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On that day, the weather was warm and sunny, just like today. He was hunting with Yan Dan and the King of Chu, while Ji Xun also followed closely.
As long as Ji Xun was around, Yan Dan rarely spoke to him. The way the two of them chatted intimately was quite irritating to watch.
He longed to be alone with him, even if just for a moment. So he deliberately led him deep into the forest, where there was a pit. He watched as he fell in and then jumped in to keep him company. They spent the night together until the guards of the Chu Palace discovered their absence and rescued them.
That night was the most comfortable and happiest he had ever experienced. He lay in his arms, covered by his clothes, close enough to feel his breath and see every fine hair on his face.
His long, thick eyelashes brushed lightly against his skin with each breath, and his black jade-like eyes radiated warmth. His lips bloomed like cherry blossoms, making one want to kiss them at first sight.
He really wanted to kiss him, to fiercely press his lips against his and savor the sweet taste in his mouth.
At that moment, he felt a thrill of fear, even doubting whether he had been tormented too much by Luo Jie and was starting to take an interest in a man?
Later, reflecting on that anxious feeling of wanting to kiss but not daring to, he found it both sweet and amusing. The fleeting desire at that time was merely a man's infatuation and admiration for a woman.
Today, he didn't know how it happened, but he had somehow wandered here due to Divine Intervention, inexplicably falling into this pit and then bumping into her. However... looking at it now, it wasn't so bad; at least it reminded him of those sweet yet tangled feelings from before, bringing back memories of that person who haunted his dreams.
With a sigh, he reached down to touch the straw on the ground. If only there had been this thick layer back then, he wouldn't have slept so restlessly that night.
San Chun watched as this man occupied her bed but felt helpless.
Her body ached terribly; her wrist seemed dislocated, and her left rib hurt unbearably—probably because he had pressed down on her when she hit a stone. If it weren't inconvenient to move right now, she would really want to stab him with a sword.
The man before her wore such a deep expression; she couldn't tell who he was thinking about. He resembled a beast in the desert, parched for months—so thirsty, so depraved...
Zhong Xue closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of straw from the side of her head, feeling somewhat relaxed and at ease.
He took a deep breath and asked, "Do you know my identity?"
"I do not."
"I am Wei Kingdom Chengyang Jun."
"Ah?" San Chun pretended to be surprised.
She knew that at this moment she should be prostrating on the ground, trembling in fear, which would be fitting for his renowned reputation. However, deep down, she preferred to give him a sword rather than a grand gesture.
She lowered her head, starting to search for the sword she had carelessly thrown aside, only to discover that her weapon was firmly held in his hand. The tip of the sword was slightly raised, pointed directly at her heart.
San Chun couldn't help but feel a bit flustered; this Chengyang Jun was indeed very cautious, fearing that she might act as an assassin. Although she did have such thoughts.
He asked her a few more questions, and she answered listlessly, secretly pondering how long this person intended to stay with her.
Gathering her courage, she asked him a question, but Chengyang Jun did not respond. Upon closer inspection, she realized he had fallen asleep. He seemed to be sleeping soundly; aside from tightly gripping her sword, he appeared quite harmless.
Of course, that was just an appearance; who didn't know that Chengyang Jun was a cruel demon?
She felt pain all over her body and could not climb up the rope ladder. She wanted to wake him but lacked the courage to move her feet. Even if she thought about killing him, it was merely a thought; she wouldn't dare take action. She knew too well that Chengyang Jun could kill without blinking an eye; just look at the human skin posted on the city gate—this was no joke.
With a light sigh, he found a more comfortable position to nestle in, just waiting for this important figure to wake up and remember her.
By the time Chengyang Jun woke up, it was already past noon. He had not slept all night, but this nap turned out to be quite refreshing. It seemed like he hadn't had such a peaceful sleep in years. Ever since that person died, he had been unable to sleep through the night, often getting up in the middle of the night to handle state affairs. The ministers seemed to have gotten used to Lord Jun calling them for late-night meetings. The prosperity of Wei Kingdom seemed largely due to that person's contributions.
He felt quite satisfied with this nap, stretching and sitting up, only to see San Chun nestled beside him.
This person with a round face was glaring at him with an expression full of hatred, as if they had some deep-seated grudge against him.
Suddenly feeling in a good mood, he realized that under his iron-fisted suppression over the past two years, very few dared to look at him like that. This ugly woman piqued his interest.
He licked his lips, which felt a bit dry, and poured himself a bowl of water. His stomach began to rumble since he hadn't eaten anything. It seemed that the fish he had for breakfast tasted quite good...
"Hey, you there, bring me a grilled fish."
San Chun's face turned pale with anger. Her wrist was fractured and it took her a lot of effort to set it right. While he was sleeping, she had applied some wound medicine. She didn't know how long it would take for her injury to heal enough for her to move again. If it didn't heal properly and she became disabled, would he take responsibility?
He still wanted her to catch fish for him? He could eat his own feet instead.
Seeing her silent, Chengyang Jun frowned and crawled forward to look at her.
His leg was also injured; his knee had scraped against a stone, causing some skin damage. Fortunately, it hadn't hurt the bone—just some swelling.
He didn't like moving around and had ordered her instead. But when he moved closer to take a look, he found that she was injured even worse than he was. Especially that hand of hers; it looked like it had been set like a chicken's claw. Even if it healed, she would still be disabled.
"With such poor skills, you dare to do it yourself?" He snorted, pulling her hand and with a 'crack,' he broke it again.
San Chun cried out in pain, just about to say something when with another 'crack,' he reattached it for her.
His technique was skilled; although the reattachment was much prettier than hers, damn it, this is a human hand, not a pig's hoof from his home. Does he think he can twist it however he likes?
Suppressing the urge to curse him out, she glared at him fiercely. "Since you know there is an injury, you should not be serving. If you want fish, go do it yourself."
If it were any other time, Zhong Xue would have cut out her tongue; no one dared to speak to him like that. However, he was in a good mood this time, so he let it slide.
He stood up and simply tidied up the things here, making a bundle and tossing it to her. Then he climbed up the rope ladder.
San Chun thought he was leaving and felt a surge of joy. But before she could even enjoy it for half a moment, the rope ladder was thrown back down in front of her. Chengyang Jun's voice came from above, "Tie the rope around your waist; This Lord will pull you up."
As San Chun tied the rope ladder around herself, she pondered that being left alone here meant she couldn't get out and would starve after three to five days. Moreover, having heard many rumors about him, with his temperament, if she didn't obey, she would probably end up skinned and flayed.
Thus, this trip to Fengling Duke's Residence became necessary. It seemed fate was playing tricks on her; just when she had escaped, she fell back into his hands. Wasn't this just because he saw how comfortable she had been these past two years and wanted to find someone to torment her?
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