"Huh? Why is it so quiet? It hasn't been that long. His Majesty's fighting ability is lacking."
Liang Heng shook his head, not thinking that this idea was particularly troublesome, like a gecko clinging to a wall.
"Who's weak in combat?"
Seeing someone asking out of curiosity, Liang Heng readily replied, "Naturally, it's His Majesty."
Having said that, he realized that only he and Wang Fu were in the room. A chill ran down Liang Heng's spine; the owner of that voice...
Turning around abruptly, she met the tyrant's chilling eyes.
"Liang Heng, you're asking for it!"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, a moment of bliss on the night of love is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Why have you come at this hour?" Liang Heng chuckled dryly, trying to find Wang Fu, his ally, to say a few words on his behalf.
Unexpectedly, Wang Fu was already kneeling obediently in the corner, with the knee pads he had just hastily sewn under his knees.
Liang Heng was shocked beyond belief. Could this really be possible?
"The Heavenly Prison hasn't had any fresh blood in a long time. I see you're so bored you're courting death, so I'll give you a ride. I'm sorry you're asking for it." Ji Yan's beautiful eyes were sharp and clear.
The Heavenly Prison is filled with heinous criminals of high status, but that's not the point. The point is that it's a den of thieves and rats, and the elegant and refined Dr. Liang would never be able to withstand it.
It's too dirty.
It's so dirty.
"Your Majesty, please have mercy! I still need to help Sister Shen with her pregnancy. This matter is of utmost importance. I am utterly loyal to Your Majesty. Who else but me can take on this great responsibility?" Liang Heng pleaded without batting an eye, not forgetting to flatter the emperor while begging for mercy.
Ji Yan looked at him quietly, as if in the calm before a storm.
Liang Heng suddenly gave in: "Alright, I admit I didn't think this through. Even though it was Sister Shen who asked me to do this, I really couldn't bear to see a young girl in the prime of her life getting depressed over something like this. I won't do it again, never again."
"However..." he asked fearlessly, "Even with Sister Shen in this state, she still hasn't managed to win over His Majesty?"
Liang Heng was very surprised.
Under normal circumstances, the man takes the initiative in sexual intercourse. This beautiful and domineering woman, Sister Shen, has gone to such lengths without any shame. How come it hasn't been successful yet?
"Compared to me, Your Majesty has caused a much greater disaster!"
Wang Fu, who was kneeling in the corner and dozing off, was suddenly startled awake by these outrageous words.
Could it be that Young Master Liang has gone mad from bumping into a wall just now?
How dare they jump around on His Majesty's head when he is furious!
"I've killed far too many people under heaven; crushing a mentally ill divine doctor would be a piece of cake," Ji Yan sneered.
"Heaven is my witness, I'm not making this up," Liang Heng said, glancing at Wang Fu.
The latter left reluctantly, but dutifully guarded the door.
"Your Majesty, in your eyes, what is the definition of marital bliss and romantic love?" Liang Heng asked.
Ji Yan frowned: "Disgusting."
He was the product of incest between father and daughter, and he had an innate aversion to such things.
Liang Heng sighed: "That's it. His Majesty finds this disgusting, but in the eyes of most people, it may be a manifestation of the deep affection between the two. His Majesty's repeated avoidance must be making Sister Shen very sad."
The tyrant was taken aback, a hint of suppressed anger flashing in his eyes. His face turned even paler as he asked, "Will she be sad?"
“Of course, physical desires are human nature, and emotional desires require mutual affection.” Liang Heng boldly brought up the taboo.
"Your Majesty's background has always made your life miserable. However, it is not easy to find a guiding light in life. Why not be bolder and take a step towards someone you like?"
Ji Yan's expression shifted, and she scoffed, "Trapped in darkness, breathing in a swamp, what is the point of taking this step? The darkness is endless, the abyss is endless."
“Others may not know.” Liang Heng’s eyes curved into a smile. “But His Majesty’s words mean that he will leave the dark and cold abyss and what awaits him is a spring with lush grass and flying birds. There, a flower that is refreshing and delightful will have already bloomed.”
"Your Majesty, you call your world dark, but how easy is the road to that world? Cliffs and precipices, thorns everywhere, rivers of blood. My sister Shen loves you. She ignores worldly conventions and abandons everything. She travels to the mountains and the heavens, just for you alone."
Liang Heng shook his head and laughed, but there was a hint of desolation in his eyes: "Desires are fleeting, Your Majesty need not worry too much. Sister Shen's anxiety is just a young girl's mind at work; she simply wants a definite answer."
Ji Yan's mind was suddenly in turmoil, yet he was unusually calm. He leaned against the cold wall, his expression unreadable.
Upon hearing this, even though he already knew the answer, he still asked, "What answer?"
"Of course, it's because His Majesty likes her."
In Liang Heng's hand was still that old folding fan. Perhaps because of its age, the landscape ink painting on it seemed to have faded a bit, and the two characters "Cen Yi" could be vaguely seen as he shook it.
Ji Yan raised her eyes: "Before her, there was never another girl by my side, and there will be none after her."
Liang Heng suddenly chuckled, "Although His Majesty has given Sister Shen such blatant favoritism, it only proves that she is different from the other girls. But if you like someone, you should say it out loud, shouldn't you?"
"The most affectionate thing is to express your feelings and receive a response every time."
"Knowing full well that things won't go as planned, I am like a star and you are like the moon, shining brightly together every night. Speaking frankly and giving an absolute response is what girls their age yearn for."
“Speaking frankly and giving an absolute response is what girls their age yearn for,” he said, repeating it several times with a self-deprecating tone.
After saying these words, Liang Heng took his leave of the tyrant, bowing gracefully and saying, "It's getting late, and I'm so sleepy I can barely keep my eyes open. Good night, Your Majesty."
Wang Fu was worried about the young doctor's safety, so he waited outside the door to listen for any sounds.
The door suddenly opened, and before anyone could even exchange a few words of greeting, the white-clad figure walked straight away.
Wang Fu chased after him, but stopped after only a couple of steps.
Starlight fell on his shoulders. The road was not long. The man's folding fan moved rhythmically, as if he were looking up at the distant moon in the mist. The lonely young man walked with a desolate air.
"Alas, fate is cruel, fate is cruel indeed," Wang Fu sighed.
...
The sunlight shone through the golden gauze curtains onto her face, delicate and warm. Shen Jiao reached out to shield her eyes from the blinding light and slowly opened them.
Xi'an had already prepared a hangover soup, and forced a smile, saying, "Miss is awake?"
"Did someone beat me up last night?" Shen Jiao asked, rubbing her sore shoulders.
"...No, but the young lady chased His Majesty with scissors for half the night," Xi'an replied.
Shen Jiao's expression suddenly froze, and she seemed to hear the perverted sound of clothes being torn apart.
"His Majesty is waiting for you in the outer hall for breakfast. I will first help you wash up. His Majesty instructed that you drink the hangover soup before having your meal."
Xi'an didn't intend to continue helping Shen Jiao recall the details. After all, the protagonist was the Emperor, and it was best to pretend not to know about such dark history.
After tidying herself up, Shen Jiao hesitated for a moment before finally leaving after drinking the hangover soup.
Alcohol emboldens cowards. How could she not know that she was so capable that she dared to sit on the tyrant and become the king?
I wonder how dark Ji Yan's face will be, like the bottom of a pot!
Shen Jiao sighed.
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