Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuting not only didn't get angry, but instead turned around completely, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Go on."
His smile seemed to have no other meaning, but Mo Lin suddenly felt a little uneasy. He still earnestly said, "Anyway, you like men. The Ninth Prince is of high rank and power. He is sincere to you now, which is undoubtedly the best choice. Moreover, if you keep refusing to accept him, it will not do you any good if he runs out of patience."
As Mo Lin realized that what he had rejected and hated back then was nothing more than his own imagination, he felt even more that the past was unbearable to recall and that he felt a little sorry for his former master.
Mo Lin had followed Pei Jing for several years and had long been aware of Pei Jing's feelings for Jiang Chuting. His master, however, remained completely oblivious, spending his days drinking tea, reading, and practicing swordsmanship, living a carefree life. Mo Lin almost couldn't resist reminding him. But ultimately, he had to prioritize his master's wishes; he absolutely could not interfere with or disrupt what his master desired. Not only could he not disrupt it, he had to help him achieve his goals.
After much deliberation, he decided to come and persuade Jiang Chuting, firstly to share his master's burdens, and secondly, out of genuine concern for Jiang Chuting.
If nothing unexpected happens, the Ninth Prince will likely inherit the throne. Pei Jing's temperament is extremely extreme and unpredictable. Coupled with the fact that he practices that evil art, his temper will become more and more violent. If he does not get his wish, no matter how big the sect in the Nine Heavens is, they can easily destroy him by fabricating a crime.
Since both sides are homosexuals, it's better to follow the Ninth Prince. Although he can't be given an official status because he's a man, the prince's favor is enough for him to live a good life. Even if he loses the prince's favor in the future, as long as he doesn't make any serious mistakes, Pei Jing won't mistreat him. It's still better than spending the rest of his life in loneliness in this wooden house.
Jiang Chuting listened quietly to his words and then asked, "Mo Lin, when you stabbed me and left the sect, I didn't make you go to the Discipline Hall to receive punishment. Why do you think that was?"
Mo Lin was puzzled by his sudden question and hesitated before replying, "You are not a narrow-minded person."
"Thank you for the compliment." Jiang Chuting smiled, gently flicking his sleeve behind his back. A thin mist enveloped him as he walked slowly and gracefully, as if stepping out of a landscape painting. He approached leisurely and said in a low voice, "However, even saints hold grudges. The most important reason I let you go is because you are Xiao Jiu's subordinate, and the Nine Heavens do not want to make enemies with him."
Mo Lin: "What... exactly are you trying to say?"
Jiang Chuting stopped when she was four or five steps away from him, her eyes clear and bright, her tone gentle: "What I meant was, if I really accept Xiao Jiu, then I would be your master, wouldn't I?"
Mo Lin's expression stiffened slightly as he replied, "Yes."
“Since I am your master, and I am not afraid to offend Xiao Jiu, the first thing I must do is to punish you, this rebellious disciple.” Jiang Chuting stared at him with his dark eyes and asked in a measured tone, “You come to persuade me, are you looking to bring about your own destruction?”
Mo Lin felt a pang in his heart. He was indeed loyal, but it was because of his ambition and desire to contribute to the great cause that he joined Pei Jing's cause. He didn't want to ruin his future for something like that.
After a moment of speechlessness, Mo Lin, still somewhat indignant, tried to defend himself: "His Highness the Ninth Prince has always treated those who have rendered meritorious service well. He wouldn't be easily provoked and punish me so readily..."
Jiang Chuting couldn't help but smile: "If what you say is true, then in his heart, I am far less important than you, his subordinate. In the future, when we have conflicts or offend other people who have made contributions, will he abandon me, the one who has made no contributions, first? Then why should I choose to be with him? You know this, yet you still come to persuade me. Are you trying to push me into a fire pit? But just now you said it was for my own good. Mo Lin, I don't quite understand you."
His tone was ordinary, but each word, when put together, carried a menacing and intimidating quality. Mo Lin's eyes widened slightly; he couldn't deny it, nor could he argue.
Since those words were indeed spoken by him, he was contradicting himself no matter what. He choked for a moment before saying, "You're confusing me."
He felt that he had made a mistake by coming today; he shouldn't have come.
Mo Lin withdrew his gaze and sighed softly, "Fine, I can't argue with you."
He turned to leave, and Jiang Chuting said to his back, "If you don't want to have a hard time in the future, you'd better persuade him to give up on me."
Mo Lin had already taken a few steps, but stopped when he heard this. Without turning his head, he said, "I won't try to persuade you, but I won't be foolish enough to try to persuade him either. He's determined to win, so you'd better be careful."
After Mo Lin left, Jiang Chuting closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She then turned around and stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, gazing into the distance for a long time before returning to the wooden house.
Jiang Chuting had just stepped onto the stairs when she heard him roaring, "Why are you only telling me now! Do you all want your heads?!"
"Yes, it was the Imperial Concubine who said there was nothing to worry about and forbade me to say anything."
"He's been bedridden for a month and still says he's fine?? Get out, all of you, get out!"
Immediately following was the sound of things being smashed. The messenger scrambled out, and Jiang Chuting stepped aside without going in. Although Pei Jing was in the Ninth Heaven, he often had trusted confidants deliver messages from the palace, or used carrier pigeons. It seemed that this time the message was about his mother's illness.
Hearing Mo Lin inside advising him, "Your Highness, please don't be angry. The Imperial Concubine did this so that you can focus on detoxifying yourself."
Pei Jing took a few deep breaths and said in a deep voice, "Pack up and we'll set off for the palace first thing tomorrow morning."
Mo Lin said, "The poison in your body..."
Pei Jing said impatiently, "It's almost all been pulled out, a few more days won't make a difference." He suddenly changed the subject, suppressing his anger as he asked, "Did he go to count the rice? It's been so long since a meal, and he's still not back?! Send someone to look for him."
Mo Lin: "Your Highness, are you... planning to take him back to the palace with you tomorrow?"
"certainly."
Mo Lin didn't say anything more. After a while, he came out and was taken aback when he saw Jiang Chuting standing outside.
Jiang Chuting looked away without moving. At that moment, another subordinate rushed in with a carrier pigeon, requesting an audience with Pei Jing. Carrier pigeons usually carried urgent or important matters, so Mo Lin quickly led him inside. The voices inside were extremely low, and Jiang Chuting, avoiding suspicion as he went down the stairs, did not hear what was being said.
A muffled clap of thunder sounded, and he looked up slightly. Dark clouds drifted in, obscuring the last ray of sunlight from the sky.
The world is about to change.
Not long after, a man rushed out of the house. Jiang Chuting turned around, and Pei Jing quickened his pace after seeing him.
Pei Jing stood before him, staring intently at him. His dark eyes reflected the gloom of the sky, startling Jiang Chuting. He asked in confusion, "Xiao Jiu, what happened?"
Pei Jing's lips twitched slightly as he said, "I'm leaving today, but I can't take you with me for the time being."
Jiang Chuting's eyes flickered slightly, though his expression remained unchanged. Pei Jing easily discerned his thoughts, opening his strong arms to pull him into a tight embrace. His warm breath brushed against Jiang's ear as he whispered, "Don't be too happy yet. Remember what I said? Don't be with that person, don't be with anyone else, or I won't let you off the hook. Got it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chuting felt a sharp pain in his earlobe; Pei Jing was biting him. Jiang Chuting winced and closed his eyes. Pei Jing loosened his grip slightly and tried to kiss his lips, but he quickly turned his head away.
"What are you hiding from??" Pei Jing grabbed his face fiercely, turned him around to look at him, stared at him, and said sternly, "I'll say it again, if you want me to restrain myself from doing anything else to you, you have to give me a taste of sweetness. Otherwise, even if this trip back to the palace is fraught with danger, I will take you away even if it means cutting your tendons."
"Returning to the palace is fraught with danger. What exactly happened?" Jiang Chuting asked this question, partly to change the subject and partly because she genuinely wanted to know.
"There's been a change in the palace; something's about to happen," Pei Jing replied simply, gazing at him. "Are you worried about me?"
Jiang Chuting did not answer.
"I will definitely be fine." Pei Jing said proudly, "It will take at least one or two months, or at most three or four months. Once I'm in that position, I'll come to pick you up."
Jiang Chuting immediately understood. It turned out that a real change was about to occur.
He couldn't help but worry about Jiang Xian, who was far away in Jincheng. If Lord Jiang was a member of the Ninth Prince's faction, then Pei Jing's succession would undoubtedly be the best outcome.
However, if he were to actually become the ruler of a country, he would face many more difficulties.
Jiang Chuting was momentarily stunned. Pei Jing looked at him intently, his fingers stroking his face as he murmured, "I really can't bear to part with you, but there's nothing I can do. Who told me to cherish you so much? I'm afraid something might happen to you. Perhaps... the taste of waiting will be even sweeter."
He leaned closer to kiss him again, but Jiang Chuting couldn't accept it and couldn't think of any other topic to make him stop. He didn't want to fight him, but he still chose to use his internal force to shake him away.
Pei Jing took two steps back, his face grim. Just then, Wei Jia ran out of the house and shouted, "Master, you're back!"
Jiang Chuting casually walked away, went up the stairs and said a few words to Wei Jia. Wei Jia looked at the sky, leaned on the wooden railing and called to Pei Jing, who was still standing there: "Junior brother, it's going to rain soon, come inside!"
Pei Jing also went up the stairs and walked to Wei Jia's side. "Senior brother." He spoke to Wei Jia, but his eyes were on Jiang Chuting. "I've been here for so long, and I'm leaving to go home today. You should at least see me off."
Completely guileless, Wei Jia's eyes widened: "Ah? You're going home?" He had eaten countless snacks and pastries from Pei Jing these past few days, and a look of reluctance immediately appeared on his face. He quickly nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take you!"
Jiang Chuting ruffled Wei Jia's hair and pulled him behind her, then said to Pei Jing, "Wei Jia wants to stay and watch the house, I'll take you there."
Pei Jing snorted coldly, "Then thank you very much."
The sky was filled with dark clouds, creating an eerie and oppressive atmosphere. Pei Jing quickly led his men down the mountain, where a carriage was already waiting. Pei Jing asked Jiang Chuting to ride with him in the same carriage.
Jiang Chuting remained silent. After walking a distance, Pei Jing, who had been watching him, asked, "Master, don't you have anything to say to me?"
Jiang Chuting said, "Be careful in everything after you go back." He paused, then added, "Don't be impatient or greedy when practicing. Know when to stop, otherwise it will damage your character." Although he still didn't know what kind of evil skill he was practicing, such skills could easily harm the body and affect one's character, increasing one's violent tendencies. If a ruler is tyrannical, it is not a good thing.
“I will remember.” Pei Jing stared at him for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand, took off his hair crown, and let his hair down.
Jiang Chuting was puzzled, but then he saw Pei Jing take out a very familiar brocade box from the compartment. When he opened it, it was the hairband that Pei Jing had asked him for before.
He hadn't expressed his feelings yet, but since he wanted it, I gave it to him.
Pei Jing took out a light blue hair ribbon and handed it to him: "Master, please help me tie my hair up."
Jiang Chuting didn't move. When he went out with this face, he specially replaced the wooden hairpin with a hairband. At this moment, the hairband on his head was a similar color to the one in Pei Jing's hand.
Pei Jing, with her long hair flowing down her back, quietly watched him, waiting for him to answer.
The pearls used for lighting inside the carriage emitted a soft white light, making his appearance even more beautiful and his eyes sparkle.
Jiang Chuting remained unmoved, so Pei Jing finally spoke up: "Don't want to do it? How about I do something else?"
Jiang Chuting thought for a moment, then reached out and took it. Pei Jing smiled and turned slightly to face him.
Jiang Chuting silently tied his hair back up. Without his hair ornament, Pei Jing still looked noble, but with an added touch of casual handsomeness. Pei Jing sat up straight, smiled at him, and took his hand, saying, "Let this stay with me for now, Master. I will miss you every day while I'm away."
After three days of escorting him, and after two assassination attempts, Pei Jing worried that it would be dangerous for him to continue, so he finally agreed to let him leave.
Before parting, Pei Jing said to him, "Don't forget what I said, and wait for me to come and get you."
Jiang Chuting shook his head, remaining silent. He didn't want anything to happen to Pei Jing; he only hoped that after Pei Jing ascended the throne, he could completely forget about him.
“Shaking your head won’t help, I’ve decided on you.” He took his hand and kissed the back of it. Pei Jing’s gaze swept over his eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips, and his voice softened as he reminded him again, “You must be good and stay in the Nine Heavens waiting for me.”
Pei Jing originally wanted to leave someone to keep an eye on him, but then he thought that the person would be unhappy, and besides, he was skilled in martial arts and it would be easy for him to shake them off and leave, so he simply gave up the idea.
He's kind-hearted, and with so many lives on his hands, I doubt he'd dare to do anything reckless.
After Pei Jing finished speaking, he walked back to the carriage before decisively withdrawing his gaze from him, turning around, getting into the carriage, and leaving.
The group quickly disappeared from sight. Jiang Chuting took out his mask, put it on, and turned back. He didn't need to rush back; it would probably take him four or five days, which would be just around the time he was supposed to meet Lin Zhi.
Having anticipated this, he brought along the disguise pill and the acacia bean bracelet when he left. He planned to linger along the way and head directly to the Acacia Cottage when the time came.
That day, I strolled to the outskirts of the city. Due to several days of rain, the air was very fresh, and a faint fragrance of grass, trees and flowers permeated the air.
He slowed his pace, enjoying the fragrance of the flowers, when suddenly a sharp abdominal pain struck him. He staggered a couple of steps, trying to grab onto a nearby tree trunk, but everything went black, and he collapsed to the ground.
He had experienced this kind of pain, like his intestines being haphazardly ripped apart by a sharp knife, once before, after Lin Xuan had given him medicine.
Could it be that after so many years, the poison is finally about to take effect?
Jiang Chuting curled up, covered in sweat, her consciousness gradually fading.
He felt that he must be in so much pain that he was hallucinating, otherwise, how could he hear Lin Zhi's voice in his ear?
Five days after Jiang Chuting left Xiangsi Xiaozhu, Lin Zhi received news that the people he had planted in the brothel had suddenly disappeared. Unable to contact Jiang Chuting, he came with his friend Zhao Chengyang to investigate. However, they found a body in Huangfen in the suburbs. Whether it was a provocation or a lack of scruples, the murderer had deliberately drawn a simple yet strange pattern on the body with a sword. The branches stretched out, making it look like a tree.
Lin Zhi instructed his men to bury the man's body and then returned to the city with Zhao Chengyang. Zhao Chengyang was the same person who had gone to the teahouse with Lin Zhi.
Lin Zhi and Zhao Chengyang were talking all the way when Zhao Chengyang suddenly stopped and nudged him: "Lin Zhi, look, isn't there someone unconscious by the tree up ahead?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhi looked over and indeed saw a bluish shadow there. The two quickly flew over, squatted down, and straightened the person's body, which was leaning to one side. He was still wearing a mask, his breathing was weak, and his eyes under the mask were half-open and half-closed. He was not completely unconscious yet, and his pale lips moved with difficulty, as if he wanted to speak, but he could not utter a single word.
"Hey, brother, what's wrong?" Although Zhao Chengyang had seen him once before, he couldn't recognize him immediately because his face was covered. Just as he was about to carry him to the city for treatment, Lin Zhi recognized him at a glance and stood up with a cold expression, saying, "Never mind, let's go."
After saying that, he actually walked ahead. Zhao Chengyang was surprised: "You really just left him there?" The person he helped up swayed slightly, and he quickly put more strength into supporting him.
Lin Zhi took several more steps, then suddenly stopped, turned around in frustration, and saw Zhao Chengyang had already carried him on his back. He called out, "If you don't care, I will. I can't just stand by and watch someone die."
Lin knew, "Whatever." He didn't even give the person carrying him a second glance, and walked ahead. Suddenly, he heard a painful, hoarse groan behind him, "It hurts..."
Zhao Chengyang asked, "Ah, it hurts? Where does it hurt?"
There was no response. Zhao Chengyang said, "Hang in there, I'll take you to see a doctor."
Lin Zhi said in a very harsh tone, without even turning her head, "Zhao Chengyang, you talk too much."
Zhao Chengyang was furious: "You have no sympathy and won't help me, fine, but you even care if I talk too much or not? Lin Zhi, I think you're acting strange today! Am I carrying your enemy? If you say so, I'll immediately throw him away and give you a few more stabs!"
Lin Zhi's brow twitched violently, and he walked faster and faster, leaving them far behind in a short time.
Zhao Chengyang diligently escorted the person to the clinic, left some silver, and still wanted to ask the doctor about the situation.
"What are you asking? Come with me to find out what's going on with that pattern." Lin Zhi was already extremely annoyed and dragged him away without further ado. Zhao Chengyang couldn't resist him, so he had no choice but to let him have his way, saying, "You seem to be in a real hurry, but why weren't you so enthusiastic when you were saving people?"
Lin Zhi scoffed, "Who is he? Can he compare to Chu Ran?"
Zhao Chengyang said, "Yes, yes, you're right. No one can compare to your young master Lin's precious treasure."
The two of them left the clinic, exchanging words as they went. Jiang Chuting, who had been placed on a low couch with her eyes closed, struggled to turn over, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
The doctor sat to the side, his eyes slightly narrowed. He took Jiang Chuting's hand and was about to take his pulse when something reddish slipped out of his sleeve, fell to the ground with a soft thud.
The doctor looked down at it, then picked it up.
It's a bracelet made of red beans; it's very delicate and beautiful.
The red beans symbolize longing and yearning, so they must have been a gift from a loved one.
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After I go VIP, I hope everyone will continue to support me and comment actively! A 2-point comment within 24 hours of a VIP chapter will receive a red envelope! As you can see, I'm currently writing mostly melodramatic mpreg stories. If you like this kind of thing, feel free to bookmark my author page. I really hope to break 2,000 views in the first half of the year! =v= I also have quite a few completed mpreg stories before; they're described in the synopsis. If you haven't read them, you can check them out in my author page!
I used to mainly write historical BL, but lately my ideas have mostly been contemporary BL. But contemporary BL is just too much of a chaotic mess, I simply can't handle it!!! (←A cry from a failed writer!) So I need to start more pre-orders and work hard to build up my collection to have a chance to get on the charts. It's basically still the same old tropes like pregnancy and running away with a baby. It's 2019 and I'm still writing this kind of stuff, sigh, I'm such a cliché person. I'm planning to write ten more stories about running away with a baby and then I'll retire (hahaha, don't believe me...). If you're interested, please add it to your collection! Thank you all =3=
I roughly counted, and including the previous ones, I have five pre-orders now. Hehehe, I'm going to finish writing them all this year! (Dreaming, don't take it seriously)
P.S.: Although I have an idea, the title and main character's name are just things I came up with on the fly. If a long time passes, I may revise and improve them, including the settings and elements, until I'm satisfied. The final version will be the one that comes out first! If you mind these things, please don't collect it yet.
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[He ran away from the wedding after getting pregnant with the rich young master's child] (Original title: He's So Cute.) The title is similar to this one, hahaha.
Fu Yinqiu is a dazzling young master from a wealthy family. Cheng Wuzhou never imagined that the proud young man he had always secretly loved would shyly confess his love to him. Cheng Wuzhou was so happy that he thought he was dreaming. He fell deeply in love and devoted all his feelings to Fu Yinqiu without hesitation.
Cheng Wuzhou later realized that Yin Qiu's naivety and loveliness, and that Yin Qiu's relationship with him and marriage proposal were all just ways to use and deceive him. Heartbroken, Cheng Wuzhou resolutely left before the wedding, wishing never to see him again.
But my belly is getting bigger and bigger every day... This is a story about childbirth, with the younger man/older woman as the mother.
[After being attacked by fans of popular celebrities, I tried to make it in the entertainment industry] (Original title: A Pot Fell From the Sky; probably a lighthearted and sweet romance novel? Maybe, if I can write sweet novels.)
"Wow, those breasts are huge, I want to touch them. [laughing emoji]"
Ning Xiu, a popular young actor known for his innocent and naive personality, left a comment under a sexy and revealing picture of an internet celebrity. Although he quickly deleted it, it couldn't keep up with the speed at which netizens took screenshots and spread the word!
A fierce online battle between fans and critics swept across Weibo's trending topics overnight. The management company quickly issued a formal statement: it turned out that Ning Xiu's assistant had mistakenly logged into the wrong account, and the assistant has since been fired!
Yu Fei, completely bewildered after being bombarded with criticism from fans, exclaimed, "...???!" Yes, that's right, he was the assistant.
Since the attention was offered to him, Yu Fei decided to seize the opportunity and step into the entertainment industry, intending to make a quick buck and leave. Unexpectedly... he actually did quite well? Moreover, he unexpectedly caught the eye of Ning Xiu's uncle, Ning Jinnian.
Ning Xiu knelt down with a thud: Uncle, spare me!
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Yu Fei: "Why is my belly getting fatter and fatter?"
Ning Jinnian: "Honey, you're pregnant."
Yu Fei: "Oh... Ah???"
[His ex-boyfriend, whom he dumped, became a superstar.]
Shen Jiayi, a struggling, obscure actor in the entertainment industry, pointed at a handsome man on TV one day and instructed her son, "Honey, Dad offended him before. If you see him again, you must avoid him as soon as possible, understand?"
The male supporting character quit (transmigration novel)
There's a melodramatic gay romance novel where the male lead, B, is the long-lost son of a wealthy family. A scheming male supporting character secretly takes the token that B used to reunite with B and becomes a rich young master, living a carefree life. He shamelessly seduces his fiancé, the male lead, A. According to the protagonist's law, the ending is predictable: the male lead A and the male lead B get together, and the wicked male supporting character, once exposed, suffers an extremely tragic fate!
Fang Shinian, who had transmigrated into the male supporting character in this book, exhaled a smoke ring and said: I wish you a long and happy marriage. I'm leaving now.
Male lead A & Male lead B: Heh, try taking one back, we'll break your legs.
This isn't what we agreed on! Fang Shinian slipped away, her leg wasn't broken, but her stomach is bulging... damn it!
[Transmigrating into my sister's serialized novel] (I still need to start a historical romance novel...)
Zhou Yang accidentally discovered that his younger sister, a high school student, had written a romance novel based on him and was serializing it online. He'd only read the beginning when he found himself transported into the novel.
My sister is obsessed with all sorts of cheesy and melodramatic tropes, and she's also prone to exaggeration, illogicality, and character inconsistencies. She loves to revise her writing, and she can even overturn and restart plots that have already been completed, making everyone in the story seem like they have split personalities. Enemies become lovers, and hatred can instantly turn into love, and they love each other to the point of life and death.
Zhou Yang: I'm so tired, sister, please finish this and let me out... Wait, why am I pregnant??
Zhou Yang: Hehe.
Zhou Yang: I never expected you to be this kind of sister :)
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