Chapter 56 - 2#
Who was going to kiss and sleep with whom?
Shi Li was expressionless.
Since his surname was Shi, he must be a stone, with no feelings and unable to speak.
So don’t ask him anything.
Inside the room, Jingzhe was still scolding.
“…Let alone killing Kangman, even if I killed you, I couldn’t possibly become the kind of person you want me to be. Rong Jiu, you damn bastard, do you think it’s interesting to put two cold ice cubes together? We’d both freeze to death!” Jingzhe cursed, “Why aren’t you talking!”
Two fingers tapped on Jingzhe’s shoulder. He looked up irritably.
The fingers pointed to his own mouth.
Jingzhe was so angry he was dizzy. After a while, he realized that Rong Jiu was saying he was “keeping his mouth shut” and couldn’t speak.
He was so angry he laughed.
“You won’t listen to anything else, but you listen to this closely. Why can’t you use this cleverness just now?”
Now you’re obediently shutting up?
Rong Jiu said slowly and methodically: “Jingzhe, only by living is it possible.”
So at any time, only living is the most important thing. As for what kind of person one is and what kind of means one uses, that is not important.
Jingzhe glared at him suspiciously.
“Do you need to tell me that?”
What does this have to do with what just happened?
“You adhere to treating people with kindness, exchanging sincerity for sincerity. This is not wrong, but it is not feasible.” Rong Jiu shook his head. “When climbing up, it is not feasible for most people.”
Those who are not ruthless enough are stepping stones.
Jingzhe wanted to say something, but after a while, he stopped.
“If your parents were still alive, they should really clear the water in their heads. How did they teach you to be this kind of…” Rong Jiu’s thin lips parted slightly. Before he could finish his harsh words, Jingzhe pressed the cloth ball down hard.
Rong Jiu winced in pain. Although he didn’t react much, he slowly lowered his head and glanced at Jingzhe.
Jingzhe glared back fiercely.
Rong Jiu was silent for a while, then slowly moved his eyes away.
“They shouldn’t have taught you too well.”
Too kind, too principled, too bottom-lined.
It’s easy to do stupid things.
Easy to be used by others.
Jingzhe wasn’t so angry that he was dizzy and didn’t hear the man’s meaning. To some extent, Rong Jiu’s twisted logic actually made sense.
…What kind of twisted concern was this?
He wanted Jingzhe to become hard-hearted, no longer easily moved by external things, to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, to stay away from dangerous things… This sounded good, but this also had its own problems.
“Rong Jiu, have you ever thought that if I really became that kind of person, how could I continue to be with you? Seeking advantages and avoid disadvantages… Heh, aren’t you the biggest trouble?”
In all these years, who was the most troublesome person Jingzhe had ever met, besides Rong Jiu?
Anyone with eyes could see what a big trouble it would be to be with him. He was like a knife without a handle, extremely sharp, and could hurt both of them as soon as he got his hands on it.
“Then I should listen to you and stay away from you early, so that you won’t implicate me when you go crazy…”
Before he could finish his words, Rong Jiu’s eyes became very terrible. He used his arms to pull Jingzhe up from the ground and slammed him into his arms.
“The wound, the wound!”
Jingzhe’s face changed, and he said in a hurry.
He could feel the wet wound tear open again, and the smell of blood became stronger, making him a little dizzy.
But the man didn’t care about the wound at all.
“Even if I die, before I die, I will definitely take you with me.” Rong Jiu frowned tightly, grabbing Jingzhe’s arm, almost able to crush his bones. “Don’t even think about having any delusions.”
That terrifying gaze stared at Jingzhe…
It was like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood, a kind of maddening paranoia.
Jingzhe was so angry that he pushed Rong Jiu’s shoulder heavily a few times, wishing he could bite this bastard to death.
“Cough, cough, cough—”
A few clear coughs came from the door, as if a reminder.
Jingzhe suddenly reacted and was about to jump out of Rong Jiu’s arms, but this man didn’t care about the occasion at all and hugged Jingzhe’s waist regardless.
“What are you doing!”
Jingzhe glared at Rong Jiu angrily.
The imperial physician is here, why don’t you hurry up and look at the wound? Do you really want to bleed to death?
Rong Jiu’s face showed no shame at all. On his pale face, a distorted expression appeared. He swept a cold glance at the door, and in that instant, all the strange movements disappeared. Then, he lowered his head coldly and said in an extremely terrifying voice, gently:
“Jingzhe, have you forgotten? The thing that should be done is not finished yet.”
For a moment, Jingzhe almost didn’t react to what Rong Jiu meant. When he realized what the man was saying, his eyes widened abruptly.
This person was still thinking about that kind of thing.
It wasn’t enough to forcibly grab his hand and poke a hole in himself. This evil ghost was still wholeheartedly thinking about letting him kill Kangman.
“You might as well kill me.” Jingzhe said sharply, “You kill me with one blow and give me a quick death.”
In this way, he wouldn’t have to face Rong Jiu’s madness, nor would he have to watch his hands stained with blood.
He was so angry that his lips were trembling, but he stared at Rong Jiu desperately. He wished he could stare a few pieces of flesh off this person.
After a long time, Rong Jiu sighed.
“Why are you crying for no reason?”
Jingzhe blinked and said fiercely: “I’m not crying!”
He had an inexplicable frustration, for Rong Jiu’s madness today, and more, a stubbornness that refused to yield.
If he was stubborn, eight bulls couldn’t pull him back. If his spine was pressed down hard, it would probably break, and it would be difficult to make him nod.
In this thin and fragile body, why was there such a persistent backbone?
Rong Jiu looked at Jingzhe’s wet eyes. Even his eyelashes were stained with fine water droplets, which made him not fierce at all, with obvious irritability and grievance.
He really wasn’t crying.
It was the corner of his eyes that were slightly red due to emotional excitement.
But it still carried a moist dampness.
The more so, the more pitiful, the more lovely.
Rong Jiu lowered his head and licked away that bit of tear.
Salty, and also hot.
Wet, like a puppy’s head wet by the rain, frustrated and annoyed.
His hands could easily break anyone’s bones, why couldn’t he just press his head down?
Was it reluctance? Or was it clear that if he went one step further, he would only get broken porcelain pieces.
Better to be a broken jade than a whole tile.
Rong Jiu sighed again.
Jingzhe was furious. What was wrong with this person?
He went crazy on his own, and now he was sighing to himself. Who was more angry?
“Don’t be angry anymore.” Rong Jiu said slowly, “I won’t do it.”
The man’s words made Jingzhe sniff and look at him suspiciously.
What was wrong with this person? How did his emotions go from one extreme to another, and then lightly suppress that bloody cruelty, becoming calm and composed again.
“…Lying to me?”
“If I really wanted to lie to you, the blood in your hands now would be more than this.” The wrinkles between Rong Jiu’s eyebrows could almost crush a fly. His cold face revealed a forbearance and restraint that he himself had not discovered. “Don’t say such ridiculous things.”
His voice was very cold, and the words he said seemed to want to crush someone’s bones, with a kind of hysterical suppression.
It was as if the words he said violated some dark instinct of his, and he had to use all his strength to crush his rebellious nature.
Jingzhe was exhausted. He hadn’t lost his temper so wantonly for a long time. Under great shock and anger, he had a kind of exhausted fatigue.
He looked at the red on Rong Jiu’s waist and abdomen in some silence.
He never knew that bright red could be so shocking and make his heart feel stuffy.
“…Your wound, let someone come in and deal with it first.”
Just now, Jingzhe had thought of Rong Jiu’s wound several times, but before he could speak, he was carried away by Rong Jiu’s rhythm and didn’t have time. It was not until this time that he finally seized the opportunity, afraid that the man would suddenly burst into a rage.
As soon as Jingzhe turned his head, he saw two people standing at the door.
One was Shi Li, and the other was carrying a medicine box, obviously a doctor.
Originally, just Shi Li was enough to make Jingzhe feel ashamed. With the addition of a strange doctor, a nameless sense of shame filled Jingzhe’s heart, making him immediately struggle and jump out of Rong Jiu’s arms.
Jingzhe even stuttered when he spoke: “I’m sorry to trouble you… Imperial Physician, please… look at his wound.”
The person with his head bowed immediately raised his head.
His eyes did not look at Rong Jiu, but stared at Jingzhe intently. The way he looked up and down was as if he were something interesting.
“Zong Yuanxin, you don’t want your eyes anymore?”
Rong Jiu said coldly.
Zong Yuanxin chuckled and came in with his things: “How dare I, how dare I, Rong… sir, I’ll come and treat your illness and heal your wounds now.”
For some reason, Jingzhe always had the illusion that he was holding back a laugh.
Rong Jiu’s voice sounded again: “Shi Li, take Jingzhe to the next room to change clothes, don’t let him get cold.”
The clothes just now were already stained with blood. Although there was not much, it was still wet and sticky, which was a bit uncomfortable.
Shi Li bowed: “Young master, please come with me.”
Jingzhe subconsciously looked at Rong Jiu. Zong Yuanxin was busy in front of him, hiding most of the man’s body, but when he looked over, the man’s cold eyes were also looking at him.
“Go quickly, come back quickly.”
Rong Jiu nodded. He looked calm and composed, but his eyes revealed a little of his emotions, so that his peaceful appearance was like a hypocritical illusion. The gloomy and distorted grotesqueness within still lingered under that body.
He had been staring at Jingzhe.
Like a predator in the dark, following like a shadow, that terrible concentration was almost burning.
Jingzhe held his breath, then turned his head after a moment and followed Shi Li away.
Until the room became quiet again, only the sound of Zong Yuanxin dealing with the wound could be heard.
Thanks to the charcoal basin burning in this room, Zong Yuanxin was able to act more unscrupulously.
In his opinion, the emperor’s injury was just a minor injury.
It looked like there was a lot of bleeding, but the cut was neat and didn’t even need to be stitched up. After cleaning it, applying medicine, and bandaging it, was it really necessary to make such a fuss?
Zong Yuanxin couldn’t help but say: “Did someone push you to the limit, so you stabbed yourself?”
What a capable person, to stab Emperor Jingyuan and still be alive and kicking as if nothing had happened.
His Majesty actually didn’t twist his head off.
“If he had stabbed me, I would have been overjoyed.” Helian Rong’s face was unspeakably cold.
When Jingzhe left, even though there was a charcoal basin burning in the room, it always made people feel cold. That chilly coldness made people shiver unconsciously. Zong Yuanxin’s fingers nimbly tied a knot, and then quickly moved away from Emperor Jingyuan.
The emperor was in a very bad mood at the moment.
After Zong Yuanxin finished treating the patient, he finally had the mood to look at the meatball on the ground.
Kangman was tied too tightly. No matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free from the ropes, let alone escape.
When his mouth was free, Kangman had also thought about whether to expose Emperor Jingyuan’s identity, but when he thought of His Majesty’s cruelty, Kangman dared not act rashly.
Sometimes, dying a clean and neat death is actually a blessing.
Being tortured while alive, that is truly a state of being unable to live and unable to die.
But lying on the ground and listening to the conversation between the two, Kangman always felt it was absurd, and always had a sense of illusion that he might still be dreaming. This strange feeling had been spreading since the beginning of tonight, and even now, he still found it hard to believe.
…Has Emperor Jingyuan ever been so emotional?
That suppressed to the extreme, almost crazy tone, Kangman had never heard before. When His Majesty went crazy, he would only go crazy coldly, slaughtering people with a knife and a blank expression.
When did this cold stone statue actually have vivid emotions?
If the other people in the harem saw this, wouldn’t they be jealous to the point of madness?
There were so many women in the harem, so many national beauties, all for His Majesty the Emperor. But this emperor was cold and unfeeling, with no desire at all. He looked at these women in the harem as if he were looking at dead things.
The reason why the harem has been relatively peaceful after so many years is purely because the emperor has no feelings to speak of.
Emperor Jingyuan had nothing he liked, so there was no so-called target. Everyone was the same. They were all neglected, all pushed aside. They fought to the death in this harem, like a ruthless slaughterhouse, just for the power to climb up.
If they couldn’t get the emperor’s favor, then they had to get power.
Just like the power held in the hands of Consort De, it was so enviable.
But was it that they didn’t want it?
It was because Emperor Jingyuan had no heart at all!
But, now, in Kangman’s opinion, Emperor Jingyuan not only had a heart, but his heart was also alive and kicking, very terrible.
Who could believe that the high and mighty emperor would actually hide his identity and fall for a insignificant little eunuch?
Who could be as presumptuous as Jingzhe, daring to speak so freely in front of the emperor? Listen to what he was saying?
Who dared to want freedom and dignity in front of the emperor.
As soon as he thought of the words he had just heard, Kangman’s face couldn’t help but twist. It was a kind of pressure that was suppressed to the point of almost forming a substance.
He had really heard too many things he shouldn’t have heard.
Kangman knew clearly what this meant.
He was going to die.