Chapter 61
This time, when Gu Mang collapsed, he remained in a dazed unconsciousness for a full five or six days before […]
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.
This time, when Gu Mang collapsed, he remained in a dazed unconsciousness for a full five or six days before […]
His voice was not loud, but it was filled with the oppressive weight of dark clouds. “Lu Zhanxing…” Gu Mang
After that day, Gu Mang gained a new understanding of Mo Xi. Although Mo Xi always exuded an air of
On Feiyao Terrace hung lanterns of all shapes and arrangements—some woven from bamboo, some covered in paper—looking like a brilliant
When Mo Xi and Meng Ze returned from outside, the main hall was already filled with guests. Princess Yanping spotted
Mo Xi’s head was splitting with pain, yet he still gritted his teeth and shook him off, saying in a
That night, it was Meng Ze who sent Mo Xi back to his residence. Originally, this was unbecoming of a
Gu Mang said nothing. His blue eyes looked into the black ones, while incense ash drifted silently around them. Jiang
The two of them turned around and saw Murong Lian, his white robes fluttering in the wind, holding his long-stemmed
A drop of dew dripped from the cypress leaves. Mo Xi’s wide sleeves fluttered in the clear breeze. He stood
Mo Xi was stunned for a moment, then slowly said, “…No need. “If you don’t like the steamed buns… there’s
“…” Mo Xi stood with his arms folded across his chest, his long legs leaning against the corridor pillar behind
Mo Xi was stunned for a moment. He understood what Gu Mang meant, but he also did not know what
Since Mo Xi had said so, Gu Mang did his best not to dwell on the details from the eve
“Heart-Calming Grass?” Inside the physician’s residence, Jiang Fuli set down the book in his hands, raised her almond-shaped eyes, and
His Adam’s apple moved slightly, like a young beast cautiously testing danger, probing little by little. Completely unaware, Mo Xi
Inside the Golden Hall, His Majesty sat sideways with his chin propped on one hand, turning the string of jade
The walnut boat soared through the floating clouds beneath the vast canopy of sky. The pleasure boat kept pace with
Gu Mang lowered his head in front of him, his face still carrying the lingering flush from the dream, his
Two boats broke through the clouds and descended together. As the black clouds dispersed and the ground drew closer, they