allonlinenovel Chapter 191 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh
Chapter 191 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh
"Did I serve you well last night?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu's face immediately darkened. He felt the marks on his neck throbbing again, and the lingering pleasure of suffocation surged into his heart.
Yuan Huan leaned close to his ear and shamelessly continued to ask, "Your Majesty, did I give you pleasure last night?"
Jiang Xiyu coughed again, then remained silent for a moment before asking in a dark tone, "What do you think?"
Yuan Huan smiled, then breathed hot air into Jiang Xiyu's ear in a somewhat wanton manner, staring intently at the jade-carved earlobe, his gaze burning as if he couldn't wait to put it in his mouth the next moment.
Yuan Huan took a deep breath and softened his tone, saying, "Your Majesty, I naturally hope you will be pleased... If Your Majesty is not pleased, then I have not tried hard enough."
As a subtle, almost imperceptible teasing sensation brushed against his earlobe, Jiang Xiyu calmly stopped him, saying, "That's enough, stop being so presumptuous."
Yuan Huan was afraid of angering him, so he reluctantly moved away.
The body in his arms was truly like a fragile treasure. Last night, when Yuan Huan held her, he was afraid that he might not be able to resist acting rashly and crush the treasure.
Unfortunately, the young emperor was insane; he tormented himself and Yuan Huan in turn.
Even though he was incredibly precious and couldn't withstand any hardship, he still demanded that Yuan Huan do those things...
The marks on her neck now looked somewhat purplish, and they were truly horrifying wrapped around that slender neck. No wonder the head eunuch had looked at her with such resentment when she came in.
Looking at it now, Yuan Huan felt like slapping himself twice; his heart was aching terribly.
Don't you know the young emperor is frail?
And yet they still let him have his way.
Look at those marks, they're truly pitiful.
Yuan Huan lowered his eyes and stared at the pinch mark, his heart pounding. After a long while, he said, "Your Majesty, does your neck hurt? And your wrist? Does your wrist still hurt?"
Those areas were severely restricted, and Yuan Huan wanted to hold them in his hands and kiss them gently, hoping that the young emperor wouldn't be in so much pain.
Jiang Xiyu dismissed it, slapped away Yuan Huan's hand that was about to touch the wound, turned her head to look at him, and said in a slow and soft voice, "Don't touch it, you... murderer."
The tone was so pleasant, it seemed to hold a hook.
Yuan Huan immediately took the bait, saying in a daze, "Yes...yes, I am the murderer. It's all my fault for not being careful. Your Majesty, please forgive me."
"I won't let you off." Jiang Xiyu looked away, and after a moment, closed her eyes slightly and said, "Go out and kneel down."
Yuan Huan felt a surge of warmth in his heart and said, "Your Majesty, let me hold you for a while before I kneel."
After running for so long, he wished he could burst through the sky and make it light up as soon as possible.
He had finally waited for dawn, but he hadn't received even a moment of tenderness from the young emperor. How could he possibly kneel like that?
Jiang Xiyu didn't even raise her eyes, and said calmly, "Are you going to defy the imperial decree?"
Yuan Huan rubbed his thin wrist in his palm, hesitated for a moment, and bargained, "Let me kneel here, I'll kneel for as long as I want."
After finally warming someone up, their hands got cold again.
Yuan Huan really wanted to hold on tight and never let go.
Jiang Xiyu remained silent, leaning against Yuan Huan's chest for a long time, her voice slightly hoarse: "Then kneel down."
Yuan Huan put the person back on the bed and then tucked the bedding in tightly to prevent any cold air from getting in.
After he finished doing all that, his knees slammed heavily onto the ground.
Yuan Huan didn't care at all, his gaze never leaving Jiang Xiyu's face for a moment.
He examined the young emperor closely, and for some reason, seeing his sickly appearance, he felt a sense of unease.
In his moment of pleasure, he saw the most authentic side of the person before him.
The young emperor always said that his lust had deepened, but in fact his lust was also very strong, and he even had an almost pathological obsession with the pleasure of near-death experiences.
His lust was bloody and cruel, and Yuan Huan, immersed in it, could only become his accomplice.
Gradually, the pain became addictive, and the two seemed to find a moment of solace only through desperate biting.
One had strangulation marks on his neck, and the other's neck was covered in blood.
Sweat flowed over the bloodstains, mingling together.
Two complete lunatics.
Yuan Huan reached out and stroked the tired look on Jiang Xiyu's face, then slowly took his hand that was resting on the couch.
Jiang Xiyu neither opened her eyes nor refused.
Before long, my palms warmed up from the ironing.
In that warmth, he felt his head getting heavier and heavier, and soon fell asleep, his breathing becoming steady.
……
Two days later, the spring hunt came to an end.
The event, which was originally scheduled to end two days ago, was postponed by two days due to His Majesty's cold.
The kitchen staff started preparing for the final banquet early on, while the others began packing up their belongings from the hunting grounds.
Jiang Xiyu rarely showed his face due to illness. Apart from the ministers seeing him briefly before the spring hunt, the eunuchs relayed all the messages for any occasions that required his attendance in the following days.
Some people finally couldn't wait any longer and came to the tent to see him before the banquet even started.
The chief eunuch entered and announced, "Your Majesty, it is Lord Li Yuan."
Jiang Xiyu was leaning against the couch playing with jade when he heard this and was a little disappointed. He said, "Let him in."
Li Yuan was led in, and after respectfully bowing, he raised his head slightly, then quickly glanced at His Majesty sitting on the couch.
Seeing that he wanted to look, Jiang Xiyu told him to get up and asked with a forced smile, "What brings Lord Li to me?"
Li Yuan said, "I heard that Your Majesty has caught a cold, and I was very worried, so I came to request an audience."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying, "You are very thoughtful, my dear minister."
Li Yuan said some superficial things, but his eyes were subtly observing her.
Looking at His Majesty's pale and weak appearance, as if he had been tormented by illness, he felt an overwhelming sense that the disease was terminal. Li Yuan couldn't help but secretly guess that the trip to Mount Li had not improved His Majesty's condition.
Therefore, some things need to be done even more urgently.
Jiang Xiyu listened to his beautiful words with feigned satisfaction, seemingly unaware of his scrutinizing gaze.
After finishing his preface, Li Yuan then mentioned his main purpose, saying, "I have another matter to discuss with Your Majesty."
"Oh?" Jiang Xiyu became interested and asked, "Tell me about it."
Li Yuan lowered his head and said, "My wife misses our daughter very much, so I would like to ask Your Majesty if Qingluan is well. Once I receive news of her, I will return to my residence and report to my wife."
He actually just wanted to test His Majesty's attitude towards Qingluan.
Although news came from the imperial palace that Qingluan had gained favor, His Majesty had not been able to settle down for many years.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have had so many beauties in his harem, yet he hadn't officially appointed many concubines.
If Qingluan can seize the opportunity to conceive a royal heir during this trip to Mount Li, then with the Empress Dowager's support, the Li family will surely produce another empress.
Jiang Xiyu knew exactly what he was planning. A dark look flashed across his eyes, and he smiled charmingly, saying, "Lord Li has indeed raised a fine daughter. Her pipa playing is truly exceptional."
Li Yuan smiled modestly and said, "It is my daughter's good fortune to be appreciated by His Majesty."
Jiang Xiyu remained expressionless, twirling the jade ring on her finger before glancing at the head eunuch.
The chief eunuch immediately understood and stepped forward, saying, "Your Majesty, it's time to administer the medicine."
Seeing this, Li Yuan took his leave, but as he was leaving the tent, he bumped into Yuan Huan who was walking in. He stepped aside slightly and nodded in greeting: "Young Master Yuan."
Yuan Huan ignored him and walked straight past without expression.
Such arrogance was enough to make even someone as skilled at feigning politeness as Li Yuan's face darken.
He silently spat to himself before slowly walking out of the tent.
As he approached the tent, he recalled the incident two days prior when the Crown Prince of Beiyuan had abducted His Majesty. At the time, many people speculated that Yuan Huan was audacious enough to plot against His Majesty, while others thought he might be trying to control the emperor to command the world. There were even absurd rumors that His Majesty was fond of homosexuality and had placed Yuan Huan in his presence because His Majesty had taken a liking to him, so that it would be convenient for him to engage in homosexual acts. It was possible that Yuan Huan had already become His Majesty's bedmate.
Such comments spread below.
Li Yuan felt increasingly uneasy, and suddenly stopped in his tracks, unable to resist turning around for a glance.
But when he turned around and met the cold gaze, he was so frightened that his knees almost buckled and he knelt down at the entrance of the tent.
Before Yuan Huan could speak while kneeling on the carpet, Jiang Xiyu braced himself against his arm with one hand and grabbed his throat with the other, forcing him closer. Then, she leaned down and shared an intimate kiss with him in the tent.
Jiang Xiyu moved her long fingers from his throat and then gripped the back of his head.
He liked this superior position, and he also liked to control Yuan Huan.
A moment later, as if noticing the gazes from outside the tent, Jiang Xiyu coldly raised his eyes during a break in the kiss, his languid demeanor carrying an undeniable, sinister warning.