In the Silver Moon Kingdom, any man who dared to have an affair with another woman was doomed. He would be drowned in a pig cage. And he would only suffer more, because the King would never let him off the hook. But why was he so unlucky? For the first time in decades, he dared to go to a brothel, embraced so many women, and tried to defy the King's authority, only to be caught red-handed.
"I...I...I..." The Poison Saint, usually so arrogant in front of the Queen, was now so frightened he couldn't utter a complete sentence. He knew that his usual arrogance towards the Queen was only due to her favor. Once he lost the Queen's love, he would be worthless in her eyes. But wasn't this what he wanted? He longed to break free from the Queen, but why, at this point, did he find himself at a loss for words?
“You bunch of lowly people who take the money I gave you without a second thought. I practically begged you for it, and you don’t even want it?” the king continued to question, his voice cold and tinged with sorrow.
Poison Saint's pupils constricted, his face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with panic as he didn't know how to explain himself.
"What do you take me for? I did wrong you and hurt you before, but I have spent thirty years atoning for my sins. Isn't that enough to make you forgive me? I can understand that you have been avoiding me and that you hate me, but why do you have to provoke me in this way? You know that I have feelings for you and love you, so you can be so cruel and ruthless in taking revenge on me?"
"You still seek out women? How do they taste? You've already tasted the flavors of other women, haven't you? You've fulfilled your desire for multiple wives and concubines, haven't you? Are you happy? You've finally gotten what you wanted. You're no longer just my wife, no longer the 'captive' you speak of. You're free, you're amazing!" The King, his eyes bloodshot, roared furiously, slapping the Poison Saint hard across the face. The blow sent the Poison Saint staggering backward, his lower back slamming against the table leg. The Poison Saint winced and gasped in pain, but this time, he could no longer elicit any pity or concern from the King.
The king's expression was cold, and he looked as terrifying as a furious lioness. She was truly heartbroken. She had kept the position of his principal wife vacant for this man, knowing that he was resentful, that he was wronged and hurt, and that he was still young. But she never imagined that he could hurt her to this extent.
"I offered my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the gutter! Can't you see my kindness and love for you? Or do you clearly see it but refuse to accept it? Every time I circle around you, are you secretly laughing at my foolishness? You've manipulated me like a puppet, Lou Yun, you've truly succeeded. You've successfully stabbed me in the heart, again and again, causing me excruciating pain. Are you happy now? You've finally achieved your revenge!" The King sneered self-deprecatingly, his teeth clenched in a vicious rage.
Poison Saint was drenched in cold sweat, unsure whether from pain or fear. He looked at the King's face and aura with terror, and felt a surge of urgency. He was about to speak, but for some reason, he couldn't utter a word, as if his throat were blocked. Seeing the King's suffering, he realized he wasn't experiencing the expected pleasure of revenge.
"Thirty years! From the time I met you when you were seventeen, to the three years we were entangled, and now it has been a full thirty years. I have waited for you for thirty years, from the age of forty to over seventy. Do you think I have many thirty-year periods of time? Do you think I have many thirty-year periods of patience? Do you know the pain of waiting?"
"I know you've wronged yourself by being forced into marriage at such a young age, and by being deceived and taken advantage of by an old woman. But is it wrong for me to love you? I can understand you and am willing to give you time to understand our relationship. That's why I haven't bothered you for thirty years. I only hide away to secretly watch you when I really miss you. But what do you take my patience, waiting, and love for? A cheap, insignificant thing? Or a speck of dust that you can't even see?"
The King's words were filled with heartache and loneliness, yet they also carried a chillingly ruthless cruelty. Everyone said the King was ruthless, but who had ever truly witnessed ruthlessness? But at this moment, the flames flowing in the King's eyes were flames of destruction! A fury powerful enough to destroy everything!
Poison Saint's eyes reddened, but he couldn't utter a word in the face of the King. He was heartbroken. He knew the King had waited for him for many years, but hadn't he also remained chaste for the King for thirty years? Although he didn't want to admit that his despicable and unconscious behavior was for the King, every time he tried to embrace another woman, he would involuntarily think of the King, and then he would lose all interest.
"Lou Yun, you've already tasted other women without my knowledge, haven't you? Did they really taste that good? Is it true that my old and fading body can no longer attract you? You'd rather be a lowly prostitute than be with me, is that right?" the Prince asked sinisterly.
"No! I've never been with any other woman! Don't wrong me." Poison Saint quickly clarified. What a joke! If she misunderstood this, he would not only be wrongly accused to death, but he would probably be tortured to death by the World King.
The king said angrily, his voice dark and menacing, "Do you think I'd still believe you? You've been to brothels before!"
Don't think she doesn't know. How could she really let the Poison Saint roam freely outside? She's not comfortable with his face; it's dangerous for him out there.
"That's because I needed to detoxify the people inside. I really didn't touch any other women, Qin Yinshi, don't wrong me!" Poison Saint panicked and shouted, his voice even sounding like he was about to cry.
Luo Zhiheng watched the spectacle with a bewildered eye, yet still thoroughly entertained. Was this the legendary love and hate? Such a complicated relationship between the two. However, seeing the Poison Saint's defeated, terrified, and speechless expression, Luo Zhiheng couldn't help but sneer. Serves him right, serves him right, truly serves him right! So satisfying, so satisfying! People like you deserve to be taught a lesson.
"So you came here today looking for a woman? I saw it with my own eyes. You're so worthless, any woman will do? You're so obsessed with showing off your manly prowess that you can't find your bearings, huh? Fine, I'll show you what pain is!" The king laughed sinisterly.
Poison Saint's face was deathly pale. He clutched his lower back and retreated in terror, roaring, "Qin Yinshi, you bastard! If it weren't for you back then, I wouldn't be like this. You're the one who made me this inhuman. What business is it of yours that I'm alive and well? Why won't you let me go?"
"Let you go? How can I let you go? If I let you go, who will let me go? I missed you when I was in so much pain, while you were desperately trying to poison me. But whatever you gave me, I drank it all, not a drop was left, even though I was in excruciating pain afterwards. Why do you think I did that? If it weren't for loving you so much and being so afraid of losing you, do you think I would have swallowed poison knowing it was poison? It's just a pity that I was devoted to you, but you trampled on my sincerity like dirt. So I don't need to be polite to you anymore!" The King walked step by step toward the Poison Saint and said in a sinister tone.
"You drank the poison because you felt guilty! Devoted? Don't be ridiculous. You have all sorts of men around you, just like I did when I was with you. You have men on both sides and that's perfectly legitimate, but I have men on both sides and that's considered immoral? Qin Yinshi, you're laughable! With no fewer than ten male concubines by your side, what right do you have to talk to me about being devoted?" the Poison Saint roared, his voice filled with resentment and jealousy.
The King genuinely couldn't tell the difference, but Luo Zhiheng could. That's why she was horrified!
Could it be that even the Poison Saint wasn't entirely indifferent throughout this complex and chaotic tale of love and hate? Did the Poison Saint also care about the World King? But why did the astute World King seem oblivious?
"Now, you have no right to say such things to me. Your actions today have completely shattered your position in my heart. From today onwards, you are nothing more than the lowest and most despicable concubine by my side, a slave!" the king said fiercely.
Poison Saint's pupils constricted, his expression changed drastically, and he looked humiliated.
"Come here!" The World King suddenly appeared in front of the Poison Saint, grabbed him by the neck, and slapped him hard on the neck, knocking the fiercely resisting Poison Saint unconscious. He then carried him away.
The people in the room were dumbfounded, finding everything they heard and saw utterly astonishing.
Luo Zhiheng looked at Mu Yunhe with a half-smile. Mu Yunhe showed no panic, nor any sign of tension, guilt, or unease; instead, he appeared completely calm and composed. Luo Zhiheng smiled and asked, "Don't you have any explanation?"
"What's there to explain? The Poison Saint brought me here. If I had known where I was beforehand, I would never have come," Mu Yunhe said calmly, without exaggeration or further explanation. Because what he said was the truth.
"But I'm so angry! Seeing you in such a filthy place, in contact with those filthy people, makes me want to kill you." Luo Zhiheng flirtatiously tossed her hair and said coldly.
"Yes, it's very dirty. So take me away quickly. As for this place, do whatever you like with it." Mu Yunhe just wanted to go back as soon as possible; the smell in this place was suffocating.
"Please wait a moment." Luo Zhiheng nodded calmly, then elegantly drew her knife and, amidst the screams and panic of the women, hacked the room into a mess. Having vented her anger, she was ready to go back and settle accounts with Mu Yunhe.
She had Mu Yunhe carried away, but less than a quarter of an hour after they left, while the women inside were still in shock, the number one brothel in the Southern Dynasty, which had stood for so many years, inexplicably caught fire! The fire spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the entire Fangguan Tianxia was engulfed in thick smoke.
In broad daylight, a massive tongue of fire engulfed the brothel, and not a single person inside managed to escape. The people fled in panic, crying for help. The government dispatched officials to fight the fire, but it was too late; they could not save the brothel.
This massive fire lasted only an hour from start to finish, but after it ended, the place was completely burned down, leaving only a pile of ashes. No one inside escaped. Later, it was determined that the entire brothel, including its clients, prostitutes, guards, and others, numbered over a hundred people, all perished in the fire.
The cause of the fire remains shrouded in mystery and cannot be found at all.
A massive fire shocked the entire Southern Dynasty, plunging everyone from the royal family to the common people into a state of inexplicable panic. After all, there are no fires without a cause, and the fire burned so quickly that remnants of strong liquor and oil were found at the scene, clearly indicating that it was deliberately set on fire.
Then, rumors spread that two strange groups of guests had arrived at Fangguan Tianxia in the early morning, and the names of Shiwang and Luo Zhiheng once again resounded throughout the Southern Dynasty!
The two women who stormed in are the prime suspects. The two men from before are equally suspicious.
The entire royal palace was eerily calm. An eerie calm.
After Luo Zhiheng returned, she did not immediately interrogate Mu Yunhe, because she was eager to know how the King would deal with the Poison Saint. So she hid outside the King's door and eavesdropped.
Inside the room, Poison Saint had been woken up by the World King, and then a fierce argument broke out. The World King was very irritable, and Poison Saint was also furious. The two were at loggerheads, neither willing to give in. In the end, the World King slapped Poison Saint hard across the face, and then the sound of slaps echoed. Poison Saint, with great pride, remained silent.
Luo Zhiheng's cheeks trembled upon hearing this. Wasn't this a bit too cruel? The Prince could be so ruthless towards the man he loved; she wondered how she would treat Mu Yunhe later.
"Say you love me! Say you are my slave!"
Suddenly, the king's furious roar came from inside, commanding with the full demeanor of a queen.
Luo Zhiheng was so curious that she couldn't help but get up and poke a hole in the window paper to look inside. What she saw was truly earth-shattering, leaving her completely stunned and dumbfounded!
The Poison Saint was seen being forcefully pinned down by the World King, both of them disheveled. The Poison Saint's face was obscured, but her beautiful, stunning chestnut hair was spread out on the shiny ground like seaweed, and a faint red and swollen handprint was visible on her profile.
The Poison Saint roared defiantly, "You're dreaming! I'm not your slave! Qin Yinshi, you bastard, you want me to be your slave for life, the lowest of the low, a sex slave, do you think I don't know that? I refuse to obey you! Die, just die already!"
With a loud slap, the King began to brutally slap the Poison Saint's mouth again. Luo Zhiheng's pupils constricted; the King's manner of beating someone was truly ferocious. His slender body and beautiful face were now completely distorted. Luo Zhiheng was too shocked to watch any longer and quickly squatted down.
Then came the King's soft yet chilling voice in the air: "You're being stubborn, aren't you? I'll see how long you can keep up this stubbornness, incited by your old friend. Yun'er, aren't you most adorable when you're begging me for my affection?"
"Qin Yinshi, you bastard! Let me go! Don't give me that stuff again! You're not allowed to... Ugh!" The Poison Saint's words were muffled by something, followed by a violent cough and gagging. Then, the Poison Saint roared hysterically, "You son of a bitch! You gave me aphrodisiacs again! I'll fight you to the death!" 17.
This is outrageous! How could the King of the World do this? He actually forced the Poison Saint to have a relationship with her like this? No wonder the Poison Saint resisted her so much.
"You'll never learn. I've given you face, but you don't want it. So I won't give you face anymore. Be good, and when the drug takes effect, I'll pamper you. But if you're not good now, I'll make you suffer to death in a moment!" At this moment, the King was a completely different person—evil, mysterious, effeminate, and insane.
Then, after a short while, Poison Saint began to groan intermittently and uncontrollably. The World King forced Poison Saint to beg him to say that he was a sex slave, Qin Yinshi's sex slave. If he didn't say it, the World King would watch him from afar, coldly and without pity as he watched Poison Saint lying on the ground, weak and helpless, wanting but unable to get what he wanted.
"Will you beg me or not?"
"No...please..."
The king grinned maliciously: "Then you'll suffer to death. This is the largest dose of medicine you'll take. You won't make it. No one but me can save you." As he spoke, the king took off his clothes.
Her figure was sexy and perfect, smooth as jade, enough to drive any man mad. Especially for someone like Poison Saint, who had her in his heart and was under the influence of the divine aphrodisiac, what about him?
Poison Saint lunged at King Shi, acting very manly, but King Shi dodged. Poison Saint's voice changed instantly in anger, no longer the rough and aged sound of a seventy or eighty-year-old man, but filled with the tenderness of a young boy, low and hoarse with a hint of sweet coquetry, humming with a sob in its tone. It stood motionless, no longer looking at King Shi, nor begging her anymore.
The king was furious. His refusal to beg for mercy, his refusal to look at her, and his lack of resistance made the king tremble all over. Seeing his distress, she felt like she was dying of pain, but he just wouldn't beg her. How could she bear to do that?
Enraged, the King rushed over and slapped him hard across the face, tearing his clothes to shreds and revealing his fair and smooth chest. Like a wild beast, she pounced on him, and the two quickly became entangled, biting and biting each other like wild animals, fiercely resisting each other in a desperate embrace. And subtly, it seemed the Poison Saint had gained the upper hand.
Because the Poison Saint turned around and pinned the World King beneath him.
This is way too R-rated!!
Luo Zhiheng quickly covered her eyes, her head covered in cold sweat, but her face was burning hot. She rushed out of the Prince's courtyard with weak legs.
Having lived two lives, this was the first time she'd ever spied on someone, and she'd witnessed such a wicked scene. But the King deserved to die! Shouldn't she have given the Poison Saint a good beating? Why did it end up like they were having sex? Isn't that bizarre? They were clearly so angry, why didn't they beat each other up, or have the King cripple the Poison Saint? Instead, they were being incredibly affectionate!
Luo Zhiheng returned to her and Mu Yunhe's courtyard, filled with confusion and worry. She found her wet nurse and Xiao Xizi peeking nervously from the doorway.
"What are you doing?" Luo Zhiheng asked. Qi Wan was away recently because she had sent him to 'take care' of Luo Ning Shuang. She was worried that Luo Ning Shuang might try to take advantage of the situation, so in order to fundamentally solve the trouble caused by this uncertainty, Luo Zhiheng directly sent Qi Wan to monitor Luo Ning Shuang and, incidentally, put her under house arrest.
"Your Highness, please come quickly! What's wrong with the young prince?" Xiao Xizi said with a mournful expression, as if he had seen a savior.
Luo Zhiheng was startled. Could it be that his fall and injury were too serious? Startled, Luo Zhiheng rushed inside, but as soon as she entered, she immediately took a step back, staring dumbfounded at the man sitting in the chair. After a long while, she exclaimed, "What are you doing? Put those things down quickly!"
Mu Yunhe carried a bundle of firewood on his back. Don't underestimate that bundle; it was enough to crush him at that moment! Mu Yunhe was now covered in sweat and his face was pale. (Saint Cuotou Kuheng)
Mu Yunhe was resolute, his deep gaze carrying a light that frightened Luo Zhiheng. He said sincerely but weakly, "Aheng, I am apologizing to you."
"Huh?" Luo Zhiheng was dumbfounded.
“Although I’m not carrying brambles, I’m sincere. Xiao Xizi couldn’t find brambles, so she could only find a bundle of firewood to use instead. Although I didn’t kneel down to beg for forgiveness, I’m sincere. Aheng, you said what happened today made you very angry, but I really don’t know what that place is. I don’t want you to be angry, do you believe me?” Mu Yunhe looked at her with a clear and innocent expression, asking in a slightly coquettish tone.
Luo Zhiheng's heart immediately softened, feeling a tingling sensation: "I believe you!" But the next moment she saw Mu Yunhe's cunning smile, and Luo Zhiheng immediately became wary.
Chapter 1 is here! Huasha is working hard to write Chapter 2! My darlings, guess what Xiaohehe is going to say to Aheng? Hehe, please vote, leave comments, and give me monthly tickets! Group kisses!
280 Ah Heng, let's have a baby!
Updated: 2013-08-23 15:14:49 Word Count: 3376
"Aheng, I knew you believed me!" Mu Yunhe looked very happy, smiling innocently. He stood up stiffly, but the bundle of firewood almost made him fall.
"Be careful!" Luo Zhiheng rushed over to support him, then turned back angrily and said, "Hurry up and take this thing down! Who told you to go and find him some firewood? He's being silly, and you're all messing around with him? Can his body withstand this stuff?"
Xiao Xizi felt wronged after being scolded. It was the young prince who told her to go find the things. If she hadn't gone, the young prince would have kicked her out. Waaah!
After removing the firewood, Luo Zhiheng pressed Mu Yunhe into a chair and deliberately asked with a stern face, "I believe you, but you've gone too far today. Can you really trust what that Poison Saint said? You didn't even tell me where you were going. What am I supposed to do if something happens to you? You've really gone too far today!"
“I know I upset you today. But I didn’t expect Poison Saint to be such a bastard, taking me to a place like that. How come I didn’t know such a place existed before? The women were dressed so provocatively, don’t their husbands and parents care about them?” Mu Yunhe asked curiously.
Luo Zhiheng suppressed a laugh and sneered, "You're a man, shouldn't you know this kind of thing without being told? Why are you asking me? Didn't that Poison Saint explain it to you quite well?"
Mu Yunhe asked innocently, "If I said I went in and was startled by those monsters, would Aheng believe me?"
Luo Zhiheng quickly turned her face away, but a smile crept onto her lips.
"Of course I believe you! Didn't you see how terrified Mu Yunhe was when he was surrounded by those women? If Luo Zhiheng hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it either. But because she saw it, she's not so angry about Mu Yunhe's behavior today. After all, he was innocently deceived, wasn't he?"
"But what exactly happened to you? Why did you go to that place with that old man?" Luo Zhiheng suddenly pressed her for an answer.
Mu Yunhe felt a little awkward. He didn't know how to tell Luo Zhiheng about the strange phenomenon he experienced whenever he saw her or had physical contact with her. He found it difficult to say this to Luo Zhiheng, worried that she would think he was indecent, which would be counterproductive. But then he thought, if he didn't tell Aheng honestly, when would he ever know what the pleasure between men and women felt like? And how would he have a child?
Mu Yunhe knew how to gain the most sympathy and soften Luo Zhiheng's heart. His gaze was hesitant, and his voice was weak: "Aheng, that old man took me to learn...how to have a baby."
Luo Zhiheng's eyelids twitched violently, and the wet nurse burst out laughing, turning around and leaving, instantly taking the dumbfounded Xiao Xizi with her.
"Can't you be a little more tactful?" If she didn't already know why they went there, Luo Zhiheng might have actually killed Mu Yunhe in a fit of rage. How dare they go to a brothel! Absolutely unforgivable.
But Mu Yunhe was so innocent, and judging from her reaction, this man was a good person inside and out, and very loyal to her. Moreover, the objective reason was that she was tricked by the Poison Saint; oh, Mu Yunhe bore almost no responsibility. Therefore, there was no reason to blame her for the nude photos. Hengxin is not as good as Xi.