Chapter 42 July Flower: Pretense and True Heart
The faint scent of roses lingered in the dream. Ye Yanze could not see anything. Groping forward, he found himself in bottomless darkness. Every step forward was like the fear of falling off a cliff.
Ye Yanze was sweating profusely, holding a bunch of red flowers in his arms. The thorns of the flowers were grasped tightly and pierced into his skin. Ye Yanze was suddenly exhausted and stopped where he was. For a moment, he seemed to be thrown off a cliff and stepped on empty air. He woke up and opened his eyes, and a large field of red flowers occupied his sight.
As he gradually regained consciousness, he realized that his hands were tied behind his back, his ankles were also tied, and he was tied to the carriage. He had a cloth tied behind his head in his mouth, and he couldn't even open his mouth, otherwise he would feel nauseous.
Ye Yanze did not struggle, but turned over and curled up on his back. The wind coming in from outside the carriage smelled of grass and soil. This was no longer a town.
Cold sweat stuck to his hair and curled up on his forehead. Ye Yanze felt calmer than ever before. The intense heartbeat left over from his dream of stepping on empty air slowed down.
The carriage was moving very fast, and occasionally the voices of a man and a woman talking in low voices drifted in, but they were not Zelsa's voices.
"Awake?" The curtains in front of him were suddenly opened, and the strong sunlight outside pierced his face. He could only see the rough outline of a young man. His voice was full of sarcasm and even a hint of malice.
"Your Highness is so calm. I thought you would struggle desperately." His eyes lingered on her face, and his tone was contemptuous. "But it's useless to struggle."
"Moor, don't be rude to His Highness." A female voice snorted softly, the young man was driven aside, and the curtains fell and were lifted up again.
"Your Highness, we need you to do us a small favor. We are forced to do this disrespectful behavior, please forgive us." Ye Yanze recognized her. She was the one who knocked on the door last night.
Ye Yanze's head rested on the cushion, swaying with the bumps of the carriage. There was no extra emotion in his light purple eyes, he just looked at them calmly.
"Zelsa still needs to clean up the mess, she will catch up with us soon..."
"Ha, Sani, he must hate Zelsa to death. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be able to kidnap him so easily. Now he is busy leading the team that came to rescue him away..."
Ye Yanze didn't show any extra expression when he heard this, he just lay on the ground calmly, his long braids were messy, and his hair half covered his face. Sunny looked at his calm light purple eyes, and inexplicably had an indescribable feeling.
"Anyway, I'll explain everything to you when he comes back."
A few more complaints came from outside the window. Ye Yanze relaxed his back and tried not to rub the rope. He touched the knot, which was very familiar. He knew that the more he struggled, the tighter it would become.
I don't know how long this situation will last...
As Ye Yanze was thinking this, he suddenly heard a heavier sound of horse hooves. The carriage shook and the door was opened. Ye Yanze knew it was Zelsa, and he squinted his eyes and looked at him calmly.
He was facing the backlight, so his expression could not be seen at all. All we knew was that he neatly cut the rope, picked up the cord, and carefully loosened the cloth that bound his mouth.
"Feel sorry."
Ye Yanze's hands and feet were still numb, but he just calmly let him hold him in his arms. But as soon as he said these two words, Ye Yanze reached out and slapped him.
The blood in his arm was not flowing, so his strength was of course not very strong, but Zelsa felt like she was slapped hard. Sunny, who was walking next to him, happened to see this scene and quickly lowered the curtain.
"Don't say sorry if you've already done it."
Ye Yanze was obviously the one being imprisoned, but at this moment he said such words calmly in a calm tone, making him seem more like the one who was in control of everything.
Zelsa sneered softly and didn't answer, but just hugged him from behind, reached out and grabbed his braids, and spoke in a low voice.
"My hair is messy."
Ye Yanze reached out to push his hand away, but when he failed, he naturally stopped moving and let him untie her braid.
Zelsa lowered her head and patiently arranged the hair strand by strand without hurting his scalp. He still had the smell of something burning on him, and the smell of dew and grass, which wrapped around Ye Yanze's body through his body heat.
The rose on the side had been thrown in the corner for a long time. It had a faint fragrance, its petals and leaves had fallen off, and its edges had shrunk due to lack of water, no longer having its previous bright color.
"Somewhat broken."
Zelsa just let his hair down, and stroked it with her fingers, but was reluctant to help him fix it. Instead, she took the bouquet and stuffed it into his arms. Ye Yanze couldn't see his face, but could only feel his warm breath, and his anxious emotions wrapped in a gentle tone.
Ye Yanze lowered his head and looked at it for a while, just fiddling with it with his fingers, with no intention of healing it again. He threw it back casually and replied in a calm voice: "So it should be thrown away."
Zelsa seemed unable to accept this answer. She pinched his chin with the base of her hand and lifted him up with force. Her arm muscles tensed and her fingers trembled slightly as if she was trying to suppress something.
Only when she met his purple eyes did she lower her head with half-closed eyes and rubbed his lips. The mask of tenderness was crumbling, and his strength became stronger and stronger.
"You are angry."
His first sound was very low, and then when he rolled on him, he seemed to have secretly tasted his lips and tongue, and laughed again, repeating it in a low voice in his ear, his voice quick and tense.
"You are angry."
Zelsa was never a good person. Ye Yanze was an ambitious person who valued interests, and he was a predator who valued desires. Neither of them was a good person, and both deserved to go to hell, but they were meant to be together.
Zelsa raised his head, rubbing his waist with his palms unbearably, no longer hiding his insatiable desire, his black eyes licked his face inch by inch with the offensive look of locking prey, as if he was interested in every subtle expression on his face.
He understood that teasing and consolation, a smart person knows that should not be taken seriously, but helplessly, he still fell into it even though he knew it was false.
But the ambitious people who use themselves as bait should also pay some price.
"You shouldn't be angry."
Ye Yanze couldn't control his body's reaction. During this period, he thought that the wolf had become a house dog with its tail between its legs. Even if it accidentally bit him, it would still circle around him with guilt and uneasiness.
There are high rewards in teasing and playing with a wolf, but there is also the risk that the wolf will choose to swallow both the person and the trap in one bite.
Ye Yanze understood this principle early on, that he should not be angry. He couldn't let his true feelings be taken advantage of amidst the pretense and couldn't tolerate the slightest possibility of being exploited.
Ye Yanze exhaled slowly, with a smile on his face. He reached out to push away the arm around his waist, but did not reject his hand that reached through his collar.
"Do you still remember that you want revenge? Why? Are you really bewitched by those cheap tricks I used?"
Zelsa is not a person who seeks respectability. After figuring out what he wants, he completely follows his heart and is not ashamed to admit: "Yes, I was seduced by your low-level tricks. I will never be willing to eat your beautiful flesh."
His fingers used some force to pinch his cheek flesh, squeezing out the soft white cheek flesh between his fingers. The rough wheat-colored fingers just placed on him felt like blasphemy.
He became completely unbridled after he finished speaking, and his other hand also went straight into his collar. It was difficult for Ye Yanze to control his body instincts, and he trembled and twisted his body to avoid it.
"Ye Yanze, I should have warned you to be careful not to mess up."
Ye Yanze panted lightly and shrank up, grabbing his arm, but pinching the hard muscles, unable to twist. He immediately changed his position to rest on it, panting and trying to straighten up, raising his head to kiss his chin.
"Anything is fine, just not here." His usually gentle and soft tone changed, as if it had been blown by a spring breeze.
Zelsa clenched her hand, and he nervously hugged his arm with both hands and hummed, soaking the rough hand with tears, and he whispered into his ear with a sobbing voice.
"Please, please..."
He begged again and again, and although Zelsa knew that there was a 90% chance that he was acting, she still softened her heart and loosened her hand, her fingers coming out from under his collar, carrying the faint scent and warmth of his body.
"Have you had enough of my abuse?" He was really hurt, and his tears never stopped. His cold tone and nasal voice made him sound like a spoiled child. "You just abuse me. Now I am in your hands, are you satisfied?"
"What are you going to do? Take me to Gaya and cut open my chest to offer sacrifice to the gods?" Ye Yanze opened his hand that was stretched out to straighten his collar and continued to accuse.
"It's you who used me and kidnapped me. How dare you act like it's your right?"
Zelsa's intuition told him that none of these words were genuine, only his tantrums and attempts to test his bottom line were real.
But what to do? What he wanted was a Ye Yanze who was full of calculations and always kept his bottom line in mind. He understood this early on and tried to change his mind, but failed miserably.
"I was wrong. I didn't treat you badly. I wouldn't have done it if you didn't agree." Zelsa could only stretch out his hand to wipe away the tears. His hands were heavy and not pretty enough. He was afraid that his face would hurt, so he could only stretch out his hand and wipe them away little by little.
"I just asked you to come to Jaya to help with the purification. As long as you activate the purification array in the city, I will take you back."
Zelsa handed over all his secrets. Ye Yanze really stopped when he saw that he had made progress. Tears were still hanging in the corners of his eyes, but his face had calmed down. He pulled up his collar and raised his chin.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Are you trying to scare me?"
Ye Yanze also knew that he couldn't fool Zelsa by pretending. After all, they were entangled for two lifetimes. Although they were simply in a user and tool relationship in the previous life, they have now inexplicably become the people who understand each other best in the world.
Zelsa watched his expression change, and once again used some worthless tears and inferior weakness to let him be trampled underfoot, but this time she felt very peaceful in her heart.
It’s better this way. After all, he has put in some thought and the people are with him, and they have no intention of leaving him.
It’s better if he doesn’t have it. If he does, it’s better not to let him know. Otherwise, he will always make this liar cry.
"Are you from Gaya? Not a refugee from Colin District?" Ye Yanze took the wet silk scarf and wiped his cheek, then started asking about Gaya directly.
Zelsa opened a small cabinet on the side, and inside were the small items that Ye Yanze had prepared in the carriage, including a teapot, tea leaves, silk scarves, spare clothes, and even a wooden comb.
He took out a wooden comb and began to comb his long hair. His fingers were clumsy, but they had become flexible. Ye Yanze squinted comfortably.
"I was born in Gaya, and grew up in Gaya until I was 10 years old. Later, I fled all the way to the capital and lived in the Kolin District."
Zelsa grabbed his hair and lightly told him how his family was destroyed, how he fled as a child, and how he was finally driven to the Colin District like a rat crossing the street.
"What else?" Ye Yanze knew this, as he had found out about it in his previous life. "Need I remind you? Jishihui, the rebels?"
Zelsa laughed softly, "You have guessed it, the Society of the Worldly Aid Society is part of the rebels. Most of the people in the Society of the Worldly Aid Society are refugees who fled from Gaia, while the rebels are a collection of people who disdain the nobility and the theory of bloodline."
"And you are the leader standing behind them."
The Society of Savior and the rebels have actually always existed. The Society of Savior was gradually formed after Gaia was abandoned, while the rebels have a long history. Both have never been very powerful, but they are also older than Zelsa.
Only Ye Yanze, a reborn man, knew that these two forces had long been secretly twisted together, gathering enough power to subvert the world, and behind them stood this young alpha wolf.
Unfortunately, a catastrophe occurred before it even started. The elemental erosion suddenly worsened, black cracks appeared out of nowhere everywhere, and all kinds of monsters fell from them and slaughtered people indiscriminately.
At such a moment, survival became the top priority, and then Ye Yanze forcibly bound him.
"You want me to be the emperor because you want to use me to overthrow the noble family and to seek your safety when the catastrophe comes."
"I can give you everything you want. But... start now by changing Gaya's fate."
Ye Yanze drew aside the curtains and saw lead-gray clouds covering the sky from afar. The circulation of the elemental power in his body also began to sluggish obviously.
He did not respond to Zelsa's speculation about his intentions, but just chuckled and said, "Change your destiny."
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