between the blanket and the man's chest, but was extremely restless. One moment she would grab the tassels and beads hanging from the edge of the bed curtains to play with, and the next she would sullenly peek out from under the bed curtains to survey the dark bedroom.

An hour later, Xie Rong's breathing became long and even, and he fell asleep.

Lu Yuanju did not close his eyes all night, and only fell into a deep sleep as dawn was approaching.

Incense for calming the mind was lit in the hall, and coupled with Lu Yuanju's fatigue from many days, he slept soundly until he was kicked off the bed—

Lu Yuanju suddenly woke up with a start.

"Damn you, you lowly slave! How dare you sneak into my bedchamber and steal my treasure while I'm sleeping!" Xie Rong sat on the couch, his black hair disheveled and uncombed, half of his pale face hidden behind the bed curtains. "Tie up Ah Chou for me!"

With a wave of his hand, Eunuch Gao summoned several eunuchs who stepped forward and bound Lu Yuanju with hemp rope.

Lu Yuanju grinned maliciously.

Last night she snuggled into his arms without any princely demeanor, but this morning she turned on him and started blaming him.

"Your Highness accuses me of stealing, but where is the evidence?"

Xie Rong turned his head, looked around the bed, pulled out his underpants from under the covers, and gave Eunuch Gao a look.

Eunuch Gao took the underpants and shoved them into Lu Yuanju's arms. He then pretended to search the underpants and, with his orchid-like fingers raised, said in a mixture of surprise and anger, "You ugly bastard, how dare you steal His Highness's underpants!"

Lu Yuanju glared at him fiercely.

Xie Rong said calmly, "Fight."

Two eunuchs, each holding a long wooden board, struck Lu Yuanju's back forcefully.

The dull thuds of the wooden planks striking flesh echoed one after another, but Lu Yuanju lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and remained silent.

The stench of blood grew stronger, mingling with the medicinal fragrance in the hall, becoming a potent remedy.

A medicine that can dispel the resentment that Xie Rong had accumulated in his heart last night.

"Your Highness, it's time for your medicine," the head maid said calmly, carrying a steaming bowl of medicine into the bedchamber.

Xie Rong picked up the porcelain spoon and slowly stirred the bitter medicine. He took a small spoonful and immediately stuck out his tongue from the bitterness.

The anger that had just subsided surged again. Xie Rong smashed the medicine bowl, his pale fingers gripping the bedding tightly, his tone icy: "If the Imperial Hospital dares to brew such bitter medicine to harm me again, I'll chop them all up! Get out of here! A bunch of useless trash!"

Everyone, including the eunuch who had been beating Ah Chou, silently withdrew.

Xie Rong's anger surged, causing his already weak blood and qi to flow backward, making him feel dizzy and lightheaded.

He forced himself to get out of bed, staggered over to Lu Yuanju, and grabbed the man by the neck.

"Weren't you quite arrogant last night?" Xie Rong lowered his head, smelling the blood on his body, panting and laughing. The world spun before his eyes, the light flickering so that his pupils were dilated and he couldn't see the man's face clearly. "Why are you mute now?"

"Consort Lan died in the Yeting Palace. Do you know why she died?"

Lu Yuanju scoffed: "Because you stood by and watched someone die."

Xie Rong said coldly, "No, because she doesn't even know who to ask for help from."

“You don’t know either,” Xie Rong coughed a few times, covering his mouth, a smile playing on his lips, his voice weak yet barely concealing his excitement, “so you will die too.”