Chapter 51 Attendant Nineteen

It wasn't until the ambergris oil flowed into his palm, its smooth and cool touch, that Shinju truly came back to his senses. But in his peripheral vision, the large expanse of bare back muscles, and the undulating curves covered by a cloth below, pushed him back into a state of confusion.

Why is he kneeling here? And why is the King of Poison half-naked and prostrate beside him?

Oh, so you wanted him to help apply this ambergris oil.

Since Shinju hadn't moved, the King of Poison turned his head and asked, "Why aren't you applying it?"

Upon hearing this, Shinju slapped his hand, which was covered in sesame oil, onto the back of the King of Poison.

The King of Poison was startled, but after only a moment of silence, he turned his head back and rested his head on his arm.

The moment his hand touched the skin, Shinjuku realized that the King of Blades' back muscles not only looked smooth, broad, and powerful, but also felt quite good to the touch. They were firm and well-defined, yet soft and bouncy when pressed down slightly. The muscles were full but not exaggerated. Shinjuku's hand was not large, and with his fingers slightly closed, it fit perfectly against the bulging muscle lines.

As the oil is spread, the unique ambergris aroma is aroused by the heat, sweet and mellow, lingering on the tip of the nose.

Shinjuku's technique was far from skillful, bordering on casual, and the application was uneven. Yet, despite this perfunctory action, the muscles of the King of Poison visibly tensed up.

The King of Poison could feel Shinjuku's hand finish applying the ointment to his waist and was about to move it deeper when it suddenly stopped. Shinjuku nudged his shoulder and said, "Hand."

King Zhen paused for a moment, then stretched out his left hand, which was resting on his head, and placed it in Shinju's hand behind his back.

The next application technique made Zhenwang's Adam's apple bob violently, a stark contrast to the casual application on his back. Suddenly, Zhenju became so meticulous that he even took care of the spaces between his fingers. He used his oiled knuckles to wedge Zhenwang's fingers, slowly rubbing back and forth until the oil was completely absorbed, before abruptly withdrawing them.

The heat from the friction penetrates the skin and spreads along the muscle texture, making one feel so comfortable that one's bones feel soft and one's scalp tingles.

Just when Zhenwang thought that Zhenshu was going to continue what he hadn't finished, Zhenshu poured oil on his hand, palm up, and stopped it on Zhenwang's abdomen.

"Lift up slightly." Shinju's voice sounded inexplicably cold, as if devoid of any emotion. The King of Poison suddenly wanted to turn around and look at him, but she restrained herself. She simply exerted a little force in her arm, and her body was separated from the silk cloth underneath by an inch. Then, a hand as white as the first snow slipped under her abdomen.

A sudden coolness spread across his abdomen, which then turned slightly hot. The King of Poison's breathing became heavy, especially as the hand moved upwards. In the end, the King of Poison grasped that soft hand, holding it tightly in his palm to prevent it from moving. Then he propped himself up and glanced back.

The oil lamp hanging in the tent swayed slightly, and Shinju's face, backlit and hidden in shadow, revealed a serene light in his golden eyes, a hint of indifference that sent a shiver down Zhenwang's spine. Fortunately, Zhenwang noticed that the pale yellow light from the lamp cast an orange hue on Shinju's ears, while the fine downy hairs along the edges shone with a white glow, making one want to reach out and touch them.

King Zhen stared at Masakatsu for a moment, then finally released Masakatsu's hand and said in a hoarse voice, "I will take care of the rest myself."

Shinju's eyelashes lowered slightly. After nodding, he did not immediately get up. He twirled his knuckles, secretly reverting to his broken technique. After a moment, he turned and left the tent.

Once the monk had left, the enchanting atmosphere in the tent dissipated. The King of Poison slowly lay back down and remained motionless for a long time.

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Langcheng, watchtower.

After a long night's sleep, General Xi gazed at the rising sun on the horizon and placed his large hand on Feng Shuo's head.

“Father…” Although Feng Shuo called Xi Tongzhao “Father” as always, this was the first time he had called him that since he learned his true identity. Even though his mindset hadn’t changed much, it carried a strange meaning that he hadn’t had before.

General Xi's eyes glistened with tears as he sighed, "...Shuo'er, you are far more capable than me."

Feng Shuo shook his head, "This time it was all thanks to the attendant by His Majesty's side; it was he who saw through the thieves' tricks."

Although he and Xi Luo had figured out the key to the matter, he still couldn't help feeling apprehensive about this extraordinary tale, which resembled a legend of the martial arts world. He just hadn't expected that His Majesty would trust Eunuch Qing's words even more than they did, immediately arranging for Yin Chai to assist him. Therefore, after returning to the city, he had his father sleep in a place with a low roof. Unexpectedly, they actually captured a mysterious person on the eaves! And such a bizarre technique truly existed in this world!

Later, this person was taken away by the Silver Scorpion Guards for interrogation, who questioned him about his origins and who was acting on his behalf.

But the results of the interrogation are still unknown, because there are more pressing matters for him and his father to attend to.

Having secured a peaceful night's sleep, Xi Tongzhao's spirits were noticeably different.

"It's time to raise the city gates." Xi Tongzhao and Feng Shuo exchanged a glance, looked down at the city, and their voices were filled with heavy determination.

The main camp on the outskirts of the city, northeast gate.

A general of the cavalry, clad in heavy white armor and seated atop a white-hoofed black horse, his face partially obscured by a helmet, stood waiting outside the camp, wielding his signature chain axe and leading an endless line of soldiers.

The guards bowed deeply. "Greetings, General Yu. Please wait a moment, His Majesty is making preparations and will be leaving the camp shortly."

This person was none other than General Yu of Tianhe City. She glanced sideways at the direction of the camp and nodded in reply, "Alright."

Then, her eyes sharpened, and she shouted loudly to the rear, "General, step forward and quickly report the number of soldiers of each branch present!"

Meanwhile, a large number of troops had also gathered outside the northwest gate of the camp. A square-faced man dressed in black chainmail, carrying a heavy bow made of black iron on his back and leading a red ponies, announced loudly: "Chen Ruoxin has led eight thousand soldiers here! They are all fully equipped and await the order of the war drums."

"Greetings, General Chen. Please wait a moment." The guard at the side gate greeted him.

The square-faced man, General Chen of Yuncheng, frowned slightly upon hearing this, his gaze constantly sweeping towards the camp. The soldiers and officers below were also restless, each thinking they were hiding as they peeked out, all hoping for the appearance of that figure.

The guards knew who they were waiting for, but they had no idea where His Majesty was. The time was approaching, and what was meant to be seen would eventually be seen.

Meanwhile, the person everyone had been eagerly anticipating was standing in front of the main tent, asking his eunuch attendant for something.

Today, the King of Poison was dressed in a striking crimson-black outfit, encased in gleaming silver steel armor, and further adorned with a long, dark red cloak, making him appear even more imposing. His already rugged facial features were accentuated by the armor plates on the sides of his helmet, making him appear even more stern. A scent of ambergris wafted from him, and at first glance, he was undeniably handsome and dashing. However, the fragrance stirred something within him, causing his mind to wander and conjure up inappropriate images.

Not far away, the Akhal-Teke horse was also now wearing heavy silver armor. It glanced at Shinjuku standing with the King of Poison, snorted impatiently, and shook its mane, which was pressed down by the armor.

"Personal belongings?" Only then did Shinju realize that even emperors sought good fortune. But after thinking about it, he realized he wasn't carrying anything with him. The gold earrings and the waist badge he wore were all gifts from His Majesty. He couldn't very well offer them up as gifts; no, this should be considered returning something intact.

The King of Poison could see that Shinju was in a dilemma, so he said, "If not, then so be it."

Shinju felt uneasy. If the King of Poison hadn't brought it up, he wouldn't have cared about these things, but now that it had, and he didn't bring anything with it, he couldn't help but worry that it might really be a bad omen and affect the battle.

So Shinjuku racked his brains for a long time before finally hesitating and saying, "How about I cut off a piece of my hair and have Your Majesty put it in the sachet?"

The King of Poison's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, a dark glint flashing in them as he looked at Shinju.

Seeing that he did not object, Shinju took off his crown and untied his hair. He borrowed a Miao knife, cut off a small section of hair from the end of his hair, tied it in a knot, and then pulled the water-colored sachet from the waist of the King of Zhen, put it in the sachet, and then pulled the rope to tighten the opening of the sachet.

Looking at Zhen Su's rounded earlobes, Zhen Wang leaned closer and whispered, "Thank you, Qing'er."

Shinjuku's earlobe touched the scent of the King of Venom, and he felt a strange heat rise to it. He took a small step back, looked away, and said, "You're welcome."

"Then I shall depart." The King of Zhen pulled a golden halberd from the ground, which stood taller than the King of Zhen. He weighed the sachet hanging at his waist, gripped the halberd, and turned his back. "Wait for my return. Do not wander off."

Shinjuku paused for a moment, then said after a few breaths, "I wish Your Majesty a triumphant return!"

The King of Zhen curled his lips slightly, did not turn around, and strode out of the camp. The generals waiting on both sides got up in time and followed him.

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Author's note: The oil massage begins. Poison King: You little brat, do you even know how to do it?

After the oil massage ended, the Poison King said, "I've forgotten how."

Shinjuku: My body is the only part of my body that's truly mine, so I'll just get some hair done. It's not worth much anyway.

The Poison King: Did he even know what giving someone a lock of hair meant? (Heart-wrenching anxiety)