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Passing through the moon gate beneath the floral barrier, Long Yang noticed a palace maid stealthily following him for a while before suddenly darting off towards the palace corridor.
A sense of suspicion arose in Long Yang's heart as he quickened his pace, reaching the entrance of the corridor ahead of others.
At the end of the corridor, he saw a group of young palace maids, around sixteen or seventeen years old, whispering among themselves.
Among them, one older maid caught his attention; it was Madam Xu, the wet nurse of King Wei.
"With such a seductive face, she clearly came to seduce My king!" one maid whispered.
"Isn't that right? Who doesn't know that he has been shamelessly pursuing My king while drunk? I don’t understand why My king, with so many ladies in the palace, would openly favor a man like this..." another chimed in.
Long Yang instinctively placed his hand on the sword at his waist, gripping the hilt tightly. His teeth clenched in anger as his body twitched with fury, yet he forced himself to remain still.
"What are you all gossiping about here?"
Suddenly, King Wei appeared like an angry fireball, striding towards the group of palace maids. The maids fell silent in fear, not daring to make another sound.
"These lowly servants spend their days idly gossiping, and that’s bad enough. But how can my wet nurse join in with these ignorant slaves?"
King Wei's expression was grim; his voice turned sharp with anger.
He had just sent for Long Yang to come here. If Long Yang heard such words, it would surely hurt him deeply.
“Calm down, Your Majesty. Although what we say may seem disrespectful, it is the truth! Just the other day, you indeed issued a decree that anyone who dares to speak of beautiful people shall be punished! With this order, everyone knows of the close relationship between you and Lord Long Yang. I believe it would be better for you to reflect on yourself rather than lash out in anger here, Your Majesty!”
“Enough!” King Wei's face turned ashen, his eyes wide with fury. “Are you accusing me? Do you know that such disrespect can lead to your immediate execution?”
“Then let Your Majesty execute Ruji!” A slender figure draped in red emerged from behind a tall pillar in the corridor—it was Ruji.
“It was Ruji who urged the lady to speak to Your Majesty. Your Majesty, with the Wei Kingdom facing both internal and external troubles, yet you indulge in male favorites. How do you expect to establish credibility and authority in court in the future?”
“How dare you!” King Wei stomped heavily, roaring with rage. “My feelings for Long Yang are beyond your understanding. Get out! All of you! I don’t want to see you again!”
“Your Majesty…”
“Leave!” King Wei's voice came out like a weary sigh, echoing through the palace corridors and clearly reaching Long Yang outside the moon gate.
Behind this furious display of royal authority lay unrecognized grievances and indignation. This lofty ruler bore a lifetime of helplessness.
Long Yang stepped forward slowly, accepting the disdain and resentment reflected in Ruji's and Madam Xu's eyes with indifference.
Looking at King Wei’s face, now as vulnerable as that of an injured child, Long Yang felt a surge of compassion and an overwhelming urge to protect him.
“Long Yang!” King Wei exclaimed in shock, panic etched across his features. “When did you arrive? Did you hear everything?”
Long Yang raised a hand, feigning humility as he gently smoothed out the wrinkles in King Wei’s garment while struggling to hold back tears that threatened to spill over. At such a moment, King Wei still cared about his feelings, leaving Long Yang both touched and heartbroken.
"My King is the ruler of a nation, destined by heaven. Long Yang believes that My King will not become a cruel and tyrannical monarch simply because he has fallen in love or made a mistake in love. What the people care about is not whom My King loves or neglects, but whether he can provide them with a life of peace and joy."
"Long Yang, you wretched person, have you ever heard that using beauty to please others brings no lasting good? You will not have a good ending!" Ruji's unwilling accusations echoed in King Wei's ears, cutting into his heart like a sharp blade.
In this moment, King Wei finally understood the insurmountable distance that lay between him and Long Yang.
This worldly prejudice weighed heavily on his heart like a great mountain.
"I am not a good emperor; I lack the talents of Lord Xinling. I am not a good husband; I cannot give Ruji complete happiness. I am even less of a good lover, as I have given you no happiness at all and instead have led you into such an unbearable situation. Am I the most failed person in the world?"
King Wei forced a bitter smile, his tone filled with sorrow and helplessness, his eyes reflecting self-doubt and disappointment.
Long Yang seemed to see through King Wei's inner turmoil. Gently, he took King Wei's hand, looking earnestly into his eyes, and said firmly, "No! In Long Yang's heart, My King is a thousand times stronger than those hypocrites who wield power in this world."
People say that King Wei is cowardly and timid, but in truth, he is a hundred times braver than he thinks.
He does not hide his feelings; his courage to love and hate is overshadowed by the pain of being burdened by others' words.
If he were to miss this man before him, would there ever be anyone else in this world who would treat him like this?
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