Chapter 57 [VIP]

"Young master, my rouge box is missing!" Tengluo cried out.

Early in the morning, Lu Xuejin heard the rustling of wisteria scurrying about, but he didn't see Murong Yue. After frolicking with him the day before, he disappeared somewhere in the middle of the night, returning just before dawn, only to vanish again shortly after.

Ziyan helped with the search, and Lu Xuejin also rummaged through the luggage, asking, "Do you remember where you put it? What color was the powder box?"

“It’s pink, with peonies on it. I just bought it last month. It was still in my luggage yesterday…” Tengluo said, then suddenly stopped.

A glimpse of a red robe peeked out from outside the door; the young prince had returned. The boy usually wore black, blue, or other dark-colored clothes, but today he was dressed in red, seemingly out of nowhere. The red made his handsome face appear even more aloof and cold, and the peach blossoms on his shoulder bloomed brightly. His expression was tense, and his gaze was cold and brooding.

Not only did she change into new clothes and her dark hair was neatly combed with sideburns hanging down and earrings dangling out, but she also seemed to have redder eyes, cheeks, and lips than usual, and her little tiger teeth were showing, making her look like a festive New Year's picture doll.

Looking at His Highness's elaborate attire today, and noticing the area under his eyes, Tengluo asked, "Your Highness, did you take my rouge box?"

She remembered that when she was tidying up the day before, Murong Yue had seen it and said that the color she had chosen was ugly.

Murong Yue: "Why would I take your rouge box? What would I need that for?"

“Wisteria is always so forgetful, she never keeps her things safe, and if she loses something, she always says I took it,” Murong Yue said quietly.

Ziyan remained silent, but stopped searching for something.

"..." Lu Xuejin looked at the young man, wondering what he was up to now, and couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, is there something to celebrate today?"

Wisteria snorted, "Anyone who doesn't know better would think a peacock is about to spread its tail feathers."

Murong Yue ignored the wisteria and said to Lu Xuejin, "I heard that you like red clothes. What do you think of this outfit I'm wearing today, Brother Changyou? Does it look good on you?"

As he spoke, Murong Yue looked left and right, staring intently at him. His fan-shaped eyelids opened, revealing a bright, melancholic look in his eyes. He leaned closer, even choosing a scent similar to his own for his perfume.

Lu Xuejin sighed inwardly and replied earnestly, "Of course it looks good. Your Highness looks good in anything."

As he spoke, he touched the boy's eyelids, feeling a handful of fine powder that almost smudged the rouge on the boy's face.

“If you like it, I’ll wear red from now on,” Murong Yue said.

He paused upon hearing this, but Murong Yue held onto his wrist tightly. Lost in thought, he slowly came to his senses. He said to the others, "Your Highness should wear whatever you like; my preferences are not the only guide. Colors do not represent Your Highness."

“I will follow Brother Changyou’s lead,” Murong Yue said.

Upon hearing this, Tengluo leaned over to whisper with Ziyan while the two of them went to prepare breakfast. During this brief break, Murong Yue, seeing that the two had left, took the opportunity to steal two kisses from Lu Xuejin.

Lu Xuejin's lips were also smeared with powder, and his cheeks turned red. He touched his face, then looked at His Highness's lively appearance and couldn't help but hold him down.

"Your Highness, we'll be setting off soon. Even though we're out of the capital, please be careful. Eat well and don't wander off," he said.

Breakfast was served by Tengluo and Ziyan, and the four of them ate together. After breakfast was served, Tengluo found a rouge box in her luggage. She looked at the rouge marks on her young master's face and couldn't help but snort, "Next time I'll buy two boxes of black rouge."

Lu Xuejin hadn't said what the child wanted to hear the day before, so the child dressed up specially today and even clung to him during meals. The boy sat close to him, their robes brushing together, and not only sat close to him but also served him rice and dishes, placing the most exquisite food in front of him.

"Brother Changyou, how long will our journey take today? How did you sleep last night? What do you think of this food? If you don't like it, have Tengluo make another one. Brother Changyou, does your wrist hurt? Do you want me to feed you? Brother, let me feed you. If you don't like the food, tell me. I promised to take good care of you the other day. If you feel anything is wrong, tell me too. If you like the food, we can take some with us later. I think the weather is nice today. When we get in the carriage, I want to sit with you. Brother, do you want to take a look at the official silver later? I'll go with you. If you don't want to look at the official silver, I can go. Don't worry, I already went to look last night. I'll keep anything you worry about in mind. Don't work too hard on this journey. I don't want you to work so hard. Leave it to me..."

Tengluo was stunned, Ziyan calmly ate her meal, and Lu Xuejin slowly put down her chopsticks.

"Your Highness," Lu Xuejin called out, and the boy turned to look at him. Taking advantage of the gap, he used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into the boy's mouth.

"Your Highness, you must stop talking and finish your meal."

After he finished speaking, Murong Yue behaved himself for a moment. After a while, he noticed that there was a boy's hand on his leg. The boy was very close to him and took the opportunity to touch him, but he was very careful and looked at him from the side to observe his expression.

Seeing that he didn't move, Murong Yue turned his head again and smiled at him. The smile was shy and bright, without a trace of his gloomy appearance. His little tiger teeth were faintly visible, and his eyes shone brightly, making him extremely cute at first glance. This smile made him unable to look away, and his eyes were only on the boy in front of him.

"Brother, feed me," Murong Yue asked him.

He then came to his senses, no longer swayed by the boy, and calmly withdrew his gaze.

"Your Highness, you should eat it yourself. You mustn't be so spoiled."

Seeing the young man's changing expressions, sometimes showing displeasure, Tengluo turned her eyes to him and said, mimicking the young master, "Your Highness, please eat by yourself. You mustn't be so spoiled."

They enjoyed a lively meal, and after breakfast, they set off. In the carriage, Lu Xuejin carried some books. The journey was long; while the northern border remained safe, the further south they went from the capital, the more uncertain the situation became.

The boy clung to him even in the carriage, sitting close to him. Seeing him reading, he picked up two books to read as well. Those two books were the same comic books he had bought at the bookstore last time; the covers clearly indicated they were popular publications. He saw the words "The White Moonlight in the Golden Cage" on the cover, along with two crookedly drawn little figures. Seeing the young prince reading so intently, sometimes frowning and sometimes blushing, he couldn't help but ask him a question.

"Your Highness, what are you looking at?"

“Just take a look, this book is so boring,” Murong Yue leaned over and let him see it too, pointing to a passage and saying, “Brother, look, the crown prince is always being bullied in the palace, he’s too pathetic. No wonder no one wants to read it, no wonder it’s not selling.”

Lu Xuejin glanced at it and roughly understood what it was writing. She asked thoughtfully, "What does Your Highness think it should be written?"

Without hesitation, Murong Yue said, "It should be written that the Crown Prince is incredibly brave and invincible. He killed his stepfather in the very first chapter, then inherited his adoptive mother and lived a happy life with her. Also, the adoptive mother in this story is not very enthusiastic towards the Crown Prince. It should be written that the adoptive mother likes the Crown Prince very much, while the Crown Prince is indifferent and rarely responds."

Lu Xuejin didn't often read these kinds of comic books, but he noticed that the young prince was doing whatever he wanted. He said, "Your Highness should read less of these kinds of books. Reading too much of them can easily confuse your mind. You should read more classic historical works."

The two sat together, Murong Yue holding a children's book. They were so close that their faces were almost touching. He turned slightly to the side, and the prince's cheek pressed against his. He felt the boy's body heat and felt him getting closer and closer, his cheek squeezing against his eyebrows and eyes, like a kitten nuzzling against someone.

His words were exactly what the boy wanted, and the boy immediately threw the book aside and said to him, "Brother, let's not read, let's do something else."

He was still holding the book in his hand, pretending not to understand, and asked, "Anything else?"

Murong Yue's eyes flickered uncertainly as he leaned close to him and looked at him, saying, "Brother Changyou naturally knows. You haven't kissed me today. I have an illness, and I can't live without Brother Changyou kissing me for a day."

“I’ve never heard of such a disease. Your Highness, please study hard. Once you’ve finished reading, you won’t think about it anymore,” he said.

He handed the classic historical text to the boy, who held it close to his chest. The carriage was quiet for a moment as the boy read intently, glancing at him occasionally.

He noticed the boy's gaze, which grew increasingly presumptuous, moving from his eyebrows and eyes down to his nose, then to his lips and chin, and finally down into his collar. There were only the two of them in the carriage. The boy's gaze grew even more intense. He looked over, but Murong Yue quickly looked away, pretending to be reading.

Perhaps he should tell His Highness that there are many emotions in a person's eyes, and if one looks at someone with lust, the other person cannot be completely unaware. He let the young man look at him like that, using his gaze to remove his outer robe, to peer at his collarbone, and to look at the part of his skin covered by the collar.

Before he could react to being stared at, the boy couldn't help but stare at him for a while, his book clattering to the ground before he leaned in and bit his lip.

Too hasty and reckless, like a fool, impulsive and unable to control himself.

He was pinned down on the carriage by the boy and kissed. The kisses, which started as light touches, grew deeper and deeper, reaching the back of his throat. When kissing him, the boy would bite his lips in his impatience, his canine teeth brushing against him. The book in his hand involuntarily opened, and he caught it, worried that the boy would crash into the carriage.

The narrow carriage was filled with the scent of Murong Yue's perfume. He sensed something was different today; after the boy's hasty kiss, he suddenly became gentle. The kiss landed on his lips, tracing several paths along his ear, without leaving a single tooth mark. Usually, he would kiss and bite like a puppy urinating in circles. Today, he seemed to have restrained himself, only licking and kissing him, observing his expression as he kissed him.

Murong Yue asked hesitantly, "Brother, do you like this?"

These words completely ruined the atmosphere. Seeing the young man biting his lip in resentment, Lu Xuejin couldn't help but smile, lean over and kiss Murong Yue's cheek, and asked, "What does Your Highness think?"

"I can guess which one I prefer."

Murong Yue didn't answer his question. After being kissed, his face immediately turned red, and his dark eyes surged. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the urge to bite him again. His hand was placed on the back of the boy's neck, gently pinching the boy's neck, holding him down like he was pulling a kitten by the collar.

"We've already kissed today, Your Highness, so behave yourself."

Murong Yue's eyes reflected his image. He was unaware that he had captivated the boy's heart. The boy stared at him intently, his body temperature rising, the skin on the back of his neck almost burning him. He was also struggling to read, and every few pages the boy would lean in for a kiss. But a kiss wasn't enough; he always wanted to do something else.

The moment he touched him, it was like being poisoned, drinking poison to quench his thirst, his desire only growing stronger. Even touching him, brushing his lips, kissing him to exchange breaths, holding him so tightly he could hardly breathe, was still not enough. The traces left behind were not enough to satisfy his desire; instead, they were like feathers stirring something deeper, arousing the boy's restless heart.

Murong Yue looked at the young man's indifferent appearance and saw his own chaotic self reflected in the young man's eyes. The young man remained unmoved, while he couldn't control himself the moment he touched him. He kissed the young man's eyebrows and eyes, looked into those brownish eyes, and brushed against the other's ear. No matter how close he got, it wasn't enough. He always felt that the other man looked at him too calmly and was still far away from him.

Patience is key... Now that he's out of the capital, he has his own ways to erase Xue Yi's existence. He'll make Changyou think only of him, and only think of him.

They didn't make it into the city that night, so they had to set up camp outside. Tengluo and Ziyan helped gather firewood, and the two small tents were set up. He and Lu Xuejin naturally slept in one of them.

Candlelight illuminated the tent. He calmed down by looking at the little picture book. After a while, he saw Lu Xuejin enter and casually take off her outer robe in front of him. She also took off her shoes and socks. He inadvertently caught a glimpse of the young woman's feet. Her feet were as slender as her body, with distinct contours, and her snow-white toes were like mutton fat jade.

"Your Highness, are you still reading? You should get some rest." Changyou told him to go to bed.

"..." He put down the book, his eyebrows and eyes growing even darker. As he lay sleeping, he turned his head and saw the young man completely unguarded in front of him. His mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, sometimes the young man's face, sometimes the collarbone exposed by the young man's collar, and sometimes the young man's indulgent and gentle expression.

Do not treat the other party lightly.

Do not covet the other person.

Do not do anything that Brother Changyou dislikes.

If he can never control himself, what difference is there between him and a beast who violates others?

Lu Xuejin's aura lingered around him. Even though he feigned innocence in front of the young man, the other party didn't expose him, still showing him affection, care, and tolerance for his unpredictable moods. Yet, his mind was filled only with thoughts of how to violate her, fantasizing about becoming a wild beast to humiliate her.

They were sleeping side by side, their fingertips barely touching. He touched the young man's slender fingers and recoiled as if burned. He stared at the young man's face; the mere touch made him lose his senses.

From the young man's face to his collarbone, down to his calves peeking out from under his white undershirt, and then to his toe bones, every part of him was captivating. He felt a pang of regret that he only had one pair of eyes, able to see one thing but not another. He bumped into Lu Xuejin and called out "Brother" in a pretentious manner, but the other man didn't react at all.

He slightly opened his fan-shaped eyes, which gleamed like a wildcat in the night. His canine teeth protruded, and he leaned in to kiss the young man's toes. Not satisfied with the kiss, he curiously touched the toes with his palm, carefully caressing every inch of them.

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