Chapter 41
Yue Chenqing laughed. “Xihe Jun, you asked the right person! Every year, Chonghua has those idle people who compile ranking […]
The traitorous general Gu Mang was returning to his homeland. Everyone wanted to see him dead, and it was said that the one who hated him most was his former best friend—the cold and ascetic Young Master Mo.
The rumours said: Young Master Mo prepared three hundred and sixty-five methods of torture to interrogate him with, just waiting to try them out on Gu Mang. They were so varied it was more than enough to toy with him for a year without repetition.
Except these rumours were very quickly forbidden by Young Master Mo. The reason given was that they described him as a lunatic, and were severely inconsistent with reality.
So what was the truth?
The truth was even more unspeakable—
Mo Xi’s identity: the most abstinent commander of the empire.
His relationship with the traitor Gu Mang: they’d slept together before.
Yue Chenqing laughed. “Xihe Jun, you asked the right person! Every year, Chonghua has those idle people who compile ranking […]
Although the disturbance caused by Li Qingqian could temporarily be considered over, Mo Xi knew in his heart that this
For Gu Mang’s first few days, Li Wei’s arrangements were—no arrangements. Mo Xi was very dissatisfied with that. With a
When Mo Xi arrived at the main hall, Gu Mang was already there. “This morning I spoke to him for
“Sit.” There was no one else in the main hall. Mo Xi spoke indifferently. Gu Mang did not stand on
The moment the servant mentioned “that important matter,” Mo Xi immediately understood. Chonghua had an extremely shocking secret. The number
The next day happened to be a court recess, and Mo Xi brought Gu Mang to register him as a
If he had not said anything, it would have been fine. But the moment he spoke, Yue Chenqing became both
Over these years, Chonghua’s national power had risen rapidly. Restaurants of all sizes had sprung up throughout the imperial capital
Gu Mang was somewhat frightened by the sudden change in Mo Xi’s expression. After hesitating for a while, he finally
“Will hating me make you hurt?” “……” The speaker had no intention behind his words, but the listener took them
Sparks drifted and curled above the charcoal brazier. Inside the sleeping quarters, the pale green curtains hung low, covering the
Gu Mang looked at him. His bare toes under the table rubbed restlessly back and forth twice. Then he suddenly
Gu Mang did not like drinking the medicine Jiang Fuli prescribed. The reason was simple: it was too spicy. Jiang
After receiving the medicine, Mo Xi naturally had to take Gu Mang back. He and Jiang Fuli returned to the
This happened so suddenly that Gu Mang did not even have time to steady himself. He stumbled helplessly into the
The Imperial Army’s sacrificial procession was solemn and majestic. With ceremonial halberds held high, they traveled eastward from the Imperial
Mo Xi himself was not very good at cooking, so he troubled the imperial chefs to prepare some food to
Mo Xi looked as if he’d touched something filthy, or like a cat burned by red-hot tongs; his dark eyes
“My senior brother is teaching me?” Gu Mang suddenly opened his eyes. His deep blue eyes shone with a moist