To the Shadow Guard assassins, names are meaningless. He is currently Hidden Two, but in the past he was Hidden Seven, and even further back, Hidden Eleven, or even Fifty-Nine, Seventy-Nine, Ninety-Three…
He kept getting stronger, and therefore his codename kept changing. It wasn't until he became Hidden Two that he temporarily had a name.
The name was meaningless; Yin Er only needed to recognize that the person in front of him was his master. As for his master's name... he neither cared nor paid attention to it.
People like them wouldn't normally feel curiosity, concern, or interest.
Long Xun looked at him in silence for a while, then slowly spoke: "My name is Xun. Long Xun."
The dragon is his physical form, and Xun is his name. Like a phoenix bathed in phoenix, the phoenix is his physical form, and Mu is his name. Like Qi… if he were alive today, he should actually be called Qi Ren.
Yin Er cleverly applied what he had said, mimicking his words, "My name is Er. Yin Er."
Long Xun: "..."
There's absolutely nothing wrong with it, but something just feels off.
Once again silenced, Long Xun could only struggle to find a new topic: "From now on, there's no need to hide. Just stay by my side."
Yin Er remained silent.
During their time together, Long Xun knew that he had no objections to this attitude. But Long Xun did not want him to be like this.
Why did he suddenly run out of the palace when he was perfectly fine there? Wasn't it to shake off everyone else and properly awaken the emotions that Yin Er had suppressed during his training as a suicide soldier?
Then Long Xun said again, "Whether you agree or not, you should say so. It's fine if you don't want to."
Yin Er obediently let out a soft "Mmm".
_(:3」∠)_ I'm so heartbroken.
Long Xun hesitated... but couldn't resist. He grabbed his gun, mounted his horse, and slaughtered a nearby band of ruthless bandits who had long been a headache for the authorities. When the soldiers arrived with the news, they were so horrified by the bloody and gruesome scene that they vomited uncontrollably.
Having released some of the darkness in his heart, Long Xun roused himself, took the reins of Li Feisha, and said to Yin Er, who was walking alongside him on the official road, "We are going to Jiangnan this time."
Yin Er: "Hmm."
"On the shore of West Lake in Hangzhou, there is a restaurant called Linjianglou that sells West Lake Vinegar Fish. Let me take you there."
"Um."
"...Do you like it?"
"Um."
"...Can you only say one word?"
"No."
"..."
It is said that a notorious womanizer was found dead in the street, cut in half at the waist, in a gruesome scene.
Long Xun sheathed his spear, ignoring the lecherous man who was broken in two and wailing as he tried to crawl out of the air. He solemnly warned Yin Er: "Anyone who tries to touch your chest, buttocks, or face is a lecherous man. If you encounter him again, just kill him."
Yin Er lowered his eyes to look at his master, and a sliver of cold light flashed slightly between the cuffs of his naturally hanging hands.
He responded softly, his tone warmer than usual, "Mm."
Then, in the calm eyes of the assassin, he saw once again the complex emotions of distress, heartache, depression, entanglement, guilt, and so on that surfaced in his master's cold expression. His dark golden vertical pupils, which were full of gloom and tyranny, also took on a slightly clearer color in the sunlight.
I always felt that... that light, clear, and clean gold should be the original color of these eyes.
For some reason, whenever Yin Er sees those dark golden vertical pupils, he feels as if his heart has been wounded.
However, he was in good health, with no hidden illnesses, no internal injuries to his heart meridian, and no signs of poisoning.
So what is the cause of this strange feeling?
Yin Er didn't understand, and out of his nature, he would cautiously observe things he didn't understand for the time being.
Because his master aroused his strangeness, Inuji set his sights on him.
When his master becomes violent, the hurt he feels will be even more intense.
When his owner feeds him, his body becomes lighter.
When the master showed signs of distress due to his cold attitude, his body instinctively tried to soothe him before his mind could process it.
...
Yin Er wasn't stupid. The training of the Dark Guards did indeed suppress their own will and emotions and brainwash them, but Yin Er was too powerful. He had learned something else on his own, which no one knew about.
Yin Er simply didn't understand or comprehend it, so he didn't understand what he learned from the book.
However… now that his master has appeared, Yin Er quickly compared his own reactions with those described in the book, and with those of the other people he observed…
What needs to be understood will be understood.
Yin Er was even more aware that his emotions were only affected by his master. He was certain that it wasn't because his master was his master. If his master wasn't this person, Yin Er was certain that he would have the same reaction if he could meet him.
Why is that?
Yin Er also understood.
He liked the young emperor, and it was clear that the young emperor was interested in him as well.
Yin Er guessed that it might be because he was a rare male.
But he still pretended not to understand.
Yin Er was born with a disability, with a white mole on his forehead. Although he was a boy, he was taller, stronger, and more powerful than most men. His face was also not outstanding; he was quite ugly.
How could I be worthy of him?
How could anyone be worthy of this young emperor, the most honored person in the entire world?
Not even for one night.
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