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King Wei was overjoyed, but when he looked up, he was stunned into silence for a long moment.
Before him stood a young man dressed in a wide-sleeved white robe, crisp and well-defined after washing, with clear patterns adorning the fabric.
His smooth long hair was casually tied up with a thin hairpin, while two delicate strands fell from his forehead, resembling ink stains unintentionally splashed onto rice paper. This framed his jade-like complexion, exuding a gentle and refreshing aura.
His skin was as delicate as white porcelain, akin to a freshly shelled egg—luminous and clear. Beneath thick eyelashes, a pair of eyes sparkled like shimmering water, their dark pupils seemingly veiled in a layer of mist. With a refined nose and slightly pursed lips, he could easily be deemed a stunning beauty if paired with any woman's body.
Yet, this was an exquisite face that had somehow been misplaced in the wrong body.
He stood tall and proud, his figure resembling jade. The adam's apple in his throat and the heroic spirit between his brows showcased the sharp pride that belonged to a man.
As if accustomed to the awe-inspiring gaze of King Wei, he drew his sword and approached.
It was then that King Wei noticed the expression on Long Yang's face—half straightforward, half resolute.
Holding the long sword firmly, Long Yang leaped gracefully into the air. The slender blade glimmered with flexibility and brightness; in the next moment, its tip unexpectedly pressed against King Wei's throat.
"Long Yang!" The crowd gasped in unison, and for the first time, King Wei noticed Lord Xinling's face turn pale with fear.
Strangely enough, he felt no fear at all.
The young man pointing the sword at his throat had eyes that reflected a sorrowful unwillingness.
King Wei relaxed his brow, and for the first time in his life, he smiled even more calmly than Lord Xinling: "From now on, you belong to me, and I shall have you!"
King Wei recognized that gaze; it was the same as his own.
As he left the court, King Wei was delighted to find Long Yang standing outside the hall.
Upon seeing him, Long Yang nodded slightly and followed closely behind him.
King Wei navigated through the pavilions with ease, his steps feeling unusually light.
Feeling joyful, he couldn't help but turn back and say, "Long Xianqing, do you know why I am in such a good mood?"
Long Yang shook his head slightly, not daring to meet the eyes of this king who was decades older than him.
"Because you are the second person in this world, besides my father, who has chosen me over Lord Xinling. My father chose me because I am the legitimate son, the true dragon of destiny. But you, you have forsaken Lord Xinling to stand by my side. You are the only one in this world who truly affirms me!"
As King Wei spoke, he chuckled at himself. "As a token of my gratitude, would you mind sharing a drink and having a heart-to-heart with this useless king who has accomplished nothing but drinking and revelry?"
With that, King Wei naturally took Long Yang's hand and led him to sit in the pavilion. "This is an extremely rare Azure Bamboo Brew; ordinary people can't get their hands on something so delicious!"
"Is that so?" Long Yang replied without hesitation. He picked up the wine cup and said earnestly, "Since the day I was born, everyone around me has looked down on me because of my appearance. To make them forget my face and believe that I possess the courage of a man, I have diligently practiced swordsmanship since childhood, hoping to serve on the battlefield. Unfortunately, no one has ever believed that someone with such a delicate appearance could master swordplay. Only you, my king, do not mind my looks or hold my rudeness against me; you have entrusted your life into my hands. Therefore, I shall drink this cup first as a salute!"
With that, Long Yang tilted his head back and gulped down several mouthfuls.
“Ha ha, a man dies for his confidant! From now on, Yang'er, you shall be my confidant,” King Wei declared, clinking their cups together with a heavy thud. “No return without getting drunk!”
“No return without getting drunk!” Long Yang raised his cup with an even more carefree spirit and downed it in one gulp. “Actually, I initially intended to serve Lord Xinling sincerely, but I didn’t expect him to be such a superficial person. He accepted me on the surface but left me to languish in Lord Xinling's Mansion for two whole years…”
With the flush of intoxication coloring Long Yang’s cheeks, he leaned against King Wei like a child. “Fortunately, I met you, my king!”
Long Yang tilted his face up to look at King Wei, flashing a charming smile.
King Wei felt a jolt in his heart; that smile was enough to captivate anyone, dimming the brilliance of all the flowers in the garden.
Unconsciously, King Wei's hand brushed against Long Yang's slightly warm face. “ Yang'er …”
“Hmm?” Long Yang caught King Wei’s hand and looked at him with a light laugh. His slightly narrowed phoenix eyes, heavy with drunkenness, appeared even more enchanting than those of any woman. King Wei withdrew his hand as if it had been burned.
This youth regarded him as a confidant simply because he hadn’t judged him by appearances. Yet what occupied Long Yang’s mind at that moment was far more lascivious and sordid than anyone else’s thoughts.
He yearned to possess Long Yang, with a directness and force akin to how a man possesses a woman.
In this world, the only man who understood him and affirmed him ignited within him an unprecedented and intense desire for possession.
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