diskusbooks Chapter 187 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh
Chapter 187 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh
Jiang Xiyu remained silent for a long time, and finally just smiled silently.
He said, "Yuan Huan, do you know what you're saying?"
“I know.” Yuan Huan leaned closer to him and whispered again, “You’re using me, Your Majesty.”
Jiang Xiyu didn't avoid the breath on his ear; instead, she moved closer to him and said meaningfully, "So, it's okay to use him however you want?"
“Sure.” Yuan Huan’s nose brushed against that long, slender neck, and he added, “Anything is fine.”
"But if Your Majesty intends to use me, then you should use me for a long time. Don't let me become a faithless person."
Aren't subjects just willing to be used by their rulers?
The ministers' hearts are twisted and obsessive; they all try to use their meager value to prove their place in the king's heart. They take pride in being used by the king, enjoy being tortured, and like to steal the king's attention.
The monarch, on the other hand, stands high above, looking down upon everything.
He only chooses ministers who are beneficial to him, and then controls, uses, and punishes them...
Xie Chenyao is.
Yuan Huan wasn't originally one, but now he is.
The smiles the young emperor gave were essentially only because there was something profitable to be gained from them.
Therefore, he did not hesitate to use himself as bait to lure the ministers he had his eye on.
How many ministers in the world would dare to defy their superiors and bite them?
But Yuan Huan dared to do it.
He dares to bite, and he dares to give up everything he has.
In this evenly matched battle, a clash tinged with both murderous intent and affection, the thrill of suffocating near-death experiences is ever-present.
Yuan Huan craved the warmth he felt before he suffocated.
Whether it came from the king's true heart or from a feigned one.
He was willing to give up everything, and he wanted the king's everything.
Whether it's suspicion, manipulation, flogging, or control, he wants it all...
He is so powerful that no monarch can abandon him; he wants the young emperor to have no choice but to use him.
Wherever the emperor rests, Yuan Huan will fight for a place.
"A heartless man?" Jiang Xiyu chewed on these two words, then suddenly laughed.
He mimicked Yuan Huan's actions, turning to the side and grasping his chin, whispering, "I am a heartless man..."
The minister compared himself to a beautiful woman, while the king was likened to a heartless man.
Throughout history, no subject has ever escaped being abandoned.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Huan kissed his cheek hard and said, "Your Majesty, don't be a heartless person."
Jiang Xiyu tilted her head back and closed her eyes slightly. After a moment, she said slowly, "You compare yourself to a beauty? Are you a beauty?"
Yuan Huan said nonchalantly, "It's enough that Your Majesty is beautiful."
Jiang Xiyu let him be, saying without any emotion, "You're blinded by lust. Aren't you afraid of being deceived by me until you're left with nothing?"
Yuan Huan, panting unsatisfied, replied, "I couldn't ask for more."
The pupils in the night were no longer clear; they were filled with ambition and treacherous desires.
Jiang Xiyu no longer needed to hide anything. He curled his lips and said, "Don't regret it. Once I've got something, I won't give it back."
"If you dare to take it back one day, I will personally kill you."
Yuan Huan's breathing quickened for a moment. He wiped the sweat from his temples and said in a frivolous tone, "I want to die in Your Majesty's bed."
Jiang Xiyu coughed softly and said, "You're just wasting your life."
Yuan Huan's heart was pounding. He pulled the cloak around the man's neck and asked, "Is Your Majesty cold?"
"It's freezing cold," Jiang Xiyu sighed, leaning against Yuan Huan and closing her eyes briefly.
As he rode over, Yuan Huan's body was still burning with fever.
Even through his clothes, the soothing warmth seemed to penetrate and comfort him.
So Jiang Xiyu leaned against that embrace, sweating profusely without stopping for a moment.
That feeling was so reassuring, so wonderful.
Jiang Xiyu became so enamored with it that she couldn't bear to leave.
However, he always liked to say the opposite of what he meant, and he didn't care whether Yuan Huan understood him or not.
Yuan Huan pondered for a moment, then reached out and rubbed Jiang Xiyu's smooth face with his finger, saying, "I'll take you back."
He made a gesture as if to turn the reins.
Jiang Xiyu reached out and placed her hand on top of him, then said in a low voice, "I don't want to ride a horse; it's too bumpy."
Yuan Huan stared at him and tentatively asked, "Shall I carry you back?"
Jiang Xiyu slightly raised her chin and said with a hint of mischief, "Is it easy to ride?"
Yuan Huan caught his breath and restrained himself for a while before saying, "Your Majesty will know once you try it."
After saying that, he dismounted, then reached out and grabbed Jiang Xiyu's waist, effortlessly lifting him down.
After Jiang Xiyu stood firm, he was much shorter than him.
He didn't like looking up at Yuan Huan, so he tapped Yuan Huan's chest with his fingertip and whispered, "Squat down."
Yuan Huan stared at him intently for a long time before turning around and squatting down.
Jiang Xiyu looked at his broad back and climbed up without hesitation.
Yuan Huan then grabbed his legs and carried him on his back.
Jiang Xiyu rested his chin on his shoulder and said, "I'm punishing you. Walk properly."
Yuan Huan chuckled slightly, then pretended to agree.
The young emperor was uncomfortable riding a horse, so he wanted to carry him back himself.
However, this was not a punishment for Yuan Huan. On the contrary, his heart felt as if it had been thrown into the clouds, soft and unsteady.
The weight on my back was light, and a cool fragrance lingered around me.
However, they were still some distance apart. Yuan Huan said without changing his expression, "If Your Majesty doesn't hold me, I'll fall down."
Jiang Xiyu didn't move his arm, only vaguely saying, "I can't wrap my arms around your shoulders."
Yuan Huan lifted him up slightly and said meaningfully, "Don't put your arms around my shoulders."
Jiang Xiyu swung his dangling leg, then wrapped his arms around Yuan Huan's neck as Yuan Huan wished, and said, "Walk slowly, I want to sleep."
Yuan Huan frowned and said, "If you go to sleep, you'll catch a cold."
The little emperor is very weak. If he really falls asleep on his back like this, he will probably have a headache when he wakes up.
Jiang Xiyu closed his eyes wearily and said dismissively, "If you catch a cold, I will punish you."
“Then I’ll carry His Majesty back,” Yuan Huan said, making a move to put him down. “If the wind is blocked, His Majesty can sleep.”
Jiang Xiyu grabbed his neck, refusing to accept that position, and said, "You dare?"
Yuan Huan's fingertips subtly caressed the back of his knee as he said, "Your Majesty, please don't fall asleep, or I might just become incredibly audacious."
Jiang Xiyu sensed it and kicked Yuan Huan as a warning, saying, "Don't touch me like that."
Yuan Huan said with regret, "I don't always have such opportunities."
To taste it, to touch it—these are all hard-won opportunities.
Jiang Xiyu frowned slightly, and after a moment, she tightened her grip on his arm, as if whispering in his ear, "If you touch me, I'll tighten my grip by an inch. Let's see if you suffocate to death first, or if you'll peel off a layer of my skin."
Is there really such a good thing?
Yuan Huan tried hard to control his hand movements, afraid that he would lose control in an instant and touch the person on his back thoroughly.
He stopped moving around and seemed to have calmed down, but the palms of his hands holding his legs were getting hotter and hotter, and he was unconsciously moving upwards.