The valley was cool, and Chu Huaixu couldn't stand being in the carriage any longer. As soon as the carriage stopped, he couldn't wait to get off.
However, as soon as he bent down, someone lifted the curtain and stepped into the carriage first.
Chu Huaixu glanced listlessly at the newcomer: "Why are you here instead of keeping the Empress Dowager company?"
He was still wearing that silver mask, with only his pair of watery eyes showing, which were both charming and reproachful.
Song Ting's heart surged with emotion, and her throat tightened. She desperately needed a handful of cool, refreshing spring water to relieve the heat.
So he leaned over and took off the mask that he had put on himself.
Before Chu Huaixu could speak, he grabbed the back of the other's neck and leaned in fiercely...
Once the restlessness was finally extinguished by the cool spring water, Song Ting raised her hand and put the mask back on.
Chu Huaixu, however, refused. He leaned back, grabbed the man's hand, and hid half his face behind his mask, a cunning glint in his eyes:
"What are you doing, sir?"
Song Ting: "Put on the mask."
"My lord is so domineering. When you want me, you remove my mask without even asking my wishes."
"After you no longer want me, you want to put it back on me. Does the master really treat me like a pet bird?"
Chu Huaixu was quick-witted and adept at hitting Song Ting where it hurt. In just a few words, he left the commander speechless.
The man simply didn't respond, and forcefully put the mask back on.
She moved very carefully, afraid of hurting Chu Huaixu.
The latter, however, was not appreciative and clicked his tongue in displeasure, but ultimately did not actually throw a tantrum.
Then he pushed Song Ting in the chest to create distance between them: "It's so hot, stay away from me."
Song Ting: "..."
Chu Huaixu: "Why aren't you leaving yet?"
Song Ting: "..."
The carriage contained chilled sweet soup, but after several hours the ice had melted and the soup was no longer so cold.
Song Ting opened it, took out the rest, and drank it all by himself.
Chu Huaixu didn't even have time to speak up and stop him; in anger, he kicked the man in the chest.
"How could you drink it all! There's no village or shop in sight, where am I supposed to find some more? Give me back my sweet soup!"
Chu Huaixu never liked wearing shoes, and he was barefoot in the carriage again.
Song Ting took the opportunity to grab his ankle and leaned down to kiss the back of his foot: "You can't eat sweet soup as a meal."
The implication was that he ate the rest to prevent Chu Huaixu from drinking too much.
Chu Huaixu sneered, "You want to meddle in this too?"
He tried to pull his foot back from Song Ting's hand, but the latter refused to let go.
His fingertips caressed the protruding ankle bone, and another kiss followed immediately:
"You are mine, and I want to control everything about you."
These words were practically a provocation to Chu Huaixu, which made him so angry that he felt dizzy and leaned closer.
A hand gripped Song Ting's neck tightly, meeting the man's gaze through the chilling silver mask.
"I'm your man? But I seem to remember that you were my dog, sir."
"Hmm." Song Ting's Adam's apple bobbed, and she used this position to press her forehead against Chu Huaixu's.
The cool mask pressed against his burning skin, and the contrast between the hot and cold made his heart tremble.
"I am your dog, and you are my person. These two things do not conflict."
"..."
Whether in the past or after their reunion, Song Ting always appeared tolerant and humble in front of him, only revealing her true emotions when she was truly provoked by Chu Huaixu.
This was the first time she had shown a desire to control him without losing control.
This surprised Chu Huaixu, who was momentarily speechless.
After a while, he kicked the man again: "Let go, I want to get off the bus."
Song Ting readily let go, then picked up the shoes beside her and, despite Chu Huaixu's reluctance, helped him put them on.
"We can't go down."
"Why?"
"Someone in the convoy might recognize you."
"So what?" Chu Huaixu smiled maliciously. "It'll let them know that I, a remnant of the Duan Prince's Mansion, have crawled out of the underworld to claim their lives."
Song Ting helped him put on his other shoe as well: "It's not time yet."
"Lord Song."
Chu Huaixu's voice turned cold, and the malice on his face became even more undisguised.
"You're quite amusing, sir. I told you to die and you said it wasn't the right time yet."
“I told you to kill Zhang Bingzhi, but you said it wasn’t the right time.”
"Then when will be a good time? After I die?"
Song Ting paused slightly, then raised her head and bit Chu Huaixu's lower lip:
"You are not allowed to mention this word casually."
Chu Huaixu pushed him away, lazily leaned back in the carriage, his eyes half-lowered, a hint of ambiguous laughter in his voice:
"Why deceive yourself, sir? Since you have sought out Chief Physician Wang for me, you should know that I do not live for many more years."
“Actually, I’ve thought about dying many times over the years, but I don’t dare to die. I feel ashamed of them. How could I face them with such a face?”
"The only thing keeping me going is the thought of revenge. Song Ting, kill them for me before I die, or I will die with my eyes open."
“Song Ting,” he looked up at the man and repeated, “I will die with my eyes open in disgrace.”
All his emotions were hidden behind that silver mask, with only his eyes revealing deep resentment and pain.
Song Ting rolled her Adam's apple forcefully, feeling as if her internal organs were being crushed, and the pain was excruciating.
He kissed the man's eyes, his voice trembling slightly as he tried to suppress his emotions:
"I will help you, but I won't let you die. You won't die."
"Lord Song." An aged voice rang out from outside the carriage.
Chu Huaixu suddenly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the blurry figure outside the carriage through the beaded curtain.
The veins on his neck bulged noticeably due to the tension in his muscles, his hands were clenched into fists, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
These actions were clearly seen by Song Ting, and the man pulled Chu Huaixu into his arms.
The latter tried to struggle, but was held even tighter. Song Ting whispered in his ear, coaxing him gently:
"Bear with it, I'll let you kill him with your own hands, but not now."
Chu Huaixu trembled even more violently, clinging tightly to Song Ting's arm with both hands, his emotions on the verge of collapse.
Seeing this, Song Ting felt heartbroken and could only gently kiss the top of his head to comfort him.
"Lord Song?" the person outside the carriage called out again, then raised his arm as if to lift the beaded curtain on the carriage window.
Almost simultaneously, Song Ting instinctively pulled Chu Huaixu into her arms, her icy gaze piercing the outside of the carriage, and she coldly questioned:
"What is it?"
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