Chapter 55 July Flower Says Bad Things

Ye Yanze let go of his hand, and the ring on his ring finger rubbed his Adam's apple. The cold touch made him gloomy instantly, and he reached out to grab his hand.

Ye Yanze had anticipated his move, and when he raised his hand, he caught nothing. Ye Yanze looked down at him, taking in the resentment and restlessness on his face. He calmed down at this point and leaned back in his chair.

"Is Bella's matter settled?"

Zelsa didn't answer, but lifted the hem of his robe, and the rough touch of her fingers scraped across his calf. Ye Yanze had just calmed down, but was provoked again. He kicked him further away, leaving unsightly footprints on his bright red coronation robe.

"I warn you, don't do anything unnecessary. I don't want to settle this with you now."

Ye Yanze couldn't see his expression, he only saw him kneeling on the ground, with his head half lowered, his black hair hanging down and half covering the side of his face.

Zelsa suddenly laughed twice, put his hands on his knees, rested his chin on his legs, and said to Ye Yanze.

"Your Highness, you don't understand."

He lifted up his shirt and smiled at him. Ye Yanze's eyelids jumped and he immediately took action. The golden thread was about to bind his arms, but it was burned by the red flames. The scattered photons exposed the panic in his eyes.

Zelsa flicked her fingers, and Ye Yanze's wrist was fixed to the armrest of the chair. He tried to struggle twice, but there was no way, and his fingers clenched into fists.

Zelsa remained kneeling on the ground, ignoring the restraints, serving his master like a loyal servant, except that this kind of service was clearly not something that could be discussed openly.

The friction of the clothes made a slight noise, and then they were quickly thrown aside. Ye Yanze's palms were wet with sweat, and he held the handrail tightly, then subconsciously curled up and bent the wooden handrail, leaving a trail of wet marks.

His forehead was covered in sweat, the corners of his eyes were wet and red, his platinum hair stuck to the sides of his face and the corners of his eyes, and his robe fell down. It seemed that there was only His Royal Highness the Son of God sitting in his seat with flushed cheeks.

Ye Yanze finally couldn't help but call out his name loudly, asking him to stop.

"Zelsa!"

Zelsa slowly straightened his robe, his forehead was also sweaty, but his lips, chin and fingers were damp, and when he touched his clothes, he could leave a mark.

"What do you want, Your Highness?"

Ye Yanze felt dizzy and curled up on the soft chair. He raised his eyelashes and looked down at him, meeting his black eyes that did not conceal his desire.

"Does Your Highness understand now? I can do whatever I want to Your Highness, and conversely, I can give Your Highness whatever He wants."

If Ye Yanze gave in, he would no longer be himself. He sneered, stepped on his shoulders barefoot, and told him word by word.

"Give? You're wrong."

Ye Yanze straightened his back slightly and moved closer. The cold light from the glazed window shone into his light purple eyes.

"Everything you have was given by me. Are you qualified to say that?"

Zelsa looked at him. This was the person he liked, the one he loved with all his heart. Deep down, he just refused to bow his head or compromise. Without any of these, he was not himself.

But it was precisely because of this that he was in such a mess, and he accepted it. He gripped his ankles tightly and slowly stood up. Ye Yanze could only look up at him. He lowered his head, and his hair fell down, pressing him down.

He rubbed his neck impatiently with his palms again and again, and he pressed forward to kiss him, but Ye Yanze suddenly turned his head away to avoid him.

"Do you dislike me, or yourself?"

He used some force to force him to look at him, bit his lips, pinched his neck with his fingers, and felt the fragile trembling under his skin. The tiny sounds echoed in the hall of the temple.

Zelsa still remembered watching him being surrounded by people countless times here, and he was squeezed so far away from him that he couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes. Later, he thought he was standing next to him, and he gave his hand to another person.

Standing in front and glancing over indifferently, these scenes are mixed with those charming entanglements and desperate lingerings, which are enough to make people suddenly confused about what is real and what is fake.

Zelsa stood up, lowered her eyes to look at his slightly dazed expression with her lips parted, moved her fingers, tied Ye Yanze's hands together, and reached out to untie his cloak.

He picked up Ye Yanze horizontally, covered him with his cloak, and strode towards the back hall with him in his arms. The servants guarding outside only took one look and lowered their heads in surprise, wishing they had not seen it.

Ed chased after him and saw His Highness leaning in his arms with a frown and eyes closed. Zelsa turned her head to glance at Ed.

Ed finally said only one sentence: "Your Highness has not rested or eaten all day."

Zelsa didn't stop, and replied calmly: "Got it."

Before midnight, Ye Yanze's whole body was burning with fever. He was so dizzy that he couldn't open his eyes. Zelsa was close to him and naturally noticed it at the first time, but she couldn't wake him up no matter how she called him.

Zelsa knew he was very tired, and before he had time to do anything, he just tied him up, took a bath, and held him to sleep, but this caused trouble. Zelsa sat up in his pajamas and reached out to grab Ye Yanze, who was curled up with his back to him.

As soon as his hand touched his cheek, Ye Yanze opened his hand in a daze. Zelsa took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to pull his pajamas and pulled him over. When he held him in his arms, he found that he had a fever and kept his eyes closed.

Zelsa didn't care about her own emotions, she got up and rang the bell, and Ed hurried over. Zelsa knew that he was a doctor, and it was Ed who treated Ye Yanze's illness before.

At that time, Ed looked at Zelsa with resentment, as if he was looking at a robber, and ordered him around like he used to.

Zelsa half-hugged him, wrote down the things one by one, and turned around to get the things according to his instructions without saying anything. Ed looked at Ye Yanze, who only showed a red face, and sighed softly.

"Your Highness, what are you planning? What do you want? You don't say anything, you keep it all in your heart."

There was only one lamp on in the bedroom. The warm yellow light was quiet, but he slept uneasily. Zelsa asked Ye Yanze to take the medicine according to Ed's instructions.

Edli looked at Zelsa who was coaxing Ye Yanze to open his mouth in a low voice, and saw that such a fierce person was actually very patient and gentle. He didn't know what happened between them, but he knew that His Highness cared about him.

"Don't push him. His Highness is a very stubborn person. You have to go along with him."

Zelsa thought he was talking about drinking medicine, but remembering how he drank medicine before, she smiled calmly instead.

"If you always give in to him, you'll spoil him, and it will be harder to get him in the mouth next time."

He lifted him up and forced the liquid in. Ye Yanze didn't cooperate fiercely, and swallowed it as long as it was poured into his mouth, but he kept retching and tears fell from the corners of his eyes. Before Ed could say anything, Zelsa admitted his mistake.

"We should really go along with it."

Ed brought the cold water over, and Zelsa let him go back. Ed kept looking back, feeling quite worried. Zelsa pushed aside his long hair and kissed his forehead, warm yellow light jumped into his eyes, full of helplessness and heartache, but he kept holding him tightly and was unwilling to let go.

"Are you awake? Eat something first."

Ye Yanze felt weak all over, and he put his hand on his forehead to find that his pajamas were half-removed and his neck was still a little damp. He looked at Zelsa who put down the documents in his hand and picked up the food.

"I have a fever again?"

He subconsciously pressed his chest, frowned slightly, and quickly regained his calm expression.

Zelsa heard the word "again" and before he could ask in detail, Ye Yanze asked him directly: "Regarding the crack, how are you preparing?"

Ye Yanze didn't want to do anything meaningless and make a scene that would mistreat himself. It would be futile anyway, so he took the food and tried to eat it slowly.

Zelsa watched him eat, with no intention of answering. Even after he wiped his mouth and rinsed it, he still didn't answer.

Ye Yanze casually threw a pillow at him. Zelsa was skilled enough to dodge it, but he didn't. He picked it up and put it aside.

"What do you mean? Are you really planning to lock me up here and make me your sex slave?"

He picked out the most unpleasant things to say, but this time Zelsa was not easily angered. Instead, he spread his hands and smiled: "It's up to you how you interpret it."

"You have no reason to refuse my participation."

"Yes, no." Zelsa walked up to him, reached out and touched his forehead to find that it was no longer hot, and then bent down to kiss the corner of his lips.

"There's no reason and no delay for me to let you interfere."

Ye Yanze couldn't understand that the pollution caused by the cracks and the large-scale casualties were difficult to avoid, as well as the elemental erosion. These were not something he could solve.

"Are you planning on performing the cleanse yourself?"

Zelsa didn't listen, instead she lifted a strand of his hair and reminded him: "Didn't you say that you are my sex slave locked up here? Then you should do this well."

Ye Yanze couldn't stand it anymore, and for the first time he lost his temper and yelled loudly, then raised his hand and slapped him.

"Get out!"

Zelsa, who looked more like a sex slave than him, smiled, cleaned up the place, closed the door silently and left.

Ed stood outside the door and listened to the whole thing. He looked at the slap mark on Zelsa's face with an indescribable expression. His Highness had been ruthless.

"Why are you doing this?"

Zelsa didn't explain, but touched the place where he was hit. "He's holding his anger in his heart, it's good to let him vent."

Ed was shocked by his sense of service. He stared at him in a daze as he picked up his cloak, straightened the ribbon, and walked out with that face on.

What he did as an emperor was also unique.

After venting his anger, Ye Yanze felt better. He stood up and went into the bathroom to take a shower. He then found a mark on his thigh and slapped the water with his hand in anger.

Zelsa rudely cancelled the joint meeting and changed it directly into a council meeting. There was no voting or resolution, and he simply gave orders to his subordinates to do things.

He was even more ruthless than the old emperor. If something was not done to his satisfaction, he would simply bring people to the door and have a good "talk".

He had no family ties to speak of, and was even a slave who hated the nobles. However, he had absorbed too much power and had a strong fist, so no one dared to offend him.

The nobles in the royal capital began to look forward to the return of the head of Eli, but what they saw was that the head of Eli abdicated and was succeeded by the "deceased" queen, who also swaggered and brought his people to Zelsa.

Now they are looking forward to the return of Luther, the head of Hilt, who will definitely not turn against his allies. After all, who hasn't seen the slap mark on Zelsa's face? He doesn't live in the royal court, but stays in the temple every day...

This is a blatant rape of His Royal Highness the Holy Son. Who can tolerate this?

Ye Yanze had been having a fever for a while and couldn't go out. The "beast" Zelsa didn't have time to do anything and was busy taking care of him.

Ed was also worried. He kept trying this over and over again, but his condition didn't get better. He asked other doctors to see him, but none of them could reduce his fever as well as Ed.

Ye Yanze woke up again in the middle of the night and felt a cool towel on his forehead. He rested his head on his arm, and his other hand subconsciously patted his back. His eyes were closed in sleepiness.

Perhaps it was because people tend to be more fragile at night, Ye Yanze relaxed his body and snuggled into his arms, looking at his eyes in the moonlight and suddenly wanted to cry.

"Fool, you fell for it after just a little deception. You only care about the food and not the beating. You forgot that I killed you with my own hands in your previous life..."

"Secretly saying bad things about others in the middle of the night?"

Zelsa closed his eyes and smiled in a hoarse voice. Just as he was about to open his eyes, Ye Yanze covered his eyes with his hands and warned him not to open his eyes.

After a while, Zelsa groped his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The fever is gone."

He closed his eyes obediently, unable to see Ye Yanze, and continued to mutter in a hoarse voice: "You didn't get a fever because you were afraid that I would sleep with you, did you?"

"If that's the case, then hurry up and I can consider not sleeping with you for a while."

“Why temporarily?”

Zelsa laughed muffledly, then rubbed and pinched his face, and seemed to touch something moist.

"You want to suffocate me? Do you know that after we broke up, I spent my free time thinking about how I could make you cry when we meet again, and make you walk with your legs apart?"

Ye Yanze slapped him on the mouth lightly, and Zelsa kissed the palm of his hand, feeling the ring on his finger, and rubbed the ring in frustration.

"You really want to piss me off to death. You'll be happy like this, you little liar, you little scoundrel." Zelsa kept her eyes closed and patted his back. "I should be the one to get up in the middle of the night and scold you in your ear."

Ye Yanze grabbed his arm, his fingers tightening more and more, without answering him, and finally bit his arm. Something was damp, and Zelsa felt a water stain.

"You're dirty, it's all my saliva." His voice was low and muffled. Zelsa's chest was shaking with laughter, and Ye Yanze arched into his chest and rubbed it randomly.

"Why are you drooling so much?" The front of Zelsa's robe was wet, and before he could say anything else, he suddenly held his cheek and kissed his lips.

Zelsa eagerly deepened the kiss, and whispered if he could open his eyes. Ye Yanze pulled his ears again, pecked his lower lip, and whispered no.

Ye Yanze lay on top of him, demanding water so eagerly like never before, like a dying person desperately seeking water, his fingers tightly grasping him.

After a long time, two rapid breathing sounds were heard in the darkness, interweaving and intertwining, echoing in the ears of the two people who were standing next to each other.