Inside the chamber, the two men had already changed positions several times.
Now Mu Xueshi’s legs were spread wide, fixed against the Third Prince’s waist. The prince moved fiercely, thrusting in and out with relentless rhythm. Mu Xueshi’s tight entrance had already grown swollen and flushed, yet it still struggled to endure the prince’s overwhelming size.
Both of them were nearing the brink.
Just then, the Third Prince suddenly stopped.
Mu Xueshi froze in confusion. A moment later, discomfort surged through him. He immediately recalled the last time the prince had punished him—using this very trick. It had nearly driven him mad.
“Stop tormenting me already…” Mu Xueshi said miserably, his voice on the verge of tears, long past caring about his dignity.
The Third Prince suddenly revealed a charming smile, so alluring that Mu Xueshi momentarily lost himself staring at it.
Leaning close, the prince brushed his lips against Mu Xueshi’s ear and murmured teasingly,
“This way, the pleasure lasts longer.”
Mu Xueshi’s face flushed crimson. A strange sense of imbalance rose in his heart. The prince seemed to understand these matters even better than he did—and Mu Xueshi had watched plenty of adult films in his previous life.
This world was hardly rich in information, and the Third Prince rarely interacted with others—yet he knew such things so clearly. Surely… he must have had prior experience.
“Don’t lose focus.”
The prince thrust again suddenly, striking precisely against that sensitive spot. Mu Xueshi shuddered violently.
Yet Mu Xueshi was still brooding over that earlier thought. He turned his small head aside stubbornly. Even though it felt good, he refused to look at the prince.
The Third Prince had no idea what kind of sulking mood Mu Xueshi had fallen into. But seeing him pout like that was unexpectedly adorable.
Unable to resist, the prince kissed Mu Xueshi’s cheek and grasped his fragile length, stroking it as he continued thrusting in and out.
Soon Mu Xueshi was once again approaching the edge—
And once more the prince abruptly stopped.
Mu Xueshi nearly went mad.
This cycle repeated five or six times. Only when Mu Xueshi’s voice had grown hoarse with tears did the prince finally drive forward in a fierce rush. Both of them were swept over the peak together.
It was the most soul-shattering climax Mu Xueshi had ever experienced. The sensation lasted for a long time, electric tremors coursing through his body even after the height of pleasure had passed.
The two of them shuddered together for quite some time before gradually calming down.
Afterward, Mu Xueshi lay there in exhaustion, dazed. His body felt deeply satisfied, and even his heart seemed faintly comforted.
The Third Prince dressed himself neatly before turning back to smooth Mu Xueshi’s hair. With a serious expression he said,
“Rest properly. Don’t go anywhere. If I discover you wandering about again, I will not be lenient.”
“…Alright.”
Mu Xueshi answered reluctantly, burying his face in the blankets.
When the Third Prince stepped outside, Mu Xueshi happened to see Qingya standing by the doorway, covering her mouth as she stifled laughter.
Trying to recover some dignity, Mu Xueshi deliberately cleared his throat and shouted toward the door,
“Whether I go out or not is my own freedom!”
He assumed the prince had already left.
What he did not know was that Sun Ye was still guarding outside. The Third Prince had only just stopped outside the door when he heard Mu Xueshi’s protest.
Seeing that the prince’s expression remained calm, Sun Ye reported everything that had happened earlier in precise detail.
The Third Prince accepted the letter. Slowly he drew out the sheet of paper within and fixed his gaze upon the words written there.
If you want the antidote, come tomorrow at noon.
A small meeting at Wangyun Peak.
The prince read the message several times. Then he pinched the paper between his fingers, noticing that its texture differed from the stationery used in the imperial court.
Looking up at Sun Ye, he asked,
“The person you fought—what sect’s martial arts did he use?”
Sun Ye pondered for a moment, still looking puzzled.
“He used a staff, but it wasn’t ordinary staff technique. It’s rarely seen in the Central Plains. I’ve studied martial arts for years, yet I’ve seldom encountered such moves.”
A cold gleam flashed in the Third Prince’s eyes.
In an instant he realized who had been ruthless enough to tamper with Mu Xueshi’s face.
Fortunately, in his earlier urgency he had not rashly gone to seek the Emperor—otherwise it might have caused further complications.
Thinking of that face—the one that delighted in stirring chaos—dark malice gathered in the prince’s gaze.
“Dismissed.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Sun Ye quickly returned to his post.
But when he arrived, the Gu Master Mo Ru had vanished.
Startled, he searched everywhere, yet there was no trace of him.
Had something happened?
To Sun Ye’s surprise, he found himself worrying about the very man he had always found irritating.
After all, the Gu Master had blocked that staff strike for him.
If anything had happened because Sun Ye had hurried off to report to the Third Prince… the mere thought filled him with guilt.
The Third Prince no longer needed to visit Taihe Hall, so he returned directly to his chamber.
Mu Xueshi had already fallen asleep. The blankets had been kicked down to the foot of the bed.
Dressed only in his inner garments, Mu Xueshi lay sprawled across the bed in an ungainly starfish position, his face peaceful and relaxed.
His chest was slightly exposed, revealing pale skin dotted with marks—clear traces of their earlier passion.
The Third Prince stepped forward and gently pulled the clothing over his chest.
Just then Mu Xueshi muttered in his sleep, sounding dissatisfied about something. Then he grabbed the prince’s thumb and twisted it twice before settling down again, sleeping soundly.
The Third Prince couldn’t help but smile wryly.
The gloomy mood brought on by the letter faded somewhat.
Yet Mu Xueshi’s complexion seemed to be worsening.
Earlier, the thin membrane covering his face had concealed the wound beneath. Now, upon closer inspection, his face appeared dim and faintly bluish.
The Third Prince refused to leave his side.
He ordered Mu Xueshi’s guard, Lu Fei, to visit Physician Li and obtain medicine to temporarily suppress the poison’s spread.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the palace…
Shangchuan Hong gazed at the kneeling subordinate before him, a faint smile curling his lips as he leisurely sipped tea.
“I never expected the poison I planted at Changxin Courtyard that day would only take effect now,” he mused. “If Mu Xueshi didn’t possess such peerless beauty, all my efforts would have been wasted.”
Zhang Mu looked slightly disappointed.
“I tried to approach the Third Prince’s palace to observe Mu Xueshi’s condition, but I couldn’t get close.”
“Was Su Ruhan there?” Shangchuan Hong raised a brow.
Zhang Mu shook his head.
“I attempted to infiltrate when Su Ruhan was absent. But the prince’s courtyard was full of experts. I encountered another guard and fought him for several hundred moves without victory. Someone else secretly assisted him by setting up a Gu poison array. I had no choice but to leave the letter and withdraw.”
Shangchuan Hong chuckled.
“The Emperor of Yunxi truly spares no effort when it comes to the Third Prince. Every treasure ends up in that courtyard. Hearing this almost makes me want to visit it myself.”
Zhang Mu smiled knowingly.
“If Master personally acts, the harvest will surely be different.”
Shangchuan Hong’s brows relaxed.
Tonight he had entered the palace not only for the prince’s courtyard—there was someone else he wished to meet.
“Brother…”
“Brother…”
Su Ruhan was walking through the purple bamboo grove beneath Gaowang Pavilion when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
Startled, he looked around.
Deep within the bamboo forest stood a slender figure.
Shoulder-length hair, a shy smile, and clear eyes shimmering under the cold moonlight.
“Qian’er…?”
Su Ruhan murmured the name silently.
Step by step he approached, the smile before him so real it no longer resembled the illusion he had longed for countless days and nights.
His grip tightened around his sword.
In the next instant—
The beautiful smile vanished.
A human-skin mask was removed, revealing Shangchuan Hong’s handsome face beneath it.
“Long time no see, Captain Su.”
Su Ruhan’s gaze turned icy.
“I almost forgot—you were once Yunxi’s most famous master of disguise. You can imitate anyone.”
At the words “Yunxi,” Shangchuan Hong’s lips twitched slightly before he laughed softly.
“But Captain Su,” he said teasingly, “when I called you ‘Brother’ just now, your reaction was quite something.”
Su Ruhan raised his sword.
“Traitor. In the future, you’d best not disguise yourself as that person again.”
Feigning submission, Shangchuan Hong replied lightly,
“Who would dare disobey Captain Su? After all, your martial arts are unmatched beneath heaven.”
Su Ruhan drew his blade, its arc flashing coldly in the moonlight.
“You’ve already trespassed into this courtyard today. Do you still expect to leave alive? I’d love to see the expression on Hao Lin’s face if he lost such a handsome Prime Minister.”
Shangchuan Hong showed no fear.
Instead, he walked calmly toward the sword’s edge and said playfully,
“Hao Lin may not care whether I live or die. But someone else does.”
“If you kill me, the Third Prince will kill you.”
Su Ruhan’s hand froze.
In that instant he understood.
And Shangchuan Hong vanished into the bamboo grove.
The forest returned to stillness as if nothing had happened.
After a moment, his distant voice drifted through the night:
“Next time I come, I’ll disguise myself as the one inside the Third Prince’s chambers…”
Back in the room, Mu Xueshi suddenly jolted awake.
It felt as though something had struck him, instantly forcing him into consciousness.
The Third Prince rushed in immediately.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, gripping Mu Xueshi’s shoulders.
Mu Xueshi stared blankly and shook his head.
But then he noticed—
The Third Prince had become two people.
Their figures overlapped, separated, and merged again.
Terrified, Mu Xueshi looked around. Everything had doubled. Even when he raised his hand to rub his eyes, he saw two arms and couldn’t tell which was real.
“Ah!”
A sharp pain pierced his chest.
He clutched at it, only to feel his body growing strangely light—rising, then falling.
He tried to grab the Third Prince but couldn’t.
When he looked down, he saw his own white bones, as if his living body were being torn away from them.
“No… no…”
His eyes widened with horror.
The Third Prince immediately pulled him into his arms. Feeling his forehead, he realized Mu Xueshi had a fever.
He soothed him while ordering the maids to prepare medicine.
Moments later, Mu Xueshi’s rigid body suddenly relaxed.
It felt as if he had been struck once more—and all the strange symptoms vanished instantly.
Now he only felt weak.
Seeing that he had returned to normal, the Third Prince wiped the sweat from his brow and asked gently,
“What exactly happened?”
Mu Xueshi felt a faint unease.
It was as if something inevitable was slowly approaching him step by step.
Gripping the Third Prince’s hand tightly, he took a deep breath and forced a calm smile.
“Nothing… just a nightmare.”
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