Your Majesty, We’re Counting on You to Ruin the Country! 57

Chapter 57: Punishment

“This is it.” Beside the tent, An Su carefully handed a wooden box to Qin Zhaohuang.

Qin Zhaohuang took it without checking, just putting it away and saying seriously to An Su, “You and Wang Zhengyi travel the world and can collect many goods. Try to find ‘Qianchen.’ It is the only antidote for the poison in your body.”

[Translator’s Notes: Qianchen : This literally means “former dust” or “the past.” It’s a poetic name for the antidote.]

An Su was stunned, his face pale. “How did you know!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Wang Zhengyi. I figured it out myself.” Qin Zhaohuang blinked. “I’m a fortune-teller, and I’m always right. Your body is shrouded in dark clouds, and the demon of illness is clamoring. I saw it at a glance.”

With that, Qin Zhaohuang sighed. “The army has really been shrouded in dark clouds recently.”

Feng Qi’s life was in danger, and a deadly poison had been lurking in An Su’s body for a long time.

Although An Su didn’t quite understand what Qin Zhaohuang was saying, he still asked, “My body… will it not affect the army’s fortune? Big Brother Wang just told me that he wants to travel with the army.”

Wang Zhengyi and Wen Ning’an had reached a consensus. The army would protect the caravan, and the caravan would provide supplies. In a way, the caravan was at a loss, but Wang Zhengyi didn’t mind at all, saying he would even give it to Wen Ning’an for free.

“Of course it won’t. The little one in your belly might even bring us a heaven-sent joy. Besides…” Qin Zhaohuang said proudly, “with a good omen like me around, what’s there to be afraid of!”

An Su smiled. “I have long heard that the National Preceptor, Qin, because of his excellent birth chart and fate, so uniquely blessed as to be unprecedented, was welcomed into the divine hall by the Fengtian Temple to pray for Bei Miao before he even came of age.”

“That’s right. On the day I was born, the tiles on my house collapsed in a storm, and my mother was seriously ill for two years after that.”

An Su: “…”

What?

Qin Zhaohuang said mysteriously, “You don’t know. It sounds like an ominous sign, but when the people from the Fengtian Temple came when I was ten, they explained that the so-called collapse of the roof tiles was actually because my family had been merchants for generations. After becoming rich, their hands were naturally not very clean, and the people of the Qin family were not very conscientious, so they had accumulated a lot of bad karma. I was the one who expelled all this ominous qi, and in turn, just made the roof tiles collapse, letting the evil spirits be carried away by the storm. The Qin family thus escaped a great disaster. And my mother had a serious illness. If not for that illness flaring up and being discovered, and being treated for two years, she would have sooner or later been tormented to death by the chronic disease in her body.”

An Su nodded blankly.

Qin Zhaohuang spread his hands and continued, “But how would an ordinary person know these things? So before I was ten, I was still treated as a jinx. I couldn’t even eat my fill.”

Seeing An Su lost in thought, Qin Zhaohuang smiled. “So anything is possible. The demon of illness can disappear, and even the King of Hell can be sent away. There’s nothing to be afraid of with Wangchuan.”

It would have been better not to say anything, but with this comfort, An Su couldn’t help but his eyes turn red.

“I… I’m a little scared…” An Su gasped. “There is no cure for Wangchuan.”

An Su didn’t want to die. He wanted to live a happy and peaceful life with Wang Zhengyi and their child. He wanted to watch their child grow up with Wang Zhengyi and finally grow old with him, returning to peace.

“Who says there isn’t? Isn’t Qianchen the one? Although it’s hard to find, it doesn’t mean it can’t be found.”

Qin Zhaohuang added, “Why don’t you tell Wang Zhengyi? Don’t bear it alone. I see that most of the illness demon around you is born from your own soul. You must know that depression can lead to illness, right?”

An Su nodded.

“Thank you…”

The night was deep, and the temperature had dropped a lot, the cold gradually replacing the heat. Wen Ning’an, through Wang Zhengyi’s connection, had found the best inn in the small town for Feng Qi.

Although it was the best, it was still simple and old. But Wen Ning’an had no choice. A spacious bed was better than being cooped up in a carriage. The dust and cobwebs could be cleaned, and if the bed was too hard, he could make do with the silk and animal skin pillows or cushions from the carriage.

After taking the Hongqing Dan, Feng Qi felt even more uncomfortable. No, it should be said that he had never felt so uncomfortable before. Wen Ning’an was so panicked he was at a loss, but Qin Zhaohuang and the others firmly said that this was normal. Hongqing Dan could remove all pain, but how could there be such a good thing in this world? If one wanted to be free from the torment of the poison or illness in their body from now on, they had to endure the first night. The first time Hongqing Dan worked, it was said to be excruciating.

Feng Qi lay on the bed, panting slightly, a cold sweat dripping from his temples.

With a “creak,” the old wooden door was pushed open. Wen Ning’an walked in with a wooden basin full of hot water.

Feng Qi forced a smile. “You’re back.”

Wen Ning’an placed the wooden basin by the bed. Feng Qi grabbed his hand. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine after this night. Don’t go out. Aren’t you tired from going back and forth? Rest early. We still have to march tomorrow.”

Seeing Feng Qi’s other hand tightly clutching the bedsheets, his voice as faint as a thread, Wen Ning’an’s eyes stung, and his heart ached. He suppressed the pain in his heart and sat down by the bed, handing a pill to Feng Qi’s lips. “Take this, and it won’t hurt anymore.”

Feng Qi naturally had no doubts about what Wen Ning’an gave him and opened his mouth to swallow it.

Wen Ning’an dipped the towel in the wooden basin and gently wiped Feng Qi’s forehead.

“Yixin, I’m really fine. After this night, I’ll be fine. We’ll think about the future in the future. Don’t cry.”

Wen Ning’an was stunned and smiled. “I’m not crying.”

“Crying in your heart is still crying. I will still feel heartache.” Feng Qi reached out and gently stroked Wen Ning’an’s cheek.

Wen Ning’an shook his head, his tone firm. “I’m not crying. I will definitely find a way. You will be fine. No matter what method, I will not let you die.”

Feng Qi was about to tease him but his whole body stiffened. He felt that something was wrong.

“Yixin… what medicine did you give me?”

Wen Ning’an smiled, turned, and sat astride Feng Qi, taking a rope from the side and tying his hands behind his head.

Feng Qi was startled and raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

Wen Ning’an said, “Punishment.”

What Wen Ning’an had given Feng Qi was a “stimulating” drug that made both his emotions and his body rise. Feng Qi only felt a hot and painful swelling below his abdomen. He said in a hoarse voice, “Yixin, you…”

Wen Ning’an pulled off Feng Qi’s upper garment and smiled. “That’s for locking me up last time. This time, I’m getting my revenge.”

Feng Qi stared blankly at Wen Ning’an.

What are you talking about?

Revenge?

Really?

Ignoring the disbelief on Feng Qi’s face, Wen Ning’an lowered his head and kissed his lips.

Qin Zhaohuang had said that if he wanted to alleviate Feng Qi’s discomfort, he should use lust to cover up the pain of the drug’s onset. Lust was always the easiest emotion to produce, the one that could most easily control the body and emotions.

Wen Ning’an’s kiss was a little clumsy. In the end, it was Feng Qi who took the lead, guiding his tongue to dance, the tip of his tongue constantly scraping and teasing his sensitive upper palate and teeth. Wen Ning’an felt suffocated, a numbing pleasure coming from his lips and spreading through his body.

Feng Qi said in a low voice with a smile, “Yixin, you still want to be the one on top? Without that thing to excite you, I can make you melt into a pool of spring water with just my mouth.”

Feng Qi’s eyes were full of teasing and a surging desire from the drug, mixed with a few hard-to-detect traces of gentleness. Wen Ning’an was furious. He took off his belt and blindfolded Feng Qi’s eyes.

Wen Ning’an looked at Feng Qi in a daze. His strong chest and the proud thing below him, but his hands were tied, and his eyes were covered by a dark cloth. He felt… incredibly fatal.

And after his vision was plunged into darkness, Feng Qi was first stunned, then thought to himself, I was indeed too much to Wen Ning’an in the past… It’s fine to let him be happy once now.

Remembering the scene when he had bound and imprisoned Wen Ning’an, Feng Qi finally gave up resisting and quietly waited for him to take his pleasure.

A rustling sound came from his ear. It must be Wen Ning’an taking off his own clothes.

Although Feng Qi couldn’t see at this moment, just imagining Wen Ning’an’s beautifully lined body in his mind made him even more excited and eager.

“Thud—”

The sound of a lid being opened, followed by a decadent fragrance.

Feng Qi sighed.

As long as it’s my beloved, it doesn’t matter. If it’s Yixin, anything is fine. Besides, this was the first time Wen Ning’an had taken the initiative. He felt that such a Wen Ning’an was so sexy and charming that he was irresistible.

The ambiguous sound of water came from his ear. Feng Qi only felt a wet warmth enveloping him.

…

“?!” Feng Qi was horrified and said with a trembling voice, “Yixin, you…”

“Ngh… ah…” Wen Ning’an’s hands were weakly propped on Feng Qi’s abdomen, and an uncontrollable moan escaped his lips.

Feng Qi was completely stunned, feeling as if he had suddenly flown to the clouds.

Yixin, he…

“Hiss—”

Wen Ning’an, his eyes hazy, saw Feng Qi use his strength and easily tear open the ropes that bound his hands. Before he could react, Feng Qi suddenly got up and pressed him down.

And that thing had been inside him all along. With such a large movement and force, Wen Ning’an’s eyes went white, and the pain made tears well up, and he couldn’t help but cry out.

“My darling…” A rain of kisses fell on Wen Ning’an’s cheek. Feng Qi smiled. “I like this kind of punishment. Continue to punish me…”

Feng Qi’s eyes were bloodshot, partly due to the aphrodisiac, and partly because a long drought had finally met with sweet rain. After so long without being intimate with Wen Ning’an, he now felt like a fish returning to the sea, so ecstatic he wanted to roar.

“Mmph…!”

A night of pleasure.