Chapter 127

Zong Zi Heng had tried to break through his sealed spirit chakra. Indeed what Zong Zi Xiao had said, it will take at least a few hours, and he didn't have a few hours at all, because Zong Zi Xiao clung to him most of the time ---- just like when he was a child.

There were still many elderly in the Wuji Palace who, despite knowing that the two were not blood brothers and that Zong Zi Xiao was no longer the Ninth Highness, had seen their brotherly friendship for more than ten years and were dumbstruck at their current "relationship". No matter how much Cai Cheng Yi ordered the imperial physician and the subordinates to keep their mouths shut, he couldn't completely stop the rumors from flowing, as Zong Zi Xiao didn't even shy away from them.

It was as if he had acquired a new and interesting toy, and he had to eat and sleep with Zong Zi Heng, kissing him whenever he felt aroused, regardless of the occasion, taking particular pleasure in Zong Zi Heng's humiliation and shame.

On this day, as he was eating dinner, Zong Zi Xiao drank the good wine in Wuji Palace’s collection. In his excitement, he pulled Zong Zi Heng to sit on his lap and asked him to feed him.

He’s the Human Emperor, yet he had to ‘accompany drinking’ like a prostitute serving guests. Plus, there were 7-8 attendants at the sidelines. Zong Zi Heng was so angry that his face turned blue. He knocked down the wine glass, got up and was about to leave.

Zong Zi Xiao stretched his long arm, grabbed his waist and held him down on his lap, sneering: "Reluctant again?"

Zong Zi Heng wanted to retort "When have I ever been willing?", but such a conversation would only show his own incompetence, so he only struggled, trying to break free.

The eunuchs and palace maids who were standing on one side almost hung their heads to their chests, not daring to breathe.

Zong Zi Xiao was incredibly strong and held him firmly down as he sneered, "You're not even willing to feed me a sip of wine. Do you really think you're still Emperor Zong? In front of me, you are at most a concubine."

"Bastard!" Zong Zi Heng was so humiliated that he gave Zong Zi Xiao a fierce slap on the face. Although he was born as an unfavored prince, but after all, he was from a noble background, and no matter whether people despised him behind his back, they had to respect him as His Highness, and after he became the emperor, he was above all others. No one had ever insulted him to this extent, especially this person, who is his younger brother.

This slap could have been dodged by Zong Zi Xiao, but he didn't even blink, and he tipped his tongue against his hot cheek and gave a sorrowful, evil smile: "So little strength, haven't you eaten enough just now?"

Zong Zi Heng saw an incoming rain* in that pair of hooked, fox eyes.

"If you don't eat properly, then don't eat at all." With a wave of Zong Zi Xiao’s hand, the table of delicacies was swept to the ground by the wind of his palm. The crashing sound of broken cups and plates was like the sound of drums before a battle.

The servants cowered and retreated in a single file.

Zong Zi Xiao spoke slowly, "Stand still." He kept his eyes on Zong Zi Heng's, "Who gave you permission to leave?"

Several people lowered their heads and hunched their shoulders, not knowing what to do.

"Close the door behind you and wait outside. The emperor may need someone to serve him at any time."

A smell of danger climbed up his spine. Zong Zi Heng forced himself to stay calm, glaring at Zong Zi Xiao unyieldingly.

Just as the door was closed, Zong Zi Xiao violently pinned Zong Zi Heng to the table.

"Zong Zi Xiao!" Zong Zi Heng growled, "You, you dare?" He realized what was about to happen, and his momentum had unconsciously weakened by three points.

Zong Zi Xiao sneered, "Your memory is too poor. You always forget who is in charge here. You still want to be the Human Emperor and the eldest brother in front of me? It’s alright, I will make you remember over and over again what the consequences are for disobeying me."

Zong Zi Xiao flipped his big brother onto the table, grabbed both his wrists with one hand, clipped them behind his back and lifted up the luxurious imperial robe, and with a ‘hiss’, he ripped his underpants.

Zong Zi Heng's eyes were bloodshot and his face was hot, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was futile.

These few days, he was concerned about Zong Zi Heng’s injuries, and the Supreme Demon, who always did what he wished without restraint, held back too much, and he violently opened up a few times and penetrated in like this.

Outside the door, the palace maids, eunuchs and guards kneeling on the floor were forced to hear the atrocities taking place within a door's distance.

They heard the violent shaking of the table, the slamming of flesh and the sound of sticky fluids, the arrogant obscenities of the Supreme Demon and the desperately suppressed whimpers. They could not bear it in their hearts, yet their faces were red as they were forced to imagine what was being done to the emperor at this moment who had always been calm and reserved and unsmiling.

The more Zong Zi Heng cared about something, the more Zong Zi Xiao took pleasure in depriving him of it. Everyone knows how to train a dog, and training a man is actually the same thing. He wanted to teach Zong Zi Heng a lesson to never dare say no to him again.

The battlefield shifted from the royal dining hall to the bedchamber, and the long night seemed endless. The stubborn, stoic emperor finally crumbled under the stimulus of pain or pleasure, crying for mercy, but the ravenous predator could not be easily satisfied, and the two fell into the abyss of owing flesh to each other.

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After that night, Zong Zi Heng did learn a lesson. A man who had no fear of death, developed a fear of the younger brother he had brought up. No matter how much Zong Zi Xiao hated him, deep down he could not forget his Xiao Jiu, and he could not help but look for the shadow of Xiao Jiu in Zong Zi Xiao's words and mannerisms. But now, he could no longer find it.

Sooner or later, he could separate Xiao Jiu from the Supreme Demon completely in his heart, and he should not be in pain at that time, but until that day comes, this Wuji Palace is filled with memories of the past, reminding him all the time that the contrast between the laughter of the past and the resentment of today is blood-soaked.

For example, one lazy afternoon, Zong Zi Xiao was holding his big brother, who was exhausted by his own tossing and turning, and he suddenly pointed to the flower pot on the table and asked, "Why don't you raise flowers anymore? I think I've only seen this one pot." The pink and white petals, the traced red veins, the blood pearl-like heart stamen and the tender green leaves. At a glance, it was the orchid that big brother liked.

Zong Zi Heng looked at the pot of orchids, and instantly lost his sleepiness.

Zong Zi Xiao had long been used to his big brother's reticence, but at this moment he became curious. He remembered how much this man loved orchids, so why was only this pot left now?

Only after a long time did Zong Zi Heng said, "I don't want to raise them anymore."

"With that woman gone, who can stop you from raising flowers?" Zong Zi Xiao thought of Shen Shi Yao and his heart rose again with hatred. It’s cheap for her to die early.

"I don't want to raise them." Zong Zi Heng repeated, his voice cold to the core.

He would never raise flowers again. The day the orchid garden was destroyed, he thought, perhaps he didn't deserve those delicate and beautiful things, and the long painful ordeal that followed had completely destroyed his heart that yearned for anything beautiful.

But there was only this one pot, which he could not discard.

That was after Zong Zi Xiao had fled Wuji Palace and the Bailu Pavilion had long been empty. One day, he missed his Xiao Jiu so much that he went to the Bailu Pavilion alone and found an orchid seedling planted crookedly in a pot in Xiao Jiu's room, shriveled up as if it would soon dry up and die.

He recognized the seedling because it was a new variety he had bred and had not even had time to name it yet. He looked at the seedling and imagined his Xiao Jiu sneaking back to the wretched orchid garden on a rainy night, finding a seedling that had not yet died, bringing it back to his house and raising it clumsily, fearing that his mother would find it and destroy it again, fearing that he would be disappointed if it did not survive, so he kept hiding it from him until his own world too was turned upside down.

He cried bitterly in that dusty house, holding the remnant of the seedling.

It had been ten years, and he had only kept this one potted flower, which he had named - Dangshanhe. He thought that one day when Xiao Jiu returned, they could solve their misunderstanding, put aside their hatred and talk about the story of Dangshanhe.

But Zong Zi Xiao did not recognize this potted flower. Perhaps all flowers looked similar in the eyes of those who do not raise flowers. Perhaps hatred is like a cloud covering his eyes, making the Supreme Demon forget too many things, forgetting how all his big brother's care and love for ten years could be hypocritical.

And he would never say it again.

 

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PS: T______T

 

incoming rain*[山雨欲来]--- Coming events cast their shadows before them. This is from an ancient poem:https://tinyurl.com/ymecasya

Edited on 25 Apr. 21 (Emzie)

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