Chapter 64: A Thousand Miles “Your father.”
Yong Shaolan glanced at Zhao Yan's expression and nodded calmly, "Yeah." He then walked into the inner hall, sat next to Zhao Yan, and poured himself a cup of tea. "I told you, I have a strong desire for control. If you feel uncomfortable, I apologize."
Zhao Yan: “…”
Zhao Yan glanced at Yong Shaolan like he was insane, not wanting to argue with him about these matters. But Yong Shaolan must have known everything he and Zhao Cheng had said in the inner court, right? Yong Shaolan had previously told him to kill Zhao Cheng, but he'd been furious at the time. Now that he thought about it, recovering his father's remains from Zhao Cheng was the most important thing. Zhao Yan knew that, deep down, he didn't want to kill Zhao Cheng.
"So you know everything Zhao Cheng and I said?" The two of them settled in front of a small table in the inner hall. A candlestick and a tea set sat on it. The flickering candlelight reflected on Zhao Yan's cheeks, burning them red. He stared into Yong Shaolan's eyes, which seemed to hold quicksand. It was he who had clearly spied on them, but it was Zhao Yan who felt guilty.
"Well, I know you don't want to kill him," Yong Shaolan continued, "Now it doesn't matter whether I kill him or not, because I have dealt with all the Zhou family members. As long as he stays in Taiji Palace, he will never threaten you again in this life."
Zhao Yan heard about the remnants of the Zhou family, but when his uncle arrived in Yujing, he killed everyone he could, leaving only some women, children and young kids.
"You killed the children too?"
Zhao Yan immediately said with a question mark face: "Kill all those with the surname Zhou."
"Fuck, do you have any conscience? What can a child do?"
Yong Shaolan said coldly, "In short, kill him."
Zhao Yan felt like a broken gorilla in front of Yong Shaolan. "So what did you come here to tell me today? That you guessed that I didn't want to kill Zhao Cheng and had already arranged my funeral in advance?"
Yong Shaolan said lightly, "Hmm."
"..." Zhao Yan was completely speechless. He held his forehead and thought for a while, "Brother Lan, I really, really should reflect on myself and ask myself whether I am suitable to be the emperor. In fact, you are more suitable to be the emperor than me. Because I am very annoyed when I hear what you say, so is there something else you are hiding from me?"
Zhao Yan frowned as he looked at Yong Shaolan's cold and handsome face. His words were incoherent, but every word hit the point: "Are you trying to give me a heads-up about what happened today?"
Yong Shaolan raised his eyelids and said without hesitation: "You are very smart."
Zhao Yan was about to collapse. He reached out and cupped Yong Shaolan's cheek, asking seriously, "Oh my god, what else are you hiding from me?"
"I told you you'd be angry," Yong Shaolan took Zhao Yan's hand away. "I wanted to tell you today, but I can't accept your reaction. Can you wait a little longer?"
Zhao Yan slammed the table and stood up. "No, are you crazy? What kind of good person would act like this? You're clearly torturing me!"
Yong Shaolan was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry." Then he stood up with Zhao Yan, looked at him, and said sincerely, "Are you willing to believe me, Brother Shen?"
Zhao Yan: “…Fuck.”
Yong Shaolan's words reminded Zhao Yan of his own deception, and his heart softened. But he knew that Yong Shaolan would do anything to achieve his goals. He was right, and he couldn't believe his words. But they were husband and wife, and if he didn't believe Brother Lan's words, who else could he trust?
Zhao Yan's eyes were heavy; he rarely got this angry. Yong Shaolan could see it too. The two of them stood there, their words pointed. If looks could kill, Zhao Yan would have skinned Yong Shaolan alive.
After a long while, Zhao Yan couldn't stand it anymore and lowered his head. He punched Yong Shaolan on the shoulder, making him take a step back. "Fuck, I surrender to you. You are the chosen villain. I am also a bitch. How could I fall in love with a bad guy like you!!!"
The story accidentally returned to the original setting. He was about to be imprisoned by Yong Shaolan to give birth to a child, but he was still willing. After beating Yong Shaolan, Zhao Yan hooked his arm around the back of his neck and put his face on his chest, feeling this hot embrace. His feelings for Yong Shaolan were real, and even rose to the state of having a strong desire for him. Even if Yong Shaolan asked him to give birth to a child now, he refused with his mouth, but he was still willing in his heart. Zhao Yan muttered softly: "Do whatever you want, I can't control you anymore!"
Yong Shaolan cleared his throat, lowered his eyes, and bit Zhao Yan's exposed neck. Zhao Yan shuddered in pain and was about to struggle when Yong Shaolan lifted him up. "Psycho, what are you going to do now?"
Yong Shaolan held Zhao Yan's lips and licked them, their breaths blending together: "I'll give you a blowjob."
"Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out!" Zhao Yan was genuinely angry, but there was nothing he could do to Yong Shaolan. He lifted her up with ease, her struggles barely tangible, like flirting. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I don't want to do this with you today!"
Yong Shaolan's steady steps stopped, and he looked at Zhao Yan in silence. Zhao Yan saw Yong Shaolan stop, and his twisting body also stopped. Looking at Yong Shaolan's gloomy face, he frowned and looked at him: "What's wrong?"
"..." Yong Shaolan pinched Zhao Yan's butt, "You deserve to be fucked."
Just as Zhao Yan was about to explode, Yong Shaolan quickly laid him down and tied him to the bed. The wide cuffs of his dragon robe slipped down his slender arms, tucking them into his armpits. Yong Shaolan pinned his legs, preventing him from moving. Yet, Zhao Yan didn't dare scream, because there were guards outside, and also because he was actually... kind of enjoying it. This feeling of being shackled, of being courted, of being firmly chosen, gave him a sense of satisfaction even from being controlled by Yong Shaolan. In fact, Zhao Yan sensed that Yong Shaolan was truly controlling him.
Zhao Yan raised his head slightly, watching Yong Shaolan's tall nose rubbing against his lower abdomen, "...You're turning me into a pervert...I hate you...I originally wanted to go home and go to college..."
"Now... I just want to... live a good life with you... It's all your fault, it's all your fault. You've turned me into a pervert!"
Zhao Yan said dejectedly: "I used to be a straight man..."
In the second half of the night, Zhao Yan leaned against the window frame and looked through the crack of the window at the bleak scenery outside the Zichen Hall. The red candles in the hall burned one after another. Zhao Yan felt bored and turned his head slightly to look at the candles burning on the candlesticks not far away. The wax flowed down and merged with the candlesticks, then slowly flowed onto the desk, cooling and solidifying. Yong Shaolan came forward and kissed him a few times on the side of his ear. With a gasp, his canine teeth bit his neck: "When I was in Qingshui Village, I wanted to do this."
Zhao Yan tilted his head, leaned on Yong Shaolan's shoulder, and complained to him: "You're... you're crazy. How long have we known each other at that time? You... you're really cruel."
Yong Shaolan lowered his eyes, his gaze falling as he looked at the trembling branches that had been struck. "Physiological desire is just like that. I rarely see anyone I like. Your body is the first one that can arouse my desire. Remember you were unconscious for three days? I changed your clothes."
"I love your body, it's beautiful."
"..." Zhao Yan felt that what he heard was very strange. Yong Shaolan's words didn't sound like a confession, but rather a perversion. "Is there anyone who praises others like you? Besides, have you seen other people's bodies? Why do you want to see other people's bodies? What do you want to do after seeing... seeing other bodies?"
Yong Shaolan explained: "I haven't done it."
"I command the Liaodong Army, and many have presented me with gifts," Yong Shaolan said skillfully. He actually meant to say that many people had sent him pillow companions, but he knew Zhao Yan would be angry if he said it directly. Their bodies were now fused, and he didn't want to break this rare and beautiful moment. "It's disgusting, both men and women are disgusting. Compared to watching them have sex, I prefer doing meaningful things, such as creating a larger and more expansive map of the Yan Dynasty."
After that, Yong Shaolan explained again: "I really just looked at it, and I never felt any sexual desire."
“…” Zhao Yan’s mind kept popping up images of certain works, of certain people sitting alone on a high platform watching others have sex like animals. Goose bumps appeared on his body. “You don’t need to explain the last sentence. I… I can understand.”
This is a fictional world set in ancient times. Yong Shaolan's mindset since childhood is different from his own. Not to mention Yong Shaolan, a powerful prince, even his close friends have many of them fueled by his erotic desires. Even if Yong Shaolan had done it with others before, he would accept it, as long as Yong Shaolan only did these things with him after they were together. But Yong Shaolan was indeed a virgin, and his technique was really poor at first.
Yong Shaolan said seriously, "You can understand because you can tolerate. I need to explain because I care a lot. I care whether I gave you my first time. I also care whether you know that my body belongs to you alone."
Yong Shaolan pressed his lips against the back of Zhao Yan's neck, kissing the soft flesh a few times. "Zhao Yan, I love you very much. Besides your body, I love your soul even more. I like your kindness, and I also like the feeling of relying on me. I like you causing trouble for me."
"It's so corny, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Zhao Yan's face turned red and he elbowed Yong Shaolan, but the force was too great. The person behind him groaned and stopped moving.
Zhao Yan felt dizzy and wanted to turn around to look at Yong Shaolan, but he could only turn his head slightly to see his forehead and half of his face covered with sweat. "...I, I didn't mean to do that. Are you okay?"
Yong Shaolan pulled away, walked to the desk and took the candlestick. Zhao Yan had been leaning on the window frame for almost half an hour. Now that Yong Shaolan had pulled away, he could turn around and ask, "What are you doing with the candlestick?"
Then he saw Yong Shaolan walk to his side, raise his hand and pour wax on his arm, and ask with a worried look on his face: "Does it hurt?"
“…………???” Actually, it didn’t hurt, but Zhao Yan knew what Yong Shaolan meant. He was so angry that he immediately exploded and swung his arms wildly, “Are you crazy? You didn’t even say hello!” As soon as the voice fell, Yong Shaolan threw away the extinguished candlestick, suddenly lifted up one of his legs, and pressed him hard against the window frame. Because the impact was too great, the window frame made a "bang" sound. After the sound stopped, a torrential bang sound followed one after another——
Yong Shaolan lifted Zhao Yan's chin, forcing him to look up at him, his movements fierce. The boy's eyes, wide open, were only half-turned upwards, and he collapsed and cursed, "Your f**king father, your f**king father...your f**king father!"
Yong Shaolan said, "Pain can bring pleasure."
"I've been staying in the palace these days."
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