He reached out and took the dagger, the chilling blade grazing Song Ting's face.
"Does Your Excellency truly believe I cannot kill you?"
"No." Song Ting lowered her eyes, her attitude sincere. "I'm just... afraid you'll be angry."
It's clearly a vicious dog, but it insists on pretending to be docile; it's disgusting.
Chu Huaixu placed the dagger, which could cut through iron like mud, against the man's throat. With a gentle graze of the blade, a thin line of blood immediately appeared.
But because the blade was so sharp, it took a while for blood to seep from the wound.
"Didn't you say you didn't want to die, that you couldn't die? Why have you resigned yourself to your fate now?"
In the darkness, Chu Huaixu's voice was so low it sounded almost unreal.
"The lies are contradictory and the adults can't even make sense when they lie. They've been living a life of luxury all these years, and their ability to lie is far worse than before."
Song Ting simply closed his eyes and remained silent, as if he would never resist or complain no matter what Chu Huaixu wanted to do to him at this moment.
This bored Chu Huaixu, and he sneered, "However, before you die, there are some things I still have to tell you."
He paused deliberately at this point, and Song Ting indeed opened her eyes.
With the dagger still pressed against Song Ting's neck, Chu Huaixu raised his other hand and placed it over the man's face, seemingly stroking it gently.
"Although I am a virgin, men will always have those moments. I have been in the Drunken Spring Pavilion for so many years, welcoming and seeing off so many men every day."
“Some of them are just like you, sir, worse than animals, but some are still very well-behaved and obedient.”
"If someone like that happens to meet a slave who wants him, and it's consensual, it's not impossible."
“These things are unknown to Mama Hua and Xiao An, but if you are interested, I can tell you so that you can understand them.”
With each word he spoke, Song Ting's face grew increasingly grim, eventually becoming darker than the surrounding night.
Chu Huaixu, however, seemed oblivious and continued speaking.
"Just a few days before you went to Jiangnan, a very well-behaved child came to my room."
"Speaking of which, I found that kid by the roadside. He was squatting there stupidly in the sweltering heat, and he almost fainted from the heat."
“I kindly bought him a bowl of water, and he remembered me. Seeing that he was covered in dust, I thought he was a little beggar, but it turned out that he was the youngest son of a wealthy businessman.”
“The young master had a fight with his family and ran away. After that, he treated my place as his own home and couldn’t wait to come to me every day.”
"I found him to be cute and charming, so I stayed a few nights. If it weren't for this unexpected guest, sir, I might have—"
"Stop talking." Song Ting closed her eyes, almost gritting her teeth as she said, "Stop talking..."
Chu Huaixu, however, seemed not to hear him and continued speaking to himself:
"We need to keep him around a few more times. He seems a bit dull and simple-minded usually, but he's actually very capable when it comes to those things."
"Compared to that blockhead, he's quite good at serving people, and I like him very much."
"I told you to stop talking!" Song Ting's eyes were terribly red as she suddenly moved closer to Chu Huaixu.
With the dagger still pressed against his neck, the moment he moved, the dagger effortlessly sliced into his flesh, instantly staining the entire blade crimson with blood.
Chu Huaixu subconsciously pursed his lips, his arms trembling slightly. Song Ting, however, continued to approach him:
"Please stop talking..."
With just a little more force, I could slit this person's throat, and half of the revenge from back then would be done.
Chu Huaixu gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on the bleeding neck, his hands trembling more and more violently, to the point that he almost couldn't hold on.
At that moment, Song Ting grabbed his hand and snatched the dagger from him.
Before Chu Huaixu could react, he was pushed back onto the bed.
The man, like a beast that had been provoked, could not suppress his instincts and fiercely bit into Chu Huaixu's cage, biting down hard as if marking his possession.
"You are mine...you can only be mine, no one else can touch you..."
He felt cold all over, and his sadistic desire was stronger than ever before.
They even wanted to chain this person up, right here in this room, on this bed.
I can only look at myself every day.
It can only belong to him.
But Song Ting couldn't bear to part with him; he couldn't even force this person to do so.
Song Ting slowly loosened her teeth, buried her face in the man's neck, and spoke with obvious restraint in her voice:
"Did you bring that person back because you remembered me?"
These words made the person in his arms stiffen abruptly, and the next moment, he heard the man snort coldly.
Her slender, beautiful fingers pressed tightly against the bone of his jaw, like icicles frozen under the eaves in the dead of winter, exuding a chill.
This provoked Song Ting to instinctively want to dodge.
Suddenly, those fingers tightened, gripping his chin, and she spoke slowly, word by word:
"Sir, you overestimate yourself. Do you even deserve it?"
Song Ting was convinced of this, so he leaned over and gently pressed his forehead against Chu Huaixu's.
Their breaths mingled as he gazed intently into the eyes of the person before him and said in a deep voice:
"You're only with me because of..."
"snort."
These words earned him a heavy slap. Chu Huaixu kicked him off, his gaze filled with hatred and disdain.
"You're nothing but a dog!"
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"Minister Song, the memorials impeaching you have piled up like a mountain these past few days. Would you like to take a look?"
Five years have passed, and the little emperor who knew nothing back then has grown up. When he sits solemnly in front of Song Ting with a stern face, he exudes imperial majesty.
"It's fine not to look at it, it'll just be the same old stuff anyway," Song said.
The young emperor nodded, not forcing him, and only said, "But Song Qing, you were indeed a bit impulsive this time."
“Zhang Lu is, after all, an official appointed by the imperial court. No matter what crime he committed, he should still be handed over to the Dali Temple for questioning first. How can he be killed so easily?”
"Besides, if you're going to kill him, why kill him too?"
"These past few days, I've been driven crazy by those ministers because of your affairs."
Song Ting understood this clearly as well. The pile of memorials in front of the young emperor was only a small part of the whole.
Those ministers, fixated on Zhang Lu's matter, would make sarcastic remarks every day during court.
Some even threatened to commit suicide by banging their heads against a pillar in protest. Later, Song Ting knocked them unconscious with a single palm strike and carried them out.
In recent years, he has been all-powerful in Chang'an, and everyone wants to get rid of him as soon as possible.
Anyone who can bring him down will likely have their name recorded in history books, thus becoming famous for generations to come, with everyone singing his praises.
"Your Majesty, what I originally wanted was for his son's life, but he himself insisted on coming forward and violated my taboo."
“Since he is so eager to die, I cannot refuse him. It is for the best that the father and son go down together, so that they will have each other’s company.”
The young emperor: "..."
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