Your Majesty, We’re Counting on You to Ruin the Country! 63

Chapter 63: ★Short Extra★

Yixin had left.

Yixin didn’t want him anymore…

Feng Qi sat leaning against the bed, dark circles under his eyes, his hair a little messy, looking utterly disheveled. The chains by the bed had not yet been removed, and they clanged in the wind. The mess in the surroundings from the conflict with Wen Ning’an had also not been cleaned up.

Feng Qi sighed. This was all my fault…

“Your Majesty…”

Feng Jun walked in quietly, holding a pot, but in the pot was only a single, large white flower. The flower was shaped like a lily, but it was stranger than a lily.

After taking a few gulps of wine, Feng Qi said fiercely, “Scram!”

“Your Majesty, this is a strange flower tributed from the Western Regions. It is said to be able to calm the mind and soothe the soul, allowing Your Majesty to have a good night’s sleep.” As he spoke, Feng Jun, ignoring Feng Qi’s wishes, placed the pot of flowers in a corner of the room and then slipped away.

His Majesty had not yet recovered. Who would be so foolish as to be in the eye of the storm?

Looking at the strangely lush white flower, Feng Qi let out a “tsk” and had the servants bring more wine.

“Your Majesty, your wine…”

A young eunuch tremblingly placed the wine jar in front of Feng Qi.

Feng Qi narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

Why is this young eunuch’s figure swaying and blurry?

The room was filled with the fragrance of the flower, a decadent and overflowing scent.

“Ngh…”

Feng Qi’s head drooped, and he fell asleep just like that.

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Drip, drop.

Feng Qi’s eyes flew open, but he only felt a bone-chilling cold wash over him. He touched his face; it was wet.

Looking around, he saw that he was in a training ground. The vast training ground was filled with weapons, but there was no sign of life. A downpour was falling, and his eardrums were ringing from the sound of the rain.

“Swoosh—”

Feng Qi turned his head and saw a figure practicing with a sword in the rain not far away.

Wen Ning’an?

Feng Qi immediately quickened his pace and walked towards the figure. Sure enough, he saw Wen Ning’an, drenched like a drowned rat, practicing the Wen family’s sword technique with a long sword.

However, strangely, Wen Ning’an’s height and appearance seemed to be different from the present… He looked much younger, a young man who had just grown into his body.

“Yixin…”

How could Wen Ning’an be here, and how could I be here… What on earth is going on?

“Your-Your Majesty, how did you come here? Isn’t today Your Majesty’s wedding day with Miss Li…” Wen Ning’an seemed a little confused, and also a little happy.

The wedding day with Li Luoyan?

A sharp pain shot through Feng Qi’s heart. So…

That flower is truly magical. It can actually let people return to the past.

Seeing Wen Ning’an’s flushed face, Feng Qi asked softly, “Have you been drinking?”

“I have…” Wen Ning’an, in a daze, unsteadily reached out and put his arm around Feng Qi’s shoulder. “I have to march tomorrow, hic, I accidentally drank too much. I’m standing in the rain to see, to sober up.”

Feng Qi had never thought that Wen Ning’an had such a side to him, to be so out of control for a private matter, even to the point of delaying his official duties. In his memory, Wen Ning’an had always been prim and proper, his heart set on the battlefield, with a clear distinction between right and wrong, public and private.

He only knew today that so many years ago, Wen Ning’an had been so heartbroken over his marriage to Li Luoyan.

“Yixin…”

Feng Qi bent down and held Wen Ning’an tightly, his voice a little choked.

“I will definitely treat you well in the future, I will definitely treat you very well… Forgive me…”

Feng Qi’s voice was very soft, almost covered by the sound of the pouring rain.

The rain poured down, and the two of them, soaked, held each other tightly. Wen Ning’an only felt his long hair sticking wetly to his neck and cheeks. The wind was bleak, but the embrace was warm.

Wen Ning’an rubbed his head against Feng Qi’s neck and smiled. “I’m dreaming again…”

Feng Qi also felt he was in a dream at this moment, a very real dream.

Looking at the fifteen-year-old Wen Ning’an, Feng Qi gently kissed his forehead. “Yixin, you will meet a better me in the future. Please bear with it a little longer. In a few years, I will definitely compensate you for all the grievances you are suffering now… Just wait for me…”

“Wait for me… wait for me…”

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Feng Qi opened his eyes and saw that he was lying on his own Dragon Bed. His body was warm. Where were the raindrops?

“Your Majesty, you’re finally awake.” Feng Jun, who was waiting by the bed, immediately let out a sigh of relief and patted his chest. “You fainted after your younger brother left. You scared me to death. I thought that flower was poisonous.”

“That flower… does it have demonic power?” Feng Qi frowned. Otherwise, how could he have…

“Huh?” Feng Jun blinked. “Your Majesty is joking. It’s just an ordinary flower. Could there be something strange about it?”

Seeing Feng Qi’s silence, Feng Jun took it as a default. He was startled and immediately picked up the flower. “That’s no good. If this flower is harmful to Your Majesty’s dragon body, then your younger brother had better throw it away.”

Feng Qi was noncommittal. This flower was indeed strange. But…

Feng Qi looked at his own empty hands and turned his head to call for Fu Che.

“Does Your Majesty have any orders?”

“Prepare. I am going to the frontier.”