Chapter 52 July Flower Returns
The sun was shining through the glass windows, the door of the outer hall of the temple was open, and tiny dust particles were suspended in the air. It was a sunny and beautiful day, from the flat green grass of the outer hall to the golden and blue flowers inside the hall.
Everyone standing here was dressed in formal attire, wearing status symbols, gold medals and flowers. Ye Yanze and Luther appeared together, wearing dark blue robes with tricolor ribbons and tassels on their shoulders.
Ye Yanze beside him was also wearing a white and gold robe with a ribbon and tassels, with only a layer of white gauze on his head and a golden olive leaf crown on his forehead.
Everyone present felt that Hilt had made a good deal in the first place, seeing the impact of elemental erosion and also pinpointing this key person.
Holding him in hand is equivalent to obtaining precious resources. If the elements erode seriously in the future, his value will be even higher.
The ceremony was simple, with tokens exchanged and vows pledged, and they did not arrange for anyone irrelevant to stand in front of them.
Luther put the ring of power on his hand again, and Ye Yanze took out a sapphire brooch, a golden July flower with a sapphire in the middle.
When it came to the oath-taking stage, Luther reached out to stop the people below from singing the oath and said with a smile, "You don't have to take the oath. I'll do it."
Luke held his hands, with no smile on his face, and even a hint of uneasiness and tension in his eyes.
"I will become your believer for life, and pledge my loyalty and love from birth to death. May you love me."
This was not any arranged oath. As their eyes met, Ye Yanze's voice trembled unconsciously when he heard his last four words, as if each word weighed a thousand pounds.
Ye Yanze subconsciously curled his fingers, but was immediately grabbed by Luther.
Ye Yanze closed his eyes, and then whispered back his promise: "I will dedicate my whole life to you..."
"Why don't you wait for us guests who have come from afar?"
A voice interrupted his unfinished words, and the nobles at the table looked over with surprise on their faces. However, Luther and Ye Yanze were very calm.
Zelsa has changed a lot in just a few months, or rather, he has become more like the sinister and crazy person in his previous life, but he has learned to restrain himself and disguise himself.
He was wearing a black suit, with a bright red rose pinned to his chest. His black hair had grown longer, so he tied it casually behind his head. His black eyes were fixed on Ye Yanze who was beside Luther.
"I have a question for you all. If there is no punishment for breaking the oath, is there any meaning in the oath?"
As Zelsa spoke, he strode in. No one dared to stop him. Now that everyone knew his importance, they naturally did not dare to offend him easily.
His leather shoes made a regular clicking sound on the smooth and hard floor. He took off his white gloves and silently burned all the blue flowers in the field with a snap of his fingers.
The red flames lit up and then died down as everyone looked between the three men, weighing the pros and cons.
"Of course it does." Luther put his arm around Ye Yanze's waist, looked at Zelsa with a smile, and continued, "You may not understand, the meaning of the oath lies in who says it and to whom."
"If you hadn't interrupted me, I would have heard the most beautiful and meaningful oath in the world."
"I guess I am disturbing you guys?" Zelsa stared at Ye Yanze, waiting for him to say, "Please take a seat."
Sunny and Neil followed him all the time, fearing that he would do something impulsive the next second. But he became quiet because of Ye Yanze's words, and only Sunny beside him could see the pain in his eyes.
Ye Yanze acted too calm, which made him seem too hysterical. Luther's fingers kept clenching, but when he looked over, he saw a smiling face again.
Ye Yanze held his hand and patted it soothingly. Luther smiled and stretched out his hand to pinch the white veil and lifted it, his eyes went from his eyes to the tip of his nose and lips, and then he bent down and kissed him in front of everyone.
"Calm down."
Zelsa was held down by Sunny. This was their wedding, they became each other's lovers in front of everyone's witnesses, this was an exclusive relationship that did not allow others to interfere.
No matter what conditions Luther put forward or what means he used, at least he chose this way to bind this relationship. And he was nothing.
Their bodies were intimately connected, but their relationship was always that of master and servant.
He never received any love.
Everyone raised their hands and applauded, except for Zelsa, who was sitting in the front row, staring at him blankly.
After the ceremony, Ye Yanze and Luther left the venue to change clothes. Sunny immediately grabbed his arm, but was surprised to find that he had no intention of following her.
He just sat there quietly, his eyes blank.
In the side hall, before Ye Yanze turned around, Luther hugged him from behind. He held him tightly, then suddenly let go. Ye Yanze's eyes stayed on the half-drawn magic circle on the desk. He silently withdrew his gaze, as if it was just a casual glance.
"Only by staying with me can you accomplish what you want to do." Luther held his shoulders and said this inexplicably.
While Ye Yanze was stunned, he seemed to see a flash of blue light passing through his eyes, and he intuitively felt that there was another meaning in Luther's words.
"You are my love."
Ye Yanze answered him in a low voice. Although he seemed to be just stating the result of their relationship, Luther felt particularly at ease at this moment.
He hugged Ye Yanze tightly, lifted the white veil, and whispered in his ear: "I know you chose him to be the emperor, and I understand the reason." Small kisses fell on his ears and cheeks.
"There can be no more joint meetings of nobles, and no more discussions of all nobles." Luther chuckled and held his cheek. The intimate gesture did not sound like he was talking about a planned coup.
"It's not hard to guess what you're thinking."
Ye Yanze was not surprised that Luther knew his intentions, and he was even more looking forward to what Luther would do. They were now the highest-ranking aristocratic couple in the entire empire, one was the head of a noble family, and the other was the son of royal blood.
The Son of God chose to betray this so-called noble bloodline, what about the head of the family?
"I have just promised you my loyalty and love from the beginning till the end of my life. This is my answer."
Luther whispered, tilting his head to gently rub his lips, patiently, and then licking gently waiting for his response. Ye Yanze closed his eyes slightly, continued the kiss, and leaned back on the desk to let him help him "change clothes".
The white veil had not yet been removed, but Ye Yanze's robe was already torn into disarray, with half of his shoulders exposed. Luther finally didn't need to bend over anymore. He just needed to support him and let him hold the table behind him with his hands.
The light and shadow were mixed, and the shadow of his eyebrow arch was cast on his face. Ye Yanze looked at him in a trance, always feeling as if it was an illusion from his past life or present life.
They couldn't make a scene for too long. Luther lowered his head and bit his shoulder, leaving a mark. Finally, he wanted to kiss his protruding Adam's apple. Ye Yanze seemed to wake up, pushed his shoulder, and whispered, "Don't leave it here. It can't be covered."
As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the back of Ye Yanze's neck, clenched his teeth, and stared at him as his eyelashes blinked nervously and quickly.
As the hot breath entangled, Ye Yanze finally caught sight of the jealousy and anger that he had hidden well from the beginning to the end.
Ye Yanze touched his lips and whispered to him: "It's swollen, and there are marks."
Luther leaned his forehead against his shoulder as if to relieve himself, laughed, then gently kissed his broken bones and reached out to pull up his inner clothes.
"When this is over, I will take you back to the territory in the north. There are also woods and grasslands, as well as flowers of all seasons. You will like it."
Ye Yanze looked at the whorls of hair that appeared when he lowered his head and hummed softly.
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The evening banquet was not held in the temple, but in Hilt's manor. As if to indicate something, from the entrance all the way to the inner hall, and even the back garden, there were blue and gold flowers twisted together.
The evening glow is gorgeous and passionate, and everyone will stop to watch this magnificent scene for a while.
Contrary to his previous outward display, Zelsa now calmly skipped over those things and walked steadily in. It turned out that everything had a traceable path, and the first time he came here was for someone.
Walking in here again today, it’s still the same person, but it’s completely different.
He arrived relatively early and walked to the open corridor as if he knew the place well. There was no one here, only the sound of wind blowing through leaves and flowers, and the faint sound of water in the pond not far away.
Standing in the garden and looking up, you can see the small balcony of the bedroom. Zelsa has never been a person who likes to reminisce, but the needle-like thoughts make him have to recall the scene at that time.
It was also a dishonorable moment. But now he wanted to be a dishonorable person, or he was a person who would do anything to achieve his goal.
"You're back."
It was inevitable that a slight sound would be made when stepping on the grass. A person was sitting by the pool with his back to him. He was wearing a white robe and there were gold and blue flowers around his feet.
He turned around and saw that it was him. He was surprised for a moment, then nodded and greeted him.
Zelsa walked quickly to him. He paid no attention to the bright flowers, crushed them on the green grass with one foot, and looked down at him condescendingly.
He stretched out his hand to touch the mark on his lips, but Ye Yanze dodged it with a smile.
"You're back." Zelsa repeated his words in a low voice.
"What?" Ye Yanze looked up and only saw the dark emotions in his eyes, but his face was calm. He looked thinner, and his facial features and contours were still the same, but he always felt something was different.
"You haven't said that to me yet." Zelsa just stood in front of him, her figure completely covering him, keeping a distance between them.
"You should have said it."
Ye Yanze was silent for a while, nodded and said, "You are right."
He raised his head and smiled, looking into his eyes intently: "You're back." His tone was very light, and the ending sounded like a sigh.
"You look a little different." Ye Yanze stretched out his hand and lit up the golden healing light. The stepped-down flowers gradually recovered. He smiled and continued, "It's been almost half a year. You are amazing."
They both knew exactly what the other was saying.
Zelsa reached out to touch him again, and the tingling sensation caused by the rough fingers scraping against his skin was very familiar. But Ye Yanze smiled and avoided him again, reminding him in a low voice.
“It’s not appropriate anymore.”
Zelsa's forehead was bulging with veins, and she finally couldn't help but pinch his neck tightly, sneering and asking him, "We've already slept together, so it's inappropriate to tell me now?"
Ye Yanze felt that he was not exerting any strength, so he raised his right hand. The ring of authority had been adjusted to the right size and was worn on his ring finger, swearing his belonging.
Zelsa let go of his hand immediately as if she was burned, and asked him sarcastically: "Is this important to you? Is it a reason to bring it up?"
Ye Yanze nodded very seriously, looked at him and said, "This is the only important reason."
Zelsa laughed, and bent down to his knees. After a long time, he asked, "What about me?"
Ye Yanze's Adam's apple rolled and his fingers touched the rose on his chest.
"You are so cruel to me." Zelsa looked up at him with red eyes, which did not look like begging, but more like seeking revenge.
"There is no master like you."
Ye Yanze never thought that one day such a strong emotional connection would develop between them unknowingly. He thought that after Zelsa had seen more scenery, experienced power, and met more people, she should have let go of him, an insincere liar.
"I was wrong." Ye Yanze answered him in a low voice. "But looking back at every step, I would still do it the same way if I had to do it again."
"Put me down, don't trip me up at the last moment."
Zelsa would no longer say unnecessary angry words. He had already understood the significance of the goals set for him by Ye Yanze through countless open and covert struggles.
In his previous life, Ye Yanze also chose a coup. He socialized among the noble families, played with them, caused infighting among the noble families, weakened their power, killed Hope, and became the person in power, equivalent to the emperor.
But before the power of the aristocratic families could be checked, a great catastrophe struck, elemental erosion broke out, cracks appeared... The aristocratic families' attempts to protect themselves added to the chaos, and the civilians' discontent reached its peak.
Ye Yanze had not yet completely grasped the real power, and he had been holding on to this straw for several years, but in the end he still faced the most tragic result.
In this life, he set him free, and pushed him up step by step to become the emperor. He chose him to be the savior, and told him step by step what was behind the three words "superior".
He was asked to change from saving a city to saving a country.
"Can I assume that everything you do now is still for me?" He didn't say it directly, but Ye Yanze knew what he was hoping for.
He wanted him to tell himself, I agreed to be with Luther to help you check and balance Hilt, it was all for you.
Ye Yanze sighed: "Sorry, no."
"From the beginning to the end, everything I did was not for you." He had to burst the beautiful dream that Zelsa had built for himself from the beginning.
Zelsa let go of his hand, and a tear fell on the back of Ye Yanze's hand. He was silent for a while. The tall body curled up in front of him aggrievedly, with his hands on his knees.
He is obviously much more successful than before, with countless people wanting to stick to him, but now he looks like an abandoned dog.
"I understand." Zelsa slowly stood up and laughed softly.
He staggered and repeated in a dreamy voice: "I understand."
He turned and left. Ye Yanze took two deep breaths and grabbed his trembling hands.
“This is the best option.”
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