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"Do you not understand what My King is saying, Lord Long Yang? My King has Ruji to keep him company tonight, and that is enough..."
The Palace Maid spoke with a mocking tone from the side.
"Shut your mouth!" Long Yang's rarely seen anger flared up, his voice filled with impatience and a hint of stubbornness. "I want My King to tell me himself. Even if I am to leave, it is not for you to chase me away."
Long Yang turned his head and shot a fierce glare at the Palace Maid, his eyes seeming to blaze with fire.
"Long Yang!" King Wei finally sat up behind the curtain, letting out a faint sigh. "You should go."
King Wei's voice sounded weary, tinged with helplessness.
As soon as King Wei finished speaking, Ruji eagerly pressed herself against him, her willow-like waist swaying gracefully. The soft, seductive moans suddenly made Long Yang outside the curtain feel nauseous, as if his stomach was churning violently.
Long Yang's face turned pale. He clenched his teeth, desperately suppressing the disgust and anger rising within him.
"Was it your intention to bring me into the palace from Lord Xinling's Mansion just so I could witness this sordid scene with you and someone else?"
With that, Long Yang burst out of the hall and ran away.
His steps faltered, nearly causing him to fall. He managed to steady himself but still stumbled beside the pavilion in the garden.
Before his eyes flashed memories of when he and King Wei had shared drinks together.
But in the next moment, the heavy gasps and soft moans he had heard in the hall seemed to shoot like a thousand arrows into his heart.
Long Yang recalled that night when King Wei's gentle hands had lovingly caressed every inch of his skin. Yet now, those very hands were pushing another woman to the heights of ecstasy.
Long Yang wanted to leave; he wanted to escape this filthy place filled with schemes and power struggles.
From now on, he would trust no one!
But why, why did he have to realize at this moment that he had unknowingly fallen in love with this man?
Hadn't he always resisted and shrunk back? Why, at this moment of King Wei's betrayal, did his heart feel like it was being sliced apart?
Suddenly, Long Yang covered his ears, bowed his head, and laughed uncontrollably. The laughter was filled with pain and self-mockery, as if he were trying to vent all the grievances and anger within him.
That violent yet suppressed laughter pierced through the thin paper window and reached King Wei's ears.
" My king!" Ruji's long hair entwined around King Wei like vines, her seductive red lips glistening as if coated in honey.
King Wei pushed her onto the bed with a fierce motion, his eyes burning with anger and restraint in the dark night.
His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, filled with guilt towards Long Yang and disgust towards Ruji.
The next morning, King Wei sat pale-faced on the dragon throne, his eyes blankly staring at a point in the void.
He heard that Long Yang had disappeared after leaving the palace last night. He wasn't sure if, given Long Yang's temperament, he might have left in a fit of anger. His fingers lightly tapped on the armrest of the dragon throne.
If that were the case, then all his painstaking efforts to set up a trap for Ruji to successfully steal the Tiger Tally would have been for nothing.
A bitter smile crept onto King Wei's lips as he slowly rose and walked toward the palace exit.
After last night’s events, everyone in the world would think he was cowardly and afraid of trouble, even neglecting to aid Zhao, his own kin, focusing solely on his own safety.
Sudden footsteps approached him in a familiar rhythm. As he squinted against the morning sunlight, King Wei saw a flower-like figure rushing toward him with a sword in hand. Before he could react, the figure collided heavily into his embrace.
“They say Ruji stole your Tiger Tally last night, and Lord Xinling has already taken the military token to Ye City. Last night… you did it on purpose, didn’t you?”
Long Yang looked at King Wei with confusion, the sorrow from last night still evident in his furrowed brow, while his amber eyes were filled with anticipation.
He tightly grasped King Wei's sleeve as if fearing he might suddenly vanish.
King Wei gently brushed away the morning dew from Long Yang's hair, his movements soft and tender. “Why are you running so fast? Look at you, like a child…”
King Wei's eyes were filled with affection, and a slight smile of relief graced his lips.
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