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On the surface of Spring Breeze Lake, a strikingly ornate red wooden boat was docked by the shore.
The sheer curtains hanging from the side of the boat fluttered gently in the wind, creating a picturesque scene that mirrored the azure waves of the lake, as if it were a dream.
"I have heard that aside from your exceptional swordsmanship, you also have a great fondness for fishing and possess remarkable skills in it. Therefore, I specially brought you out of the palace to fish and relax," King Wei said, cautiously glancing at Long Yang.
He had not spoken to him for several days, leaving King Wei both anxious and hopeful.
Long Yang looked at the freshly painted red of the boat and felt a twinge of emotion.
He had only casually mentioned his love for fishing to others, never expecting that his lighthearted words would lead King Wei to go through such trouble to prepare this little boat and take him out for fishing, all just to see him smile.
Since he had been granted the title of Lord Long Yang, King Wei had consulted him on every important matter in court, no matter how trivial.
Long Yang could tell that King Wei relied on him even more than he did Lord Xinling.
It was not blind pampering from one man to another; rather, it was a genuine trust between men that allowed them to entrust their lives to each other.
He understood clearly that King Wei was sincere in his feelings for him.
He quickly boarded the boat, momentarily leaving King Wei behind. He took the fishing gear handed to him by a servant with practiced ease and settled down at the edge of the boat, casting his line into the water.
King Wei followed closely behind, like a child who had done something wrong, quietly standing beside Long Yang.
Whenever Long Yang caught a fish, King Wei would step forward personally, carefully helping him remove the fish from the hook and gently placing it into a jar filled with clear water.
At first, when Long Yang coldly handed over the fish to King Wei, he noticed how cautious yet slightly disgruntled King Wei appeared. This made Long Yang's heart stir slightly; he felt a hint of amusement rising within him.
As time went on, when Long Yang handed over the fish again, his expression softened a little, and King Wei's face instantly brightened, his eyes sparkling with joy.
The composed man in his thirties lowered himself to the ground before him.
If this was all just pretense, Long Yang himself wouldn’t believe it.
Unfortunately, as a man, he always felt unworthy of such love.
From the very beginning, heaven had treated him like a joke, raising him in this world to watch him struggle painfully, only to end up plunging headfirst into the whirlpool of emotions.
Thinking of this, Long Yang couldn't help but shed tears, which welled up in his eyes and slowly trickled down his cheeks.
"You still don’t believe me; you’re still angry with me!" King Wei's face suddenly turned pale, murmuring to himself as he sat down on the deck, looking as if he had lost all his strength.
"No, I’m just sad for the fish I caught!" Long Yang was unwilling to admit his true feelings. In the past, he had regretted being born with a woman's face; now he began to resent why he had been born a man.
"If you don’t want to fish anymore, I will release them!" King Wei said, without thinking, as he lifted the wooden bucket to pour its contents into the lake.
Seeing this, Long Yang hurriedly grabbed his sleeve and anxiously said, "There are countless fish in this lake. Since these fish have bitten my hook and eaten my bait, they are destined to be connected with me. I just feel that people are always greedy; once they catch small fish, they want bigger ones. Once they have bigger ones, they hope for even tastier ones. Yet the small fish caught at first are often discarded or forgotten..."
King Wei looked at him and suddenly smiled, though his smile was filled with melancholy.
"You are like the fish I’ve caught. You acknowledge that there is a connection between us, but you fear that my feelings for you are merely a game, don’t you?"
Long Yang felt embarrassed; he hadn’t expected King Wei to see through his thoughts so quickly. He could only blush slightly and defend himself, saying, "You’re overthinking it; I was just talking about fish!"
"Not at all, Long Yang. You have feelings for me, don't you? Otherwise, with your proud nature, you would have abandoned me long ago. But you haven't. Do you know how I've felt seeing you so gloomy every day?"
Long Yang lowered his head; King Wei was right. If it were any other man, he would have killed him without hesitation and walked away.
But facing King Wei... he couldn't do it!
Not only because he was the monarch, but also because Long Yang deeply understood that he cherished this rare affection.
Years of solitude had left his heart cold and lonely for too long.
No one had ever cherished him or warmed him like King Wei did. That was why Long Yang hesitated, struggled, and felt such pain.
"Long Yang, seeing you so downcast every day truly pains me. I've even thought that keeping you unhappy by my side might be worse than letting you go free, at least that way you could laugh joyfully in this world. To that end, I tried to avoid seeing you or forced myself not to look at you when I did, but I couldn't do it. The more I thought this way, the more my heart felt like a fish caught on a hook, filled with anguish, as if something were stuck in my throat..."
"But I'm a man; what My king needs should be someone like Ruji..."
"Let it be known: from today onwards, anyone who dares to recommend beauties to me within the four borders will face the consequences for their entire clan!"
King Wei summoned an official who had been standing by. His face bore an unprecedented aura of authority and determination, as if he were making a solemn vow. He looked at Long Yang and spoke each word with clarity, "Long Yang, I want you to understand clearly: I want you, and only you!"
" My king..." Long Yang stared in shock at King Wei's expression of unwavering resolve. His heart tightened suddenly, as if something was about to break free from within him—a feeling that was indescribable surged up from deep inside.
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