Chapter 73: Ecstasy
The city wall was silent, as if a curse had been cast upon it. Everyone was petrified, staring blankly at Feng Qi. The only sound was that of the enemy army, which had already retreated from below the city wall, and the Bei Miao soldiers who were in hot pursuit.
The banners of Nanxiang followed closely behind the imperial banner of Bei Miao. With a closer look, one could see that the reinforcements were all people from Nanxiang, holding the unique Water Dragon Spears of their country.
The soldiers were just puzzled. Why would the Emperor, who should have been recuperating in the palace, appear outside the city wall with reinforcements—the grand army of Nanxiang? Could it be that there was a plan they didn’t know about? But for those in the know, like Yu Jiu and Li Huaisheng, their jaws were about to dislocate in shock.
The late Emperor… had come back from the dead and had even reached an agreement with Nanxiang?!
Wen Ning’an stood up straight, broke free from Yu Jiu’s embrace, and ran down the city wall as if flying. For a moment, his ears were filled with only the sound of that person’s horse’s hooves, and his eyes saw only that person’s figure.
Li Huaisheng was the first to react and shouted anxiously, “Slow down! Take care of His Highness the Crown Prince, His Highness the Crown Prince!”
Feng Qi heard his shout and raised an eyebrow slightly.
His Highness the Crown Prince?
Could it be…
Feng Qi’s heart was a mixture of shock and joy, but he didn’t dare to be sure, for fear that the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. Little did he know that the people on the city wall who were in the know were all terrified at this moment. Wen Ning’an wasn’t walking or running, but flying down, right?
His steps were so light, could he have been using his lightness skill?
Feng Qi pulled on the reins and had his horse gallop towards Wen Ning’an. As he got close, he bent down and, with a strong arm, pulled him up onto the horse. Wen Ning’an only felt a strong gust of wind, and then he was in a warm embrace, held tightly.
It was the familiar scent of dragon’s saliva incense.
He had been holding this person’s clothes every night to be able to fall asleep. He would definitely not be mistaken.
Wen Ning’an’s arms wrapped tightly around Feng Qi’s neck, and Feng Qi also held his chin. The two of them could no longer hold back and, regardless of the others watching, they kissed each other excitedly in the snow. Feng Qi’s kisses had never been a light touch; they were always full of a sense of possession. But this time, Wen Ning’an also took the initiative to press his lips against his, cooperating with his passion, greedily and fiercely dancing with that softness as if it were a long-awaited rain, desperately feeling each other’s breath.
Wen Ning’an excitedly met Feng Qi’s deep, dark eyes. His own radiant features were reflected in that gentle sea.
Their lips and tongues intertwined, holding each other tightly. Seeing the person in his arms’ lips tremble, his body go limp and slightly heave, as if he were suppressing something, Feng Qi shook his head, whipped the reins, and had the horse take them away from the city wall…
The people on the city wall saw His Highness and His Majesty, riding on the same horse, disappear into the distance.
When they reached a dark, deserted alley, Feng Qi stroked Wen Ning’an’s head and smiled. “If you want to cry, then cry.”
Wen Ning’an buried his head in Feng Qi’s chest, his body trembling violently.
Feng Qi only felt the front of his robe slowly get wet. He gently patted Wen Ning’an’s back and said softly, “Sorry, I scared you. Don’t cry. Look, am I not back?”
“Huaitian…” Wen Ning’an could no longer hold back and burst into tears, letting out all the emotions that had been building up these past few days.
This was the first time Feng Qi had seen Wen Ning’an cry so wretchedly. He felt both happy and heartbroken.
“If you cry anymore, your eyes will swell. Don’t cry.”
Wen Ning’an was choked by his own tears and coughed a few times, but he still couldn’t catch his breath. His body was still trembling, and he was heaving so much that Feng Qi couldn’t help but lower his head again and block all the sobs and cries.
“Yixin, calm down, calm down.”
Wen Ning’an kept gasping for air. He reached out and touched Feng Qi’s cheek, then said hoarsely, “It’s really you.”
At this moment, Wen Ning’an’s face was a mess, tears streaming down, and his voice was a little nasal. Feng Qi found it inexplicably cute. He pinched his nose. “Silly, with you here, how could I bear to die? Even if I were in the underworld now, seeing you like this, I would have to crawl back.”
With that, Feng Qi felt extremely fortunate and said in a low voice, “Luckily, you didn’t do anything foolish.”
“Now that you’re back, I won’t do anything foolish.” After a pause, Wen Ning’an said, “Last night in the snow, I had originally given up…”
The last bit of lingering hope had been completely covered by the white snow, but now it had been rekindled. Feng Qi was always like this. Whenever he had given up, he would suddenly appear, always keeping his soul hanging, his feet off the ground, only able to feel at ease by holding on tightly to the person before him.
But Wen Ning’an was willing.
Feng Qi sighed and looked at Wen Ning’an’s ceremonial robes, saying with admiration, “Yixin, you are very strong.” After speaking, he couldn’t help but pull him into his embrace again and said in a low voice, “As expected of my person. You have always been so courageous.”
Making him more and more fascinated, falling deeper and deeper.
But Wen Ning’an knew in his heart how weak and delicate he was in front of Feng Qi. Whether galloping on the battlefield or guarding the country alone, at this moment, being gently held by Feng Qi, he still couldn’t control himself, crying like a spoiled child, unable to stop.
“I don’t want to be strong anymore,” Wen Ning’an wiped his tears. “From now on, I just want to rely on you, to watch over you.”
He didn’t want to be stubborn anymore.
Feng Qi lowered his head and kissed his forehead.
“Rest assured. I won’t leave again.”
Wen Ning’an still couldn’t stop his tears. Feng Qi didn’t coax him anymore and simply held him with one arm to keep him from falling, while his other hand began to move restlessly.
Wen Ning’an was startled and said with a trembling voice, “We’ll… we’ll be seen!”
“If you’re quieter, they won’t,” Feng Qi’s eyes were bloodshot. He looked at Wen Ning’an as if he were a sumptuous feast. “I haven’t touched you in so long.”
“Yixin, I miss you so much, both you as a person and your body.” Feng Qi panted softly, his eyes a little sore.
“I… I do too.” Wen Ning’an didn’t want to recall how he had spent these past few days at all.
After one round, seeing that Feng Qi was still full of energy and seemed about to go for real, Wen Ning’an suddenly regained his reason. “Huaitian, no!”
Feng Qi’s eyes were scarlet, and he couldn’t hear a thing.
“Huaitian!” Wen Ning’an grabbed his hand. “The child is only three months old. No.”
Feng Qi was stunned, staring blankly at him.
“Child?”
Wen Ning’an lowered his head. “His courtesy name is Guilong, Long’er. I wanted to wait for you to come back to decide on his name.”
Feng Qi’s mouth fell open, dumbfounded.
Yixin is carrying his child…
“Long… Long’er…” At this moment, Feng Qi felt as if a pie had fallen from the sky. He was ecstatic but didn’t know how to express it, not even knowing where to put his hands and feet.
“It’s my child, our child of flesh and blood…” Feng Qi couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Unlike Wen Ning’an, he had never been a person who particularly liked children, but the thought that this was a new life conceived with Wen Ning’an, a part of each of them, made him feel both happy and warm.
“For Long’er’s sake, let’s just endure it for now.” Feng Qi took a deep breath. “I need to go and douse myself with cold water.”
Just as Wen Ning’an was about to say something, Feng Qi tapped his lips. “I know what you want to say. Don’t worry about the battlefield. Everything is already settled. The Li family won’t be able to jump around for much longer. It’s better to have some tender moments with me.”
The two of them held each other and returned to the palace.
After they returned to the bedchamber, Fu Che, seeing Feng Qi, immediately exclaimed and knelt down.
“Your-Your Majesty!”
Seeing Fu Che’s tear-streaked face, Feng Qi smiled. “Why does everyone have to cry when they see me?”
Fu Che immediately stood up. “This old servant was just too excited. It’s truly the heavens’ mercy! The heavens’ blessing! This old servant will go and prepare a hot bath for Your Majesty and His Highness.”
After Fu Che left, Feng Qi pulled Wen Ning’an to sit by the bed. “Come, come, Yixin, sit down quickly. You can’t overexert yourself.”
He also sat down by the bed.
Wen Ning’an had now completely calmed down. He took a deep breath and asked, “Huaitian, how did you come back? That Jueyan Cliff is bottomless, and why did you…”
Just as Feng Qi was about to answer, he saw from the corner of his eye one of his inner robes at the head of the bed. Wen Ning’an followed his teasing gaze, was startled, and was about to put it away, but Feng Qi, with his quick eyes and hands, snatched it away.
“Hmm?” Feng Qi looked at the crumpled clothes in his hand, blinked, and smiled. “Yixin, during the time I was gone, were you doing some shameful things with my clothes?”
“No.” Wen Ning’an’s earlobes and cheeks were a deep red. He frowned and stood up, wanting to snatch the clothes back, but Feng Qi hid them behind his back.
“Yixin, how can you seduce me like this?”
“I really didn’t!” Wen Ning’an couldn’t get it back, and he was even pulled into Feng Qi’s embrace, as if he had thrown himself at him.
Feng Qi seemed to be pleased, a smile in his eyes.
Wen Ning’an had no choice but to confess, “I really didn’t. It’s just that I couldn’t sleep without holding it… I just draped it over me, nothing more.”
Feng Qi stared at him. He finally tasted what it was like to shoot himself in the foot. Hearing his words, he felt as if his heart were being pricked by a needle. He finally sighed. “Yixin, I can’t take it when you’re like this.”
His heart ached, and the wicked fire in his belly grew stronger and stronger. The desire he had been desperately suppressing on the way back was now burning again, as if it were about to consume him.
He finally couldn’t hold back and pushed Wen Ning’an down onto the bed.
“Huaitian!”
Feng Qi’s voice was low and hoarse. “I’m going crazy! I won’t go in, just rub against you. Trust me, let me rub against you.”
Wen Ning’an pursed his lips and, in the end, said nothing.
Fu Che, outside, heard the commotion in the room. He was first worried about the little crown prince in Wen Ning’an’s belly, but after listening for a while and seeing that there was no serious trouble, he ordered the servants to stand by, ready with hot water, and not to let anyone else disturb them.
The news of the victory had already reached the capital, and this riot had finally been quelled. His Majesty and His Highness, after a long separation, would probably want to have a tender night.
