Warnings: Explicit sex scene (behind cut)
This room was where he and Gu Mang had most of their trysts in.
That’s right, it was in this direction.
The silver needle on Mo Xi’s ring glowed brighter and brighter with every step he took.
Mo Xi stopped in front of a narrow servant’s room, slowing down his slightly hurried breathing. He lifted his pale, elegant and slender finger, and the needle had once again turned back into the pattern of a flying serpent——Gu Mang was inside.
Gu Mang had been drugged; at this moment, his heart’s greatest desire was inevitably lust, and this room…
Mo Xi’s Adam apple bobbed.
——This room was where he and Gu Mang had most of their trysts in.
Back then, Murong Lian was despicable and shameless1[seal: what, u mean he isn’t now?], and after the first great war, he snatched away all of Gu Mang’s achievements on the battlefields. As a result, the Emperor bestowed on him the most extravagant of rewards, while Gu Mang remained a little nameless slave of the Wangshu Manor.
After returning from the battle field, he was hidden deep within the royal manor, away from prying eyes. As such, all Mo Xi could do was restrain his desires, enduring it silently—one month, two months……until he finally could no longer hold it back. It seemed like Gu Mang was also unable to come find him, so Mo-gongzi had no choice but to put on a serious expression, and condescend himself to pay a visit to the Wangshu Manor——
He had originally only wanted to use discussing military affairs with Murong Lian as an excuse, to have a quick look at Gu Mang.
But the housekeeper said that Murong Lian was cultivating in seclusion at the martial arts grounds, and was unable to come out any time soon. He suggested that if Mo-gongzi did not mind, he could take a stroll in the back garden, and have a servant follow and wait upon him.
Mo Xi said very calmly, then please invite Gu Mang, he is considered an old friend.
This was not a terribly rude request, and Gu Mang just happened to be unoccupied, so the housekeeper ordered someone to bring him over.
Mo-gongzi and Murong-gongzi clashed like fire meeting water; for Mo Xi to grace the Wangshu Manor with his presence, it was even more unexpected than the Emperor himself personally coming to visit.
The housekeeper instructed him: “Young Master needs two hours before he can come out, take Mo-gongzi to stroll around the manor and keep him good company.”
Gu Mang said: “…Understood…”
Mo Xi glanced at him, then shifted his gaze away indifferently.
The Wangshu Manor was divided into seven compounds. The first five compounds were frequented by many, and the latter two mostly served the purpose of a decorative courtyard, and for planting magical plants and fragrant herbs. On the average day, most servants would not come here.
Mo Xi walked in front, with Gu Mang following in tow, and they walked from the front courtyard to the back. Along the way, he introduced to Mo Xi the scenery, the layout of the rooms, and courtyards of the Wangshu Manor.
The two of them appeared so overly distant and courteous, to the extent that the Imperial guards and house servants who passed by them could not tell that there was anything strange between them in the slightest, but only Mo Xi knew how anxious he himself was at that time.
He had obviously very much wanted to speak to Gu Mang alone, very much wanted to look into his eyes, and very much wanted to tear him apart and consume this man who at that time still belonged to Murong Lian whole, leaving not even a trace of flesh or bones.
But he had to hold himself back.
“To the left is the qin2[A type of traditional Chinese stringed instrument, better known in modern times as the guqin] room, and during his free time, our Young Master will go there to play the qin. There is a five-stringed scorched tail dragontree wood qin3[A type of qin design. More info], and is a relic left behind by a prince in the past…”
The deeper they walked into the courtyard, the lesser the people in the surroundings, and the hotter his heart burned, his blood seemingly a blazing trail of fire.
When they finally walked into a medicinal garden, there was no one else around. Gu Mang said: “There are seven hundred and sixty five varieties of medicines planted in the medicinal courtyard, and among them——”
He never finished saying what was among them, because the young master Mo in front of him suddenly halted his footsteps. Gu Mang was not paying attention, and had continued to walk forward, and so caught off his guard, he bumped into the broad expanse of his back.
Mo Xi turned around and silently looked at him.
“…What do you want?”
“You…” Mo Xi’s expression stiffened. He clearly longed for, and cherished him so much, but while standing right in front of Gu Mang, and seeing Gu Mang’s indifferent attitude, he also felt that he was practically worthless. Unable to tear down his ego, he thus said stiffly, “Do you not have anything you want to say to me?”
Gu Mang muttered to himself for a while, then rubbed his nose and said with a smile: “Gongzi, it’s been a while?”
“Hey, stop staring at me, you already know I’ve been pretty busy. I have to wipe the tables, and also chop firewood, and also catch the insects attacking the cauliflower, these are all really important…”
The colour on Mo Xi’s face grew darker with every word, carrying an expression as if his heart was being choked by poisonous gas.
But back then, Gu Mang never did confirm whether their relationship was that of actual lovers or otherwise, and when they were in the army, he had shamelessly said that this kind of thing is very normal, young man, there’s no need to be so serious when sleeping together.
That young man’s heart was on the verge of being boiled over by this old ruffian. As it happened, this ruffian was still hammering on about his “important matters” at the Wangshu Manor——as if the majestic eldest young master of the Mo Family was not nearly as important as the tattered table of Murong-gongzi’s residence. It made Mo Xi hate that he couldn’t throw a fireball to destroy Murong Lian’s desk, and see if there’s anything left for Gu Mang to wipe!
Gu Mang continued to ramble on endlessly about how demanding Murong-gongzi was regarding the desks, something about how the narra tabletops needed to be shiny enough to see his reflection in. Just as he’d spoken halfway, the world spun before his eyes, and by the time he regained his bearings, he had already been pinned against the wall by Mo Xi.
You what? He didn’t finish what he had to say. The towering figure of that man pressed down onto him, and his frosty face leaned in; with one hand holding his waist, and the other supported against the wall by the side of his cheek, he lowered his head, lips sealing off his muttering, silencing him immediately.
Mo Xi’s kiss was so fervent, that it seemed as if he was pouring out all of his desires onto the man in his arms, but also as if he was trying to devour and claim Gu Mang whole, his every movement charged with an astonishing desire to dominate and control. His breathing was so urgent, and his lips so heated. As if the glacial-like, standoffish Mo-gongzi that everyone saw was a completely different person that had nothing to do with him whatsoever.
“You’re crazy…This is the Wangshu Manor…” Amidst the slide of their lips and teeth, Gu Mang regained his senses, and firmly broke away from Mo Xi’s control, his slicklips gasping for breath, “Someone will see!”
Gu Mang was too heavy-handed, and Mo Xi never intended to resist. He groaned, the other’s shove unexpectedly dislocating his elbow.
“……Fuck.” Gu Mang didn’t expect that Mo Xi wouldn’t defend himself, and that he would actually succeed, immediately feeling quite embarrassed. His throat bobbled, then he said, “Alright alright alright, you’re crazy, I give in. I was wrong, alright? Let me help you set it.”
He reached out to help Mo Xi set the bone, but that young master unexpectedly turned and avoided him, and refused to let him touch it, only glaring at him fiercely.
“……Big bro, I’m on my knees already, let me set it okay? If not, when the Young Master comes out and sees that his guest is injured and asks me how it happened, what would I say?”
Gu Mang muttered; this guy who could sweep away everything before his eyes amidst the smokes of war,, was in fact someone that could piss anyone off on sight no matter where he went off the battlefield.
“Surely I can’t say it was done by me, right?”
Mo Xi did not say a word, yet that face of his remained chilly. But upon closer look, there was a certain, extremely dangerous emotion rushing forth from the depths of his eyes. It was just that at this moment, it was still being reigned in by him.
After being in a deadlock for a spell, suddenly, he stiffly repeated his question once more: “Do you not have anything you want to say to me?”
“Did you get struck by a repetition spell?”
He took one look at Mo Xi’s complexion, then hurriedly laughed: “Ai, ai, ai! I was wrong, I was wrong!”
Mo Xi said angrily: “Don’t touch me! I can set it myself.”
“No you can’t! Your healing magic and skills are too crappy!”
Mo Xi’s expression darkened further.
But he was trapped by Gu Mang, and Gu Mang laughed, the glee of a successful prank laced between his cheerful laughter. Then, he suddenly moved in closer, and gave Mo Xi a kiss on the cheek.
“Why is there no reaction from my princess, Your Highness?” Gu Mang stroked his chin and mumbled, “I’ll kiss one more time then.”
Again, he pecked him several more times to make up for his previous transgression, before finally, Mo-gongzi reluctantly allowed him to set his bone. When the bone was reset with a clack, although it clearly didn’t hurt very much, Mo Xi’s eyes that were staring intently at him were slightly damp with red.
“Hey, you……” Gu Mang wanted to take a closer look, but his face met with the palm of Mo-gongzi’s hand, shoving away that face as thick as the city walls. He shifted his eyes, preventing him from seeing clearly.
After a long silence, Mo Xi slanted his head and said: “I haven’t seen you in two months.”
“Nah. It’s still twelve days short.”
Mo Xi swiftly turned his head back and glared at him viciously.
Gu Mang crossed his arms, unruffled as he leaned against the whitewashed wall. He smiled at him, slightly lifting his chin.
“Find somewhere no one will see.” The young master said at last, his face carrying a serious look.
In actual fact, after having not met for so long, it really wasn’t just one of them who couldn’t restrain himself any longer; it was just that Mo Xi had disguised it with coldness and arrogance, whereas Gu Mang had merely substituted in blitheness and a devil-may-care attitude as his cover.
Yet when they embraced and grinded against each other, both young men burned with a torturous need, until Gu Mang finally led them to an unremarkable shack. The hint was far too obvious, and the moment they entered, Gu Mang was pushed heavily against the door, and all that could be heard in the dark, windowless shack was the muffled, rough gasps of men, and the sounds of kissing and making out.
Gu Mang opened his eyes, his neck bitten, sucked at and kissed, and between the waves of ardent pleasure, he still remembered to gasp: “Don’t bite me so high up, it’ll be…it’ll be seen by my Young Master…”
Mentioning Murong Lian at this time was evidently not the wisest of decisions; Mo Xi paused for a moment, as if he was fiercely reigning in some kind of terrifying desire within him. Gu Mang panted under him for a while, and after a few moments of silence, he was roughly flipped over all of the sudden, exposing his back…
Ripping open his belt, he pressed Gu Mang in that position against the door. It was as if Mo Xi had been silently enduring some sort of colossal injustice, and without saying a word, he showered kisses upon Gu Mang’s cheek, neck, before finally, he landed on that slave collar shackled on him by Murong Lian.
This chillingly black collar seemed to stab at Mo Xi, reminding him that no matter how much he longed for him, thirsted for him until he hurt, until his heart was practically ripped apart, that the person in his arms still belonged to Murong Lian.
Murong Lian could summon him whenever he wanted. He could torture him however he wanted, he could even dictate if Gu Mang lived or died, if he should receive favours or suffer humiliation——a single shackle, imprisoning his flesh and bones, controlling his entire life.
He was embracing a man that belonged to Murong Lian.
This kind of jealousy seared the rims of Mo Xi’s eyes, causing him to pull Gu Mang’s face towards his even more recklessly, making Gu Mang strenuously turn his head around to kiss him with his front pressed against the door. The darkness caused the raging wildfire in his heart to burn intensely, their lips and tongues tangling together passionately, in a sticky, wet exchange…
Those days were really quite absurd, and now that he recalled it, Mo Xi’s heart would even palpitate in on behalf of his youthful recklessness.
There were clearly no promises made, no glimpse of a possible future together.
Yet it seemed as if they could continue to fall into each other’s arms for a lifetime, a heart that would never grow cold. They had nothing, and could only take their affection, possessiveness, and ownership, and turn them into that sort of intense, desperate intimacy.
One was a lofty, virtuous young master, and the other a servant of Wangshu, with lowliness carved into his bones.
The most heartstopping of scandals.
Yet it also encompassed the most heartwarming of young love.
Those were the best days of their youth.
At this moment, in the illusion, with Gu Mang also sent inside, the “Dream of Longing” would evoke the hidden desires within his heart. What sort of situation would he see, when he pushed the door open and entered?
Mo Xi clenched his teeth, glaring at that door that he had seen countless times before.
Under this kind of circumstance, if he responded to Gu Mang’s needs, provoking Gu Mang’s temptation, the “Dream of Longing” would gain more strength and further drag Gu Mang deeper into it.
But if he did not respond at all, that ghost had drugged Gu Mang, and he didn’t even need to think to know what kind of drug it was. If he did not receive any alleviation in time, or take the antidote, he would perhaps be tormented into madness all the same.
…As he waited for the Emperor’s assistance to arrive, all he could do was try his best to stall for time, and preserve Gu Mang’s clarity.
Mo Xi was silent for a beat, then, lifting a hand, he finally pushed the door open——
In what seemed like a split second, he was abruptly shoved against the door by the person inside. In the darkness, those helplessly frantic blue eyes met with his own, and before he could say a word, his lips were captured by trembling ones.
The author has something to say:
It’s almost Lunar New Year’s, and there’s ultra-many things to do in the 3D world, I’m so busy I’m about to turn into a spinning top!! Even if I wake up really early in the morning there’s not enough time QAQ So Meatbun wants to be lazy tomorrow and not update, take the day off. Saving manuscripts makes me anxious uuuu!! May all my brothers and sisters please be magnanimous owowowowowow!!! Love you all! mu~ah!
《Common Ways of Address》—— I saw that there are some friends in the comments that don’t know who Xixi is, so let me put together a summary of the common nicknames and ways of address~~ Some of these names are used in the comments area, some are alternate addresses in the main text. I’ve tidied it up for the convenience of my friends who don’t know to have a look~~ muahaha5[she actually uses 咩哈哈, with 咩 being “mie”, or the sound of sheeps bleating]~~
Several Ways to Address Mo Xi: Big Dog, Princess Xixi, Xi-mei, Xihe-Jun
Several Ways to Address Gu Mang: Mangmang, Beast of the Altar, Mang-zai6[崽 means young child/animal, so it’s like calling him Little Mang? sorta]
Several Ways to Address Murong Lian: A-Lian, Lian-mei, That Damned Pervert (= = lights a candle on A-Lian’s behalf), Wangshu-Jun, Secretary7[The chinese word for Secretary is 书记 (shūjì) which would type similary to shu-jun…explaining the next comment from meatbun] Wang (- – this is a frequent typo of mine, as I type and type Wangshu-Jun it becomes Secretary Wang)
Jiang Fuli: Jiang the Fox8[Fox in Chinese is 狐狸 (húlí), so it’s a pun] (Respect to Fujian People9[OKAY I had to dig really long and hard for the reference, but there’s some kind of saying that Fujian/Hokkien people and foxes don’t get along, and it originates because Hong Taiji visited Minnan (southern Fujian), and misheard the men hollering “Give you a kiss (给你亲)” in Minnan dialect as “Vixen (狐狸精)”, thus branding all women that bewitch men as vixens…???? Don’t quote me on this I am just going off by the only comic I can find on this reference.]!), Healer Jiang
Yue Chenqing: Xiao Yueyue10[小 (xiǎo) means Little]
Jiang Yexue: Elder Qingxu
Translator’s Note: i never want to translate ppp ever again set me free