The General Who Only Knows How to Spoil His Beloved and Write Stories 68

Chapter 68: Qaxi

On the vast sea of sand, a single camel trudged along, carrying two people.

Wulanbaer held Rong Feijun, who was in front of him, and pointed to the outline of the city wall not far away with a smile. “See? We’re almost there.”

Rong Feijun nodded. This time, he didn’t resist as he had before and obediently nestled in his arms, wrapped in a thick cloak, almost completely shielded from the wind and sand.

Before entering the city, he said, “Let me down. It’s not very appropriate for us to enter the city like this, all cuddled up…”

He himself didn’t mind being intimate with him, but if the news of the King of Langxuan, the ruler of the world, being held like a little wife by another man, by another king, were to spread, it wouldn’t be good if the other kings heard about it.

“You want to walk?” Wulanbaer asked.

“It’s better than this.”

He smiled and shook his head. He draped his outer robe over Rong Feijun’s shoulders, then jumped off the camel and, holding the reins, slowly led it into the city.

Rong Feijun wanted to say something else, but he had already led the camel through the city gate. After entering the city, as expected, he saw the people of Shahan warmly welcoming them on the streets.

“Karong! Karong!”

“Long live Karong—”

Wulanbaer smiled and, holding Rong Feijun’s hand, said, “Qaxi.”

As soon as his voice fell, the surroundings fell silent, dead silent. The people of Shahan stared at Rong Feijun with wide eyes, no one speaking.

What’s wrong? Rong Feijun wondered.

“Wulanbaer, they…”

“Qaxi————”

A sudden burst of cheers drowned out his voice. The people of Shahan were so excited their eyes turned red, and they happily shouted “Qaxi.”

“What does Qaxi mean?”

Wulanbaer winked. “Guess.”

On the way to the palace, women and children all ran to his side to offer him beautiful flowers. The calls of “Karong” and “Qaxi” were endless.

The people of Shahan showed him their biggest smiles. He felt their goodwill and no longer dwelled on the meaning of the word.

Wulanbaer was leading the camel, walking beside him, while he sat on the camel, welcomed by all the people. For some reason, he felt a little shy and warm.

This person must be doing this on purpose! He just loves to play these kinds of tricks…

But these tricks, he liked them very much.

As they walked, he asked, “This isn’t the way to the palace, is it?”

“No, we’re going to the shrine first.”

After turning a corner and entering the path to the shrine, the crowd dispersed, the cheers gradually faded, and the surroundings became quiet.

“Feijun,” Wulanbaer said, “we’ve already done the Langxuan wedding ceremony, but not the Shahan one. I want to do it. Will you accompany me?”

“Of course,” Rong Feijun smiled. “I’ll listen to you.”

The shrine was the same as when he had come before, high up as if in the clouds, with the nine hundred and ninety-nine ancient steps still there.

“Come down,” Wulanbaer smiled. “I’ll carry you up.”

Rong Feijun remembered what he had said before, that the people of Shahan would carry their wives up to pray for Tataliya’s blessing. He turned his head slightly and said awkwardly, “Alright.”

He leaned against his back, swaying with his steps.

“Wulanbaer… why do you like me?”

“There’s a reason to dislike someone,” he smiled, “but does there have to be a reason to like someone?”

“Of course there is.”

“Then tell me your reason for liking me.”

“You’re very good to me…” Rong Feijun smiled.

And you’re also very handsome. No one has ever made me feel so handsome and charming, making me want to get close, to rely on, and to feel safe. Of course, he would never say this, even if he were to die.

Wulanbaer frowned and, after thinking for a moment, said, “I really don’t know. You were pleasing to the eye, so I pursued you.”

“…You must not love me anymore.”

“The ruler of the world,” Wulanbaer smiled, “are you being unreasonable?”

“Mm, yes, I’m being unreasonable. If you don’t solve this, then you don’t like me anymore.”

“There really is no reason. It’s just that seeing you makes me happy, so I can’t help but want to be with you always. If you really want to know, why don’t I tell you tonight? Heh heh, you say I don’t love you. Tonight, I’ll do you until you can’t get out of bed, to prove how much I love you.”

“…”

“Feijun, why aren’t you talking anymore?”

“…” Heh heh, refusing to chat.

Wulanbaer carried him up all the steps to the shrine. Holding his hand, he led him to the statue of Tataliya and knelt down to pray sincerely.

“My goddess, Rong Feijun is my beloved. Please bless him with a life of peace and joy. And please bless us so that we can grow old together under your care…”

Before Tataliya, Wulanbaer gently pulled him close and lightly touched his forehead.

“You are my Qaxi, my eternal Qaxi.”

His words and sweet nothings were very moving, but what he did was even more so. Rong Feijun felt he no longer needed to investigate the meaning of Qaxi, because he had felt it with his heart and understood.

“You too, my eternal Karong…”