Chapter 50: A Slight Rise, A Mark of Respect Part 2

He drew the dagger from his waist. With a flash of cold steel, he sliced a deep gash into his own neck without hesitation.

Blood surged forth. Gu Huaiyu moved by instinct. He sat astride Jingyi’s waist, his legs clamping tightly around the general’s lean frame as his lips and tongue pressed against the gruesome wound.

It wasn’t a gentle lick. It was a violent, desperate suction.

“Ugh…!”

Jingyi’s muscles bunched. The sensation was so intense his scalp went numb; his already tight trousers felt as though they might burst.

To make matters worse, Gu Huaiyu was unconsciously rubbing against him, letting out small, broken moans that made his head spin.

This was going to be the death of him.

He was forced to lean back, lying flat on the floor with Gu Huaiyu on top of him. He cupped the back of the Chancellor’s head with one hand, refusing to interrupt the feeding. His other hand pinned Gu Huaiyu’s waist, holding him still. If he kept rubbing like that, something irreversible was going to happen.

Gu Huaiyu ignored everything, greedily swallowing every drop of blood that welled up.

As the wound began to heal under the influence of the Nine Li Blood, he let out a dissatisfied “Mm,” his fingernails digging into Jingyi’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry…”

Jingyi’s voice was unrecognizable. He didn’t hesitate to slice a new opening, deeper than the last.

The moment the blood gushed, Gu Huaiyu pressed his lips to it like a parched beast, drinking fiercely and urgently.

Jingyi tilted his head back, gasping as he allowed the man to take whatever he wanted. Every surge of suction felt like an electric current—an indescribable pleasure. For the first time, he felt grateful for his unique constitution.

Because of this body, Gu Huaiyu would press close to “kiss” him again and again.

Truly, you in me and I in you—a total blending of essence.

By the time the third wound ran dry, Gu Huaiyu finally stopped.

His body felt warm, and a rare flush of color returned to his face. The reason he had lost to the pain was slowly flowing back into his mind.

He closed his eyes to steady himself. When he opened them again, those beautiful eyes had regained their clarity, though they were now filled with a touch of disdain.

He wasn’t disgusted by his loss of composure, but rather by the “uncultured” manner in which he had consumed the Nine Li Blood.

A Chancellor of the Great Chen, drinking blood by gnawing on a man’s neck?

If one wanted to drink such precious blood, it should be collected in a bowl, warmed, and paired with spices to remove the gaminess before it could be considered palatable.

Gu Huaiyu propped himself up to leave, but he suddenly felt a strange sensation beneath him. He looked down—

The scene before him was so unexpected that he froze for a heartbeat before realizing what it was. His expression instantly turned frigid.

“Pei Du.” He looked up, his voice like ice. “What is this?”

Pei Jingyi hadn’t wanted him to see it, but his “assets” were too substantial, and they were physically too close to hide.

He decided to just sprawl out on the floor, resting his head on his arms. He said non-chalantly, “It is your subordinate’s personal weapon.”

Seeing Gu Huaiyu’s brow darken, he laughed with reckless abandon. “My Lord is a scholar. Should it be called a ‘Jade Flute’ or an ‘Azure Blade’?”

Gu Huaiyu’s hands had caused the deaths of countless people, but this was the first time he used them to personally strike someone.

Slap!

The blow wasn’t heavy, but it was incredibly loud, leaving a clear red mark on Pei Jingyi’s cheek.

Gu Huaiyu narrowed his eyes, rubbing his tingling palm. He spoke each word with deliberate weight. “Do you take me for some common whore from the entertainment quarters?”

If he were a common whore, Pei Jingyi wouldn’t have felt a spark of interest. But this was Gu Huaiyu.

The only person in the world who understood his ambitions. The only person he would willingly bow to. The only person who could stand beside him to achieve greatness.

He knew that harboring such thoughts was a desecration, an absurdity, a filthy thing that should never see the light of day.

But that “thing” was disobedient. It wasn’t controlled by logic. It reacted only to Gu Huaiyu, and even its master couldn’t restrain it.

Jingyi’s cheek burned, yet he felt inexplicably more excited. He licked his lips, offering the only explanation he had: “My Lord is as beautiful as a celestial. I am a man in his prime. You were just wriggling on top of me—how was I supposed to control my ‘weapon’?”

Gu Huaiyu’s face was a mask of cold indifference. He fought the urge to kick the man. He was currently a “tiger in the plains,” and it wasn’t time to kill the donkey after it had finished its work.

But for this dog to dare brandish a weapon at him meant it was time to tighten the leash.

Gu Huaiyu suddenly smiled.