Chapter 35: Sharing a Common Goal
Sheng Luo was Langxuan’s neighboring country, separated only by a forest, so their cultures and customs were quite similar. The style of the Sheng Luo imperial palace was not much different from Langxuan’s. When Rong Lijiun first came here, she thought she had returned to her home country.
At that time, her father, Prince Huaide, had not yet been executed.
Rong Lijiun was dressed revealingly, a thin red gauze draped over her body, her chest and thighs completely uncovered, causing the palace maids and eunuchs to turn and stare.
After arriving at the imperial study of the King of Sheng Luo, Xuan Su, he couldn’t help but glance at her chest.
He quickly averted his gaze and frowned. “Princess Rong, this is not your island. Please dress more appropriately.”
Rong Lijiun provocatively sat on Xuan Su’s desk, her two fair legs dangling and swinging by the side.
“Please forgive me, Your Majesty. I have been with those uncivilized people for so long that I’ve grown accustomed to it. Since you and I are partners, you should just endure it. Besides, doesn’t Your Majesty enjoy the view…”
She tapped Xuan Su’s thigh with the tip of her foot. He swatted it away, his temples throbbing. He couldn’t understand how Rong Lijiun, once a proper princess, had transformed from Prince Huaide’s daughter into a debauched pirate king.
“You promised you could make Rong Feijun’s most prized general fall on your island, yet not only did Langxuan’s army return safely, but you also lost all your subordinates. Heh, what do you have to cooperate with me now?”
Rong Lijiun raised an eyebrow. “I lost an island, but what did Your Majesty achieve? Your collaboration with Damu of Shahan to attack the city failed, and your surprise attack on Rong Feijun in the desert also failed. You lost a pile of troops. You’re not in a much better position.”
Xuan Su’s brow twitched, and he clenched his fists, suppressing his anger.
Rong Lijiun was very satisfied with his reaction. A stick must be accompanied by a carrot, so she continued, “However, I went out a few days ago and brought you a new ally, Your Majesty…”
Xuan Su looked at her, waiting for her to continue.
“Your Majesty, do you know of the Junce Kingdom?”
“Besides its vast territory, the Junce Kingdom has no other outstanding qualities,” Xuan Su said. “Its troops are not strong, and its food supply is average. It is not a powerful ally.”
“Wrong,” Rong Lijiun said. “Does Your Majesty remember the Miao people who were exterminated by Langxuan a few years ago? They were skilled in witchcraft, Gu poison, and strange toxins, killing without shedding blood. Even General Fu Yunfei lost his life at their hands. After the tribe was wiped out, the remaining members were won over by the King of Junce. Or rather, the King of Junce sent people to infiltrate Langxuan and rescue them. For all these years, he has been secretly supporting them. These Miao people have taken root in Junce, flourished, regrouped, and have even trained many… magical soldiers for the King of Junce.”
“Magical?”
“I don’t know what methods those Miao people used,” Rong Lijiun explained, “but they can actually use Gu parasites to train soldiers, allowing corpses to regain their mobility and obey only the commands of the person who administered the Gu. Those living dead are not afraid of pain or death. Only by tearing them apart can they be stopped. From this, it seems that besides Your Majesty and Rong Feijun, the King of Junce also has his eyes on unifying the world.”
Xuan Su frowned. If that was the case, what a powerful army that would be.
“Lijiun, help me make a connection. I want to meet with the King of Junce.”
“As you command,” she smiled, jumping off the desk and leaving.
Watching her retreating back, Xuan Su couldn’t help but wonder how this woman had gained the trust of the King of Junce.
It seems she is also a person who hides her true depths. Then again, if she didn’t have some tricks up her sleeve, how could she have gained the support of the pirates and become their king?
Although she was a ruthless character to be wary of, Xuan Su was still willing to trust her for the time being. After all, they had the same goal: to defeat Langxuan.
He wanted the world, and she wanted revenge and… Rong Feijun.
In Luoxing City, Fu Yunzhi woke up as the first ray of dawn shone upon the earth.
He subconsciously looked up and saw that Qi Xiao was already awake, looking at him with a gentle expression.
Qi Xiao released him and got up. “You’re awake? Let’s go to the inn to buy some food and then get some supplies before we set off.”
The two went to the inn. Qi Xiao bought food, while Fu Yunzhi asked for a room.
“What do you need a room for?”
“The journey to the desert will take ten days, and there won’t be many opportunities to bathe,” Fu Yunzhi replied. “I’m going upstairs to clean up before we leave.”
Qi Xiao nodded. He didn’t mind. When he was on military campaigns, it was common to go a month or two without bathing.
After Fu Yunzhi went upstairs, it finally dawned on him…
Holy, holy, holy crap, a bath!
Wifey is taking a bath!
Wifey is taking a bath naked!
And so, with a deadpan expression, he said to the waiter, “I’ll go upstairs first. I’ll get the things later.”
“Alright, alright.”
When Qi Xiao arrived at Fu Yunzhi’s room, he saw some clothes hanging on the screen and a slender silhouette behind it. The sound of splashing water came from behind the screen. To make himself seem more justified, he said, “Yunzhi, I came up to wait for the food.”
“Mm.”
Ah, my defenseless wifey.
Qi Xiao felt a strange sense of guilt.
“According to common sense, you can only do ‘that’ after you’re married! Qi Xiao, you are his rightful husband, you can’t do what a rapist would do!” the little angel in his heart said.
“Qi Xiao, are you stupid! He’s deeply in love with you, and you’ve both been secretly in love with each other for over a decade. Now that you’ve finally confessed your feelings, since it’s mutual, it would be a waste not to do it!” the little devil in his heart said.
The little angel flapped its wings, disappointed. “Qi Xiao! Maintain your gentlemanly image in your wifey’s heart! You have to control yourself! Control yourself!”
The little devil waved its trident with a lewd expression. “Qi Xiao! Your wifey is naked next door and you’re not going for it? Are you impotent? Are you impotent?”
I am not impotent!
Qi Xiao stood up and gallantly took off his outer robe, intending to fucking do it right now!
“…What are you doing?”
Fu Yunzhi, wearing only his inner robe, stood by the screen, looking at Qi Xiao holding his outer robe, his face wearing the expression of a soldier going to his death before a battle. Has this person… been possessed again?
Qi Xiao strode forward and swept him up into his arms.
“Hey! What are you doing now!”
Qi Xiao placed him on the bed and pressed down on him.
“Qi Xiao,” Fu Yunzhi said helplessly, “what are you going to do now?”
“Do you,” Qi Xiao said with a serious expression.
“…”
…
…
After half a cup of tea’s time, Fu Yunzhi looked at the person propped up on the bed above him, his expression serious, and couldn’t help but say, “Didn’t you say you were going to do me?”
“!!!” A jolt went through Qi Xiao, and he almost lost control.
“C-can I?”
Fu Yunzhi tilted his head, his cheeks slightly red. “If you want to do something, then do it.”
Qi Xiao was stunned, petrified. Ten thousand grass mud horses galloped through his mind, and on each of their heads were two shining words: Jackpot!
Seeing Qi Xiao’s silly and happy expression, as if he had been hit by a pie from the sky, Fu Yunzhi smiled and proactively wrapped his arms around his waist.
Qi Xiao could no longer hold back. He lowered his head and kissed Fu Yunzhi’s lips fiercely, his hands also getting restless.
A long, long time ago, he had fantasized about this day. At that time, he had told himself that if this day ever came, he must be restrained and gentle.
But now, watching Fu Yunzhi moan, cry, and scream beneath him, revealing expressions he had never seen before, let alone being gentle and restrained, he couldn’t even maintain his sanity. He only wanted to bully him more, to make the person beneath him show more expressions, to be moved by his actions, to be helplessly controlled by him.
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Yunzhi finally couldn’t take it anymore and begged for mercy.
“Call me husband.”
Fu Yunzhi shook his head, sobbing.
“Call me husband.”
“Wuu… husband… husband…”
Qi Xiao kissed his forehead. “Good boy.”
“Since wifey is so good, then husband will give you some more rewards…”
A taste of the forbidden fruit, a moment of spring night worth a thousand gold.
The sandstorm finally passed. Rong Feijun took off the outer robe covering him and returned it to Wulanbaer, who was behind him.
“Thank you.” A hint of guilt flashed in his eyes.
Wulanbaer took the robe and put it on, acting as if nothing had happened. “It’s fine. I have thick skin.”
After putting it on, he couldn’t help but sniff his sleeve. “Does Your Majesty have some kind of scent on you? It’s quite fragrant.”
Rong Feijun was taken aback. This topic felt a little strange…
He pointed to the sachet at his waist. “It’s a calming incense, to help with sleep.” Rubbing his temples and forcing himself to endure the discomfort, he said, “Let’s have everyone continue forward.”
Wulanbaer patted the horse beneath him to make it stand up, then shouted, “Continue forward!”
Seeing Wulanbaer turn sideways and tie his saddle to his own horse, Rong Feijun turned his head in surprise. “Is the King of Shahan not riding his own horse?”
“Your Majesty’s physical condition is very poor. Very, very poor,” Wulanbaer said. “It’s better if I ride with you. Otherwise, you might fall off your horse.”
“I’m fine,” Rong Feijun said, untying the connected saddles. “Please go back.”
“I know your condition best,” Wulanbaer frowned. “There’s no need to act strong in front of me.”
“Please go back! Does the King of Shahan want me to be carried into the city by someone, looking weak in front of the army?!”
Wulanbaer snorted and dismounted.
Rong Feijun gripped the reins tightly and said, word by word, “I will definitely make it to the capital.”
“…” Looking at his determined eyes, Wulanbaer said, “Actually, even emperors have times when they can’t hold on. Can’t you be weak? It’s not wrong to rely on others occasionally.”
Rong Feijun’s heart was moved, but in the end, he said nothing.
The large procession continued forward, with Rong Feijun and Wulanbaer still riding at the front. Wulanbaer no longer insisted on what to do with him. He had already made himself clear. If Rong Feijun couldn’t hold on, he would naturally come to him. If he didn’t, then he was just asking for trouble. Whether he lived or died, he didn’t plan on getting involved and making a fool of himself.
