Chapter 40 Is July Flower a Lover?
The royal capital was the most strictly divided city of all, with nobles' manors, royal courts and temples, civilian areas and the lowest slums, all strictly divided by streets.
Only the temple was located closest to the civilian area, and even pedestrians who occasionally stopped to rest in front of the temple were not stopped.
At this moment, a lady in a long skirt and with her hair tied up was sitting on a bench with a man in a suit beside her. The bench faced the river that passed through the capital, and the temple was on the left.
"Didn't Zelsa tell us not to approach the temple rashly? Luckily I came with you today, otherwise what would you have done?"
The woman still had the peaceful smile of a wealthy commoner in the capital, and she lowered her voice and leaned closer to the person next to her and spoke.
"What can I do? What else can I do?" The man with short brown hair scoffed. "The Holy Son is protected very well. I can't do anything I want to do."
"I'm just worried. There isn't a single wizard in the city of Gaya. Our companions can only use homemade gunpowder guns and knives to resist the monsters. There are also townspeople in the city who are being corroded by infected elements and are living a life worse than death." When he said this, he took a deep breath as if to calm the anger gushing out of his heart.
"Look here, Sunny, it's so beautiful that makes me want to tear it apart." He lowered his head and stopped talking. Sunny beside him didn't speak for a long time and was also silent.
"But the southern tour is only a few days away. We just need to bring the Holy Son..."
"Do you really trust that Zelsa? His status is different now. He has become a mage, with Hilt and the Temple behind him. All he needs to do is marry a noble's daughter to become a truly superior person."
"Shut up, Zelsa is from Gaya just like us, and his feelings for it are no less than you and me." Sunny's voice was a little louder because of her anger. She stood up suddenly, looking like a lady who was arguing with her husband, and did not attract anyone's attention.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything. We have no choice but to trust him now."
*
"Your Highness? This is an apology letter from Lord Luther."
Ye Yanze was sitting at the desk flipping through a book with a black cover. Hearing this, he just pointed to a shelf on the side. There were seven or eight identical letters on it, but he hadn't opened any of them.
Zelsa came in with a tray. He had just returned from St. Tropez College and had not yet changed out of his sky-blue robe. He glanced at the unopened letter on the side, then quickly looked away without saying anything more.
"You're back?"
Ye Yanze took the tea brewed by Zelsa, took another sip, frowned and threw it aside, but did not let others take over. He just greeted him in a low voice without raising his head.
Zelsa walked over to him and half-knelt beside him, and Ye Yanze looked at him. Zelsa had never thought that one day he would squat beside him like a dog, just like this, he could lie on his legs with just a little stretch of his head, and his eyes were as gentle as the sunlight.
"You're right. It's indeed not just a place for young nobles to play house."
He suppressed the dissatisfaction that was surging in his heart and said this first.
"There are often trials and practices in Saint Tropez. As long as you are willing to gain the favor and support of those civilian mages, it won't be difficult."
Ye Yanze did not drive him away, but just looked at the pages, picked up the feather pen and continued to write something on the pages, his light eyebrows and eyes were shining. He did nothing, and did not need to look at him. The growing dissatisfaction was about to devour his heart.
Ye Yanze seemed to have finally finished writing, and closed the book casually. He finally met Zelsa's eyes and looked at Zelsa with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"You can't be like Luther and come here to ask for a reward, right? You two are really alike. You did something that was beneficial to you, but you dare to come here to ask for a reward just because it was arranged by me."
Ye Yanze always spoke in a gentle and calm tone, without the cold airs of a superior, and his tone was even somewhat intimate. Zelsa grabbed his calf, and the numbness and jealousy in his heart surged up together, but he had learned to endure and pretend.
He just slowly slipped his fingers into his loose trouser legs and caressed his skin. His hands could not become smooth no matter what he did. They were rough and calloused, and the scratching of his skin brought about an indescribable numbness.
Ye Yanze breathed a sigh of relief, raised his foot and kicked him on the shoulder, his face was cold but his cheeks were flushed, and after thinking for a while, he hooked his arm at him. Zelsa stood up, hugged him by the waist, and reached for his belt.
Ye Yanze slapped his hand away and lowered his voice: "Do you know what Ed said about you?"
Zelsa put her arms around his waist, held him in her arms, and turned him around half-hugged. He sat on the chair, and her fingers did not untie his belt, but lifted his robe and untied the laces inside.
The fabric rubbed against each other and made a sound. Zelsa's forehead was covered with sweat and his Adam's apple rolled before he answered.
"What did you say?"
Ye Yanze leaned forward, his body numb even though he hadn't been touched yet. The silk was smooth and draped well, which made it easier for Zelsa to lift it up.
"They said...they said that you...sold your body...to be my male lover."
Ye Yanze spoke incoherently, his hands on his neck, his head hanging weakly on his neck. Zelsa just laughed twice, and his fingers gently rubbed his skin, exploring.
Ye Yanze turned his head and squinted at him, only seeing his high nose bridge and drooping eyelashes. His thin eyelids were half-closed, and the complex and turbulent emotions in his black eyes did not seem to be all joy. He was also sweating, and the hot breath exhaled by Ye Yanze smoked his face.
"Why not lovers?" Zelsa spoke in a lower voice, which seemed gentle compared to his ruthless actions. He leaned over to whisper in his ear, and his ears felt numb. After he finished speaking, he seemed to gently rub the earlobe with his lips.
Ye Yanze tore his robe into a mess, and the collar was open. His legs were weak and kept sliding down, but he was greedy for the numbness and nervous pleasure he brought, and he held on with shaking legs.
He didn't sit in this position. If he just stepped back, Zelsa would be unable to continue. It seemed as if he, the unsatisfied Son of God, had forced this poor trainee mage.
"Hmm? Am I? Am I your lover?" He deliberately acted honestly and did nothing. He turned his head and coaxed him softly, as if as long as he agreed, he would be willing to do anything and naturally would not make things difficult for him.
Ye Yanze trembled and pinched his neck impatiently, but it didn't work. He subconsciously snorted twice and bit his Adam's apple. But Zelsa, a thick-skinned madman, was not afraid of threats and refused to let him go.
"Is it?" He was kind enough to simplify it so that Ye Yanze only needed to utter one syllable.
Ye Yanze clung to his neck, breathing rapidly without moving, the physiological tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes, sliding down one by one, wetting his robes. His scattered hair had already been ruffled. He raised his head and looked at Zelsa.
Zelsa almost softened, but he hurriedly asked him, "Is it true?"
She is just a worthless lover. Those disposable items that are most in demand by noble lords are also called lovers. She is just a lover.
Ye Yanze saw a drop of sweat falling from his cheek, slowly moved closer, and stretched out his tongue to roll it away. At the same time, Zelsa no longer insisted, and Ye Yanze finally bent his waist and closed his eyes to calm his heartbeat that was beating so hard that it hurt his heart.
Zelsa laughed and helped him straighten his robe with one hand. Ye Yanze turned his face away and walked towards the bedroom, glancing at Zelsa's messy body and obvious swelling.
"Handle it yourself."
Zelsa immediately stood up and followed him into the bedroom. Ye Yanze frowned and was about to speak when he saw him staring at him as he entered the small room he had arranged for him to live in. He did not close the door, leaving a small gap.
Ye Yanze stood there in a daze, with no thoughts in his mind for a rare moment, until he suddenly heard a series of rapid, suppressed shouts, with ups and downs in the rhythm, and each one was his name.
Ye Yanze felt dizzy with heat when he remembered that he hadn't wiped his hands.
Ye Yanze washed up, changed his clothes, and returned to his desk to read for a while before he stopped hearing any noise. He subconsciously picked up the cup of cold tea and took a sip, but this time he finished it all and threw it aside.
Next to him was the list of mages who would be participating in the Southern Tour, and Ye Yanze flipped through it and looked at it carefully. Because of the interests of all parties involved, the Southern Tour would bring one great mage from each family, and the rest would be selected in Saint Tropez.
He looked at Zelsa's name on the list, and saw that more than half of the names behind his name were from commoner mages, and immediately realized that he must have gained a lot in Saint Tropez.
Even he didn't know how many of them had become rebels and how many were obedient to Zelsa's orders.
*
The grand ceremony on the day of the southern tour was no less than that of the ceremony, except that the emperor could only lie unconscious in bed. Bella, wearing a red velvet cape with white fur edges, came. She approached Ye Yanze and whispered, "Your Majesty can't wake up, so I'm the only one who can see you off."
Ye Yanze smiled and nodded, understanding the meaning of her words and happily affirming her.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Luther waited on the side, considerately leaving them space to whisper, and waited until Bella walked away before walking over to him.
"Dear, have you read my letter?"
Ye Yanze lied without blinking, smiled and nodded: "Of course."
Luther smiled and leaned closer to him, pinched his braids affectionately twice, and whispered, "Little liar." Ye Yanze did not give any response, but pretended not to hear.
Luke took his hand and stroked the back of his hand. His lowered dark blue eyes seemed to be full of affectionate melancholy. Such an expression on his handsome face was not at all annoying.
"I won't see you for a long time."
He raised his eyelashes and stared at Ye Yanze, who had an expressionless face in front of him. Finally, he added slowly, as if to comfort himself.
"But fortunately, after you come back, we can hold our engagement party. In another month or two, I can see you every day."
Ye Yanze chuckled, without commenting on his sweet words, and simply replied, "As you wish."
Ye Yanze has always known in his heart that Luther has no feelings for him. Those disguised affections are just like bubbles on the water. When he blows them away, there is only cold scrutiny and a faint interest.
But other than that, he always found it hard to understand that Luther was a person, and that his marriage was not necessary, but he cared so much about it. It was just like at this moment, when he had clearly given the answer he wanted, but his eyes revealed a cold light of dissatisfaction.
It seemed as if he wanted a softer and warmer answer, but he pointed out the essence of this intimate relationship.
Luther still had a smile on his face, but his eyes turned cold as he glanced at Zelsa who was retreating behind.
"Sir, we will discuss the engagement after the southern tour. Don't worry, sir, until we both reach a consensus, you and I are both free."
Ye Yanze's words were clear enough. He turned around and called Zelsa over. In front of Luther, he took his hand and prepared to get on the carriage.
However, just as he lifted his shirt, he felt his scalp tighten, and he turned around and looked at Luther in astonishment as he saw Luther grabbing his braid. Luther's eyes even flashed with a hint of astonishment, as if it was an instinctive action.
"Your Excellency, you have lost your composure."
Zelsa was humble, and her eyes were full of anger as if her treasure was coveted by others. Luther let go of her hand, and didn't even look at Zelsa, but just looked at Ye Yanze.
"Go early and come back early."
Only the two of them knew the hidden meaning of this sentence. Ye Yanze just smiled and did not answer.
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