Chapter 97: Where Exactly Did It Go Wrong?
The carriage stopped within the palace gates. Heavy snow drifted down, quickly blanketing the carriage in white.
After the carriage halted, the Little Emperor ordered everyone to withdraw thirty feet. Now, there was no one in the thirty-foot radius around the carriage, so naturally, no one heard the suggestive, broken moans that irrepressibly spilled from within.
Rong Yin’s robes were open, revealing his wide shoulders, chiseled abs, and V-lines in their entirety.
His hands were bound to the carriage wall, leaving him unable to resist. He could only allow those wicked hands to roam freely over him.
The Little Emperor’s clothes were immaculate. One hand held a dagger in threat, while the other ran wantonly, pinching suggestive red marks onto his skin.
Just as Rong Yin was on the verge of breaking, she suddenly hooked an arm around his waist, leaned in to kiss his chest, and gave him a deliberate bite.
"So obedient."
Her fun had, her kiss given, the Little Emperor departed with a cool flourish, leaving Rong Yin alone to deal with the aftermath.
Overwhelmed by the stimulation, he leaned his head back, utterly spent. A tearful glint formed uncontrollably at the corners of his eyes. His messy robes were still open, presenting a thoroughly debauched and sensual picture.
Even though he had intentionally set out to seduce the Little Emperor, Rong Yin had never imagined it would turn out like this.
’This wasn’t how I thought it would go. I was the one pushing things forward, so why am I the one who ended up completely routed?’
’Where exactly did it go wrong?’
’I knew the Little Emperor was no saint, but this... this is just too wicked.’
’She has no consorts, male or female. Where did she learn such tormenting tricks?’
Xiao Yang didn’t care what Rong Yin was thinking.
She had no intention of crossing that line for the time being, but if Rong Yin insisted on seducing her, she had plenty of ways to put him in his place.
She was lazy by nature, but when push came to shove, she refused to be passive.
’Whether Rong Yin’s feelings for me are genuine affection or simple desire, they are ultimately fleeting. If I let him have his way so easily, my doom will be sealed the moment he grows tired of me.’
’In the face of Imperial Power, conscience is a fragile thing.’
’So I must be the one to control him, make him crave what he can’t have, until he falls completely.’
’As I thought. For all his ’advanced age,’ Rong Yin is a complete novice. Heh...’
Many people would be losing sleep tonight, but His Majesty the Emperor was not among them.
It was obvious who ended up suffering from Rong Yin’s attempt at seduction.
Liu Shixu wasn’t much of a threat to Xiao Yang. It all came down to a simple principle: there were plenty of crimes to pin on someone. To solve the problem, you just had to kill them. Once a person was dead, all their plots and schemes vanished.
This wasn’t a society governed by laws; it was a society governed by the Emperor.
An Emperor didn’t need to be exceptionally wise or benevolent, but they absolutely had to possess the ruthlessness to draw a blade.
Officials might defy a benevolent and wise monarch, but they wouldn’t dare defy a tyrant. Even the proudest, most loyal ministers, when faced with a tyrant, would do nothing more than plead earnestly for the ruler to be good.
They didn’t dare to resist, because all those who had resisted were dead.
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, the weak becoming prey for the strong—these were immutable laws of nature.
So, when Rong Yin produced the address, Xiao Yang gave it to Li Wei.
"Leave no one alive."
’He’s an escaped fugitive. I hadn’t even bothered to settle the score, yet he doesn’t know how to keep his head down. Since he dares to come out and provoke me, wouldn’t it be rude of me not to kill him?’
「Regent Prince Mansion.」
Qing Feng entered to report, "Prince, His Majesty ordered General Li to move in. They’ve killed thirty men, but Liu Shixu was spirited away. General Li is currently leading a search for him."
"Take some men, track him down in secret, and kill Liu Shixu."
Rong Yin was changing clothes after his bath. As his fingertips brushed the bite mark over his heart, his voice grew hoarse at the memory of the night’s encounter.
Qing Feng paused. "Prince, what’s wrong with your voice? Are you feeling unwell? Shall I call for a physician?"
"Ahem. That won’t be necessary."