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Ye Chuanze arrived at Purple Cloud Palace, where Haotian was squatting outside the main gate. Upon seeing him, Haotian quickly stood up to greet him.
"Senior Brother Ye, you're here."
"It's Haotian! It's been a while since I visited Purple Cloud Palace. How have you and Yaochi been?" Ye Chuanze asked with a smile.
"Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother. Yaochi and I are doing well," Haotian replied, pausing for a moment, his expression hesitant.
Noticing his demeanor, Ye Chuanze asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen with Master?"
"It seems that Master is in a bad mood today! Senior Brother... be careful," Haotian warned after a moment of hesitation.
Upon hearing this, Ye Chuanze couldn't help but look surprised. Hongjun was usually calm and indifferent, rarely showing any emotional fluctuations. After merging with the Dao, he became even more inscrutable, making it hard for others to guess his thoughts. Sometimes, Ye Chuanze even maliciously speculated that perhaps Hongjun had extinguished all emotions and was left with just a shell! This was also one of the main reasons why Ye Chuanze often teased and provoked him; no one would want the person they cared about to be an emotionless puppet. Ye Chuanze was merely seeking reassurance of Hongjun's feelings for him in another way. However, this reason was buried deep within him; he wasn't even aware of it himself or perhaps he was aware but unwilling to admit it. Essentially, Ye Chuanze was quite proud and often spoke without thinking.
Perhaps, Ye Chuanze cared about Hongjun more than he realized.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Chuanze asked, "Has Master been in a bad mood all day today, or...?"
"Master's mood was still fine in the morning. Well... his expression was the same as usual." After thinking for a moment, Haotian added, "He had the same expressionless face as always, but after a few hours, his demeanor suddenly changed for the worse; he looked unhappy."
"Could it be that one of you upset him?" Ye Chuanze inquired.
"Who would dare!" Haotian exclaimed. After saying this, he quickly covered his mouth with his hand and nervously glanced around before leaning closer to Ye Chuanze and whispering, "When Master is in a bad mood, both Yaochi and I try to keep our distance from him, afraid of provoking his anger. We wouldn't dare to intentionally upset him."
"This is strange... Have any of the Three Pure Ones come to see Master?" Ye Chuanze asked again.
"None have come. Besides you, basically no one visits Purple Cloud Palace. Even the Three Pure Ones rarely come," Haotian replied, looking at Ye Chuanze with admiration. "Senior Brother, you're truly impressive." He thought silently to himself that he wasn't afraid of Master at all...
Ye Chuanze rolled his eyes inwardly, muttering a curse at Hongjun for bringing this upon himself, making himself so enigmatic and unapproachable that now he was being stingy and causing everyone to be on edge.
Often provoking Hongjun and teasing him to anger, Ye Chuanze remained calm. He comfortingly patted Haotian on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Junior Brother Haotian, stay calm, don't be afraid. There's nothing to fear; let me go investigate."
Haotian looked at Ye Chuanze entering the Purple Cloud Palace with almost worshipful eyes. A true warrior dares to face the harshness of life, unafraid of power, violence, or the Dao Ancestor!
"If it's my senior brother... it must be fine!" Haotian murmured. "Dao Ancestor has only smiled at my senior brother!"
Since meeting Fuxi, Ye Chuanze seemed to have gained insight, recalling all the kindness Hongjun had shown him in the past. There is a saying that once someone finds another person pleasing to the eye, that person seems perfect in every way; everything they do appears good, even what was once seen as unlikable now seems agreeable.
This was how Ye Chuanze felt now; in his heart, Hongjun was undoubtedly a great master and a perfect lover. He was handsome, powerful, of noble status, and most importantly, he treated him well—only him. He found others displeasing but saw only Hongjun. No, to be precise, he could see no one else; only him existed in his eyes and heart.
With this thought, Ye Chuanze felt a sense of elation and satisfaction. All past grievances and suspicions towards Hongjun vanished completely; his mind was filled only with thoughts of his goodness. He wanted to see Hongjun, more than ever before. He wanted to embrace him, kiss him, and tell him... that he loved him.
No... Ye Chuanze immediately rejected this thought; it was too undignified! If he did that, he believed the usually taciturn man would appear expressionless on the surface but would secretly feel pleased and smug, thinking he had ensnared him and held him firmly in his grasp, believing he could never escape his clutches.
Absolutely not! This could not be tolerated! Ye Chuanze darkened his gaze, determination set in his expression; how could he allow such a thing to happen? Love is a battle between East Wind and West Wind; how could he permit Hongjun to control his feelings and treat him carelessly from then on? He should make him feel pressure; at least let him understand that he was not someone who could be easily dismissed. If he wanted his affection, he needed to first please him and make him satisfied.
The more Ye Chuanze thought about it, the more convinced he became. Thus, he resolved to restrain his feelings for a while and deliberately make things difficult for Hongjun, putting on an act. After coming to this conclusion, Ye Chuanze felt much better. So next... he would send a bouquet to Hongjun! After all, he was my lover. Thinking this way, Ye Chuanze realized he had never given Hongjun a gift before; flowers were perfect for a beautiful person.
Excitedly heading towards the nearby garden filled with vibrant blossoms in full bloom, he reached out to pick a rose. Delightedly imagining how surprised and amazed Hongjun would look when receiving flowers personally delivered by him—his usual expressionless face breaking into a smile—made Ye Chuanze beam with pride as he picked flowers with increasing enthusiasm.
Before long, he held a bouquet of fiery red roses in his hands.
"Senior Brother Ye, what are you doing!?" came an exclamation.
Hearing the voice, Ye Chuanze looked up to see Yaochi standing at a distance with an astonished expression.
"Junior Sister Yaochi, I'm picking flowers!" Ye Chuanze replied cheerfully.
Yaochi was silent for a moment before saying, "This is the flower grown by the master."
"Really?! I didn't expect someone like him to have such... such an elegant hobby." Ye Chuanze thought for a long time before coming up with the word "elegant." In his view, activities like gardening were too feminine; men generally preferred swords and blades, while tending to flowers was something women did. He was extremely surprised that Hongjun, this taciturn and dull iceberg of a man, actually liked to grow flowers.
Yaochi looked at the patchy garden with a worried expression and said, "What should we do?"
"Don't worry," Ye Chuanze comforted her nonchalantly. "The master won't be angry."
Seeing Ye Chuanze completely unaware of the serious mistake he had made, Yaochi became even more anxious. She worried about her senior brother's life.
"Alright, Yaochi. There's no need to worry. As long as I bring these beautiful flowers to the master, he won't just not be angry; he'll be in a better mood!" Ye Chuanze said confidently.
Upon hearing this, Yaochi felt even more sympathy in her gaze. She watched Ye Chuanze leave with a mournful expression. After a moment, she silently turned away, unable to bear looking any longer. "Senior brother..." Yaochi murmured, "Even if you want to give flowers to the master, don't pick the ones he grew! Bringing him flowers grown by someone else... that's just too dismissive."
Yaochi felt that this senior brother, who always seemed so impressive, was surprisingly dull in some aspects! Truly... truly pitiful. Having served beside Hongjun for thousands of years, she understood well that although he appeared cold and rarely got angry, it was only because he didn't care. His strength was so great and his status so high that most people and matters in this world simply did not catch his eye. However, one could say that extremes lead to opposites; for those who caught his eye and were held dear in his heart, Hongjun cared deeply and had an obsession far more intense than ordinary people. Unfortunately, Ye Chuanze was precisely that person who had caught Hongjun's attention and was cherished in his heart.
Unlike the dull-witted fool Haotian, Yaochi had long noticed that Hongjun treated Ye Chuanze differently. Long ago, she had discovered that the usually indifferent and cold-faced Hongjun, who seemed like snow that had not melted on a mountain for a thousand years, had developed emotions at some point. Although this change was quite hopeful, Yaochi still keenly observed it.
The fluctuations of emotions around Hongjun, occasionally reflected in his thoughtful expressions and distant gazes towards the horizon, seemed as if he were thinking of someone far away. Yaochi even secretly speculated about what kind of person could occupy Hongjun's thoughts like this. What kind of person could pull a heartless deity down from their exalted throne and immerse them in the mundane emotions of the world?
From the very first glance at Ye Chuanze, Yaochi knew that this person was the one whom Hongjun had been thinking about all along. Because the way Hongjun looked at him was so different; it was unique... filled with warmth and kindness.
**********
Holding a bouquet of vibrant red roses, Ye Chuanze approached Hongjun, his face lit up with a smile so bright it could blind someone. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks—was that music? How could there be music coming from the Purple Cloud Palace?
Taking a few steps forward through the bamboo grove, Ye Chuanze halted again, staring ahead with surprise.
Before him lay shimmering blue waves stretching endlessly, dotted with green lotus leaves. Corridors spanned across pools, bridges arched over pavilions adorned with glazed tiles; there were pavilions built over water where the sound of music emanated from. The musician playing was none other than Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
Hongjun sat in the pavilion, a guqin placed before him. His purple robe trailed on the ground, and a jade hairpin adorned his head. He lowered his head to play the instrument, his eyelids gently drooping. The long, dark lashes cast a small shadow, giving his indifferent face an air of coldness akin to the icy waters of an ancient glacier, yet he possessed an astonishing beauty, as if he were meticulously carved from the finest white jade.
The sound of his playing was as cool as he was, striking like pearls falling onto a jade plate, resonating deeply within the heart. Each note struck at the most vulnerable parts of one's soul.
Ye Chuanze paused for a moment, collecting himself from his surprise, and walked over with a normal expression. "I never expected to hear you play the guqin! Master."
"However..." Ye Chuanze stopped in front of Hongjun, halting his steps. "You are not suited to play the guqin! Your hands are better suited for wielding a sword."
The music abruptly ceased. Hongjun lifted his head, his chin, white as jade, slightly raised. He looked at Ye Chuanze with calm eyes, devoid of any excess expression, and asked lightly, "Then in your heart, who is more suited to play the guqin?"
"Eh?" Ye Chuanze's eyes widened in surprise at this question. "Why do you ask that?"
"Who is it? Let me guess." Hongjun did not answer but continued speaking to himself. "Is it Fuxi? That man who is always by your side."
"Eh!? Where are Fuxi and I inseparable? Uh... now that you mention it, it does seem like we often spend time together!" Seeing the man before him suddenly change expression at his words, Ye Chuanze chuckled lightly and reassured him, "Alright! That's not the point."
However, it was clear that the man before him did not think so. His frowning displeasure spoke volumes.
"Don't worry about these unimportant matters. Look, this is the flower I picked for you. Isn't it beautiful?" Ye Chuanze presented a rose he had casually picked from the garden along Purple Cloud Palace and smiled brightly. "Do you like it? This is my gift to you; I thought you would appreciate it."
Hongjun looked at the fiery red rose before him and sneered coldly. "Is this your usual tactic? Giving flowers to different men?"
"Uh..." Ye Chuanze blinked. "So you know! About me going to find Fuxi just now."
"You really can't hide anything from me! I must say, Master..." Ye Chuanze suddenly looked serious as he gazed at him. "Are you feeling jealous?"
Hongjun met his gaze with an expressionless face. After a long pause, he snorted softly without answering.
So he really is jealous! Ye Chuanze thought to himself, his smile widening even more. "Although I'm a bit surprised that you knew about me going to find Fuxi, you're mistaken... Master."
"I didn't give him flowers! In this world, the only person I've ever given flowers to is you, Master. The only person I would give flowers to is also you!"
"…"
After a long while, Hongjun finally spoke up, "Then what were you doing with Fuxi just now?"
"You mean this?" Ye Chuanze plucked a Rose from the bouquet in his hands and tucked it behind Hongjun's ear, saying, "This isn't giving flowers; it's just a joke."
Hongjun lifted his head, his dark eyes as deep as the night sky gazing at him. His silver hair fell beside his ears, with a bright red rose nestled in it, adding a hint of color to his cool and handsome face.
A breeze picked up, carrying the fragrance of the rose through the air.
Ye Chuanze looked back at Hongjun, his expression serious as he said, "Choosing the most beautiful and vibrant flower from the garden with care, holding these lovely blooms in my hands, and personally giving them to… someone dear to me—that is what it means to give flowers. Only flowers given this way hold meaning."
A moment of silent stillness followed.
After a long time, Hongjun lowered his gaze and reached up to remove the Rose from behind his ear, speaking in a calm tone, "From now on, you are not allowed to give flowers to anyone else, not even as a joke."
"Understood, Your Majesty," Ye Chuanze replied with a smile.
"Call me Master."
"Yes, Master," Ye Chuanze promptly corrected himself.
Ye Chuanze gazed deeply at Hongjun, studying his face. Moments like this—quiet and free of conflict or suspicion—were rare between them. It was peaceful and warm, allowing their hearts to relax. When was the last time they shared such a moment? He couldn't recall… His memories seemed filled with scenes of their arguments and partings.
"Master…" Ye Chuanze called out.
Hearing his voice, Hongjun turned to him. Ye Chuanze continued, "Time keeps moving forward, and people are constantly advancing. The past can never be changed; what matters is the present and the future. Let the past drift away with the wind!"
"Why did you suddenly say that?" Hongjun asked.
"Because I understand now that I need to cherish what I have. If I don't cherish it... I might lose the treasures in my hands," Ye Chuanze looked at him and continued, "I don't want to lose the treasures I have, so I must learn to cherish them, holding tightly to what is in my hands and never letting go."
"Before coming to find you, I had this realization. As long as I am alive in this life, I will hold your hand tightly and stay by your side forever. So, you better come to the same realization as me; I won't let go! Never! It doesn't matter if you don't have this realization; anyway, I won't let go, so give up on that thought!"
After a pause, he continued, "Fate may be unpredictable, and the heavens may be merciless. We may not be able to control our own destiny and can only go with the flow. However, no matter how fate unfolds, I will hold onto my heart. That gentle love I deeply cherish will be the bright moon illuminating my path through the dark night. The radiant moonlight will guide me, preventing me from getting lost in the hopeless darkness."
At that moment, Ye Chuanze spoke like this. He may have already realized that fate, which manipulates everything, would lead him down a path contrary to that of his loved one. He might not be able to resist his predetermined fate, but he would hold onto his love in his heart; this was his promise to the one he loved.
"So please try to believe in me. I'm more reliable than you think; don't always see me as that cynical person from before... Ah!"
Ye Chuanze's waist was tightly embraced as Hongjun held him firmly with both hands, his voice cold, "You're really annoying; it's so loud."
"...I thought you would be moved."
"Nonsense; everything you just said was nonsense. I've never doubted that you are mine. No one can take you away from me; I was the first to notice you. No one can take you away, not even yourself. If you leave, I'll come find you. If you don't want to, that's fine; you can't beat me..."
Ye Chuanze was taken aback for a moment and then smiled lightly, "Heh... how arrogant! But I like it."
"So instead of wasting time talking about nonsense, we might as well do something meaningful."
"Like...?"
"I had someone make a new bed that's twice the size of the old one. You said the previous bed was too small; I think you'll like it."
"I want to try it out first."
"Of course..."
Hongjun smiled lightly and picked him up, heading towards the bedroom.
Ye Chuanze leaned in his embrace, slightly closing his eyes, tossing the Rose into the air, where the wind scattered the petals. The fiery red Rose petals fluttered down, and the fragrance of the Rose gradually drifted away with the breeze.
“Haotian said you were in a bad mood today. I guess besides me, no one else dares to make you angry! So, Master, are you feeling jealous?” Ye Chuanze said with a cheerful smile.
The response was an embarrassing silence.
Ye Chuanze laughed happily, “Actually... I’m quite pleased that you’re jealous.”
“Next time, don’t play the piano; show me your sword dance instead!”
After a long while, he finally heard, “Okay.”
***********
Upon reaching the bedroom, Hongjun placed him on the bed.
The bed was newly made, crafted from a thousand-year-old longing wood, and was twice the size of a normal bed. The reason was that last time when Ye Chuanze and Hongjun were passionately rolling on the bed, they had rolled from one end to the other so vigorously that they almost fell off. Afterwards, Ye Chuanze casually complained about the size of the bed and expressed doubts about its quality. Consequently, that bed was replaced with this new one that was twice as large and of more reliable quality.
Lying on the soft large bed, Ye Chuanze sank into it. He opened his eyes and looked up at Hongjun, smiling, “This bed is indeed very big; we won’t fall off this time... probably?”
“I will be careful,” Hongjun replied.
“When that time comes, do you think you’ll have extra energy to pay attention to this?” Ye Chuanze expressed doubt.
“If we fall off the bed, I will hold onto you,” Hongjun corrected himself.
“Alright... I guess that’s all we can do.”
Ye Chuanze closed his eyes. At this moment, no matter how bold he was, he could not bear to watch his lover lean down to kiss him. Moreover, he was essentially a conservative man.
Ye Chuanze's eyes were beautiful, with long, thick eyelashes that slightly curled upwards. They inspired a desire to kiss. As expected, Hongjun leaned down and placed a kiss on his eyelid. Then he continued kissing down the eyelid, leaving a series of delicate and gentle kisses. With his eyes closed, Ye Chuanze could not see Hongjun's actions, but his senses became more acute.
He felt that Hongjun's kisses were very gentle, filled with affection, landing on his eyelids, cheeks, and chin—each kiss soft and ticklish, like gentle feathers brushing against his face.
His body became extraordinarily sensitive. Ye Chuanze could clearly feel Hongjun's lips brush against the corners of his mouth before finally landing on his lips. The originally soft kiss suddenly turned intense, becoming a passionate kiss as Hongjun gently bit his lips, infusing the kiss with a hint of desire.
The overly intense kissing made Ye Chuanze unable to suppress a low gasp. In moments like this, the uncontrollable gasps of a beloved one served as the best aphrodisiac. Hongjun's movements became even more fervent, taking on a wild edge. The sharp sensation on his lips made Ye Chuanze involuntarily cry out in pain. Hongjun soothingly extended his tongue, lightly brushing against Ye Chuanze's lips, bringing with it a faint metallic taste of blood.
The taste of blood heightened the surge of desire. Hongjun's eyes darkened, resembling the sky before a storm.
Ye Chuanze tilted his neck back and felt Hongjun's hot, wet tongue glide over his throat, gently licking at his Adam's apple and nibbling at his collarbone. His movements grew increasingly eager and rough; Ye Chuanze knew he was aroused.
This realization sent a wave of heat through Ye Chuanze's body. He trembled slightly and reached out to embrace Hongjun's head buried against his chest.
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