[Transmigration] The War God's Consort

Chapter 53

"Yu Xiang, what... what are you doing... let me go!" Feng Xinglie cried out anxiously. Seriously? She, the dignified underworld emperor, was being forced to shout at someone? If word got out, people would laugh themselves to death!

However, the magnified, handsome face pressed against hers showed no intention of lifting her up, nor did the hand gripping her wrist loosen its hold. The man's long, narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes, brimming with undisguised affection and an unusual gleam, were so alluring and sensual that Feng Xinglie felt dizzy. She froze, thinking she must be going crazy to use such a word as "sensual" to describe a man…

Did Ling Yuxiang take the wrong medicine today? What's wrong with him? Why is he giving her such a strange and unsettling feeling?

Chapter Ninety-One: I Want to Love You

Although Feng Xinglie gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with a fierce light as if she wanted to devour the man before her, her trembling body and erratic breathing betrayed her earlier actions under his warm, teasing hands. Feng Xinglie sadly realized that from the moment he pressed down on her, she had shown absolutely no sign of resistance, not even a token struggle. Had he also taken the wrong medicine? How could she be so ladylike, allowing herself to be touched so freely?

The temperature in the room rose sharply, and the curtains fluttered gently in the dim, ambiguous candlelight. On the soft bed, her clothes were slowly and carefully removed. Although Ling Yuxiang still held her captive, every movement was extremely gentle. His eyes, like water, shone with a tender and affectionate light, leaving Feng Xinglie's mind blank. Once again, he lost himself in his fiery tenderness.

A sudden chill made her shiver. Feng Xinglie was stunned, looked down and nearly fainted, only then realizing that her clothes had been taken off.

Looking up, she saw that the stunningly handsome man's long, black hair was now completely loose, unlike his usual imposing appearance when his hair was tied up. At this moment, a captivating smile played on his lips. Although he was still incredibly charming, he exuded an indescribable, seductive allure. To hell with all those superstars! The Ling Yuxiang before her was more perfect than any man she had ever seen! Just looking at such a top-notch man was an extreme visual treat.

She had experienced firsthand how good Ling Yuxiang's physique was, and now, seeing him naked and muscular in the dim candlelight, exuding masculine charm with not an ounce of excess fat and not a single muscle, she couldn't help but swallow hard.

With such beauty before him, how could he not be moved? Feng Xinglie, who rarely understood the meaning of 'restraint,' looked him up and down with fiery passion, chuckling and praising him, teasingly remarking, "You look better without clothes on."

“From now on, I won’t wear it in front of you.” He chuckled softly, leaning down to gaze at her as if she were a precious treasure. The more he looked at her, the hotter his heart became, and his blood was flowing with love for her.

"Nonsense! As long as I'm here, do you think you'd go around naked in front of other people? Humph, don't forget, those two bastards, Yao Tianlin and Qingli, are always outside our door..." Her heart pounded uncontrollably at his sweet words. Feng Xinglie wasn't unaware that these were love words, but when he said them, they made her heart race, her hands flutter, and in her panic, she once again became incoherent.

Seeing Ling Yuxiang's somewhat displeased expression, Feng Xinglie finally stopped talking, suddenly realizing his mistake and angrily wanting to correct it.

"Yu Xiang, I'm not... um..." She desperately tried to say something, but he bit her chest, wantonly licking and sucking her sensitive spots, causing a shocking tremor! She reflexively bit her lower lip, and a muffled groan of unbearable groan escaped from her throat, infinitely seductive.

"Don't think about them! You're thinking about other men in my bed? Am I so bad that you can ignore me like this?" He bit her lightly as punishment in a fit of anger, but he couldn't bear to hurt her. Ling Yuxiang was also a little frustrated with how much he cherished her. Hadn't he suffered enough after she had him wrapped around her little finger? But he just couldn't bring himself to be cruel to her.

"Hmm, let's ignore them. I only want you, and you're only allowed to think of me!" With a wave of tingling, Feng Xinglie smiled sweetly with his eyes narrowed. Ling Yuxiang's jealousy seemed unreasonable and even shameless, but it was precisely because of these actions that were different from his usual behavior that she felt an indescribable sense of superiority. He was different towards her.

Ling Yuxiang took a deep breath, realizing that she was also treasuring him. Joy seemed to overflow from his body. His long black hair intertwined with hers, creating the illusion that they would be entangled like this forever. His handsome face lowered further, covering hers: "From a long time ago, there has only been you in my heart."

The vow, etched in her heart, was not an exaggeration. Feng Xinglie closed her eyes, moved, knowing that everything he said was true.

The sweet kiss, domineering yet tender, the pleasure of mutual intimacy made her dizzy. Ling Yuxiang, who usually disliked tormenting her, was repeatedly teasing her today, igniting her passion without properly soothing her.

Feng Xinglie felt increasingly hot and restless. Her beautiful eyes soon became misty, and the emptiness in her heart caused by lust desperately needed solace. However, the man in front of her continued to tease and kiss her leisurely, without stopping. This made her uncomfortable, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly. The intense fire made her breathing heavier and hotter. Her restrained hands twitched slightly, trying to break free, but Ling Yuxiang once again pressed them down with all his might without any room for negotiation.

"Ling Yuxiang, you!" Feng Xinglie was furious. What did this guy mean? He'd driven her to the brink of madness and now he was just going to abandon her? Such a foolish thing to treat herself like this. How could she do that? Her inner energy suddenly gathered, she gritted her teeth and glared at him, her mind made up. She secretly vowed that if this guy didn't know what was good for him, she would rape him by force!

He's her man anyway! Being raped by her is his blessing!

Feng Xinglie thought to himself, self-righteous and sullen.

Ling Yuxiang couldn't help but chuckle. He knew this woman's temperament well enough to guess what she was thinking when he saw her violent expression. Normally, he would have let go and shared a drink with her, but today…

"Lie, don't move. Don't be stubborn with me today, okay? Let me do it, okay?" He, like a child yearning for candy, kept rubbing his lips against her earlobe, face, neck, and red lips, clinging to her like a spoiled child, as if wanting to kiss every inch of her face. Today, he was determined to let her experience what it meant to be 'intoxicated by pleasure,' to let her properly experience his skills. How could he let her retaliate?

"I want to love you properly." He was burning with passion, searing and scalding her, shamelessly pinning her down so she had no chance to move. His warm kisses slowly slid down, covering her entire body, igniting her relentlessly.

"Lie, I want to cherish you and love you properly." He was sincere and earnest, his eyes full of tenderness, and even at this moment, he was still so considerate in asking for her consent.

Those long, beautiful phoenix eyes sparkled once more, their deep affection so intense it could drown Feng Xinglie. He was instantly softened by this profound tenderness, and the inner strength he had just mustered vanished. A soft moan escaped his lips, a tacit acquiescence to her words.

When emotions run high, it's hard to control oneself—this is absolutely true!

Seeing her body soften, Ling Yuxiang was very happy. If she didn't value him so much, why would she give up her usual domineering approach? Satisfied, he licked and bit her delicate lips, whispering seductively in her ear in a low, husky voice, "I will make you happy."

"That'd better be it. If you make me uncomfortable, I'll kick you off the bed." Feng Xinglie threatened in his usual tone, his beautiful face radiating scorn, clearly not considering that she simply didn't have that ability...

What would happen if she just accepted it all? Feng Xinglie had always been a proactive person, never passively letting others control him, even in bed. So she really didn't know what it felt like to be passive. There was a strange yet exciting and expectant feeling.

As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Yuxiang, with a happy smile, pounced and rolled onto the center of the soft bed.

I want to love her so much I'm going crazy!

Waves of pleasure washed over her, one after another, and Feng Xinglie quickly fell under his control. In their intense entanglement, her body burned with desire, limp and powerless. In his frenzy, the moans that escaped her lips were no longer a chance to resist. His erect, hard, sturdy member, like branding iron, penetrated her sensitive depths again and again, creating even more trembling pleasure.

Feng Xinglie admitted that Ling Yuxiang possessed the charm and skill to drive women crazy. Her excessively handsome face and perfect figure alone were enough to bewitch anyone. However, she had been too assertive the first two times, so he was hesitant to use techniques that might make her jealous.

This time, however, he seized the opportunity, ignoring those thoughts and showering her with affection. He easily discovered every sensitive spot on her body, teasing and arousing her to the point of near madness! The thrilling pleasure intensified, creating a sensation of heaven and hell intertwined. As she reached the peak of passionate ecstasy, she couldn't help but scratch a few red marks on his body. This feeling was simply too wonderful to describe...

"Lie, you're so sweet... I love you so much, I love you, I love you..." Ling Yuxiang kept whispering in her ear, each word like a brainwashing, determined to imprint these three words deep into her soul, never to be erased!

Her delicious taste was so wonderful that he could never get enough of it, and he wanted it to last forever.

"Ah... um, Yu Xiang, you're really good... me too, me too..." Feng Xinglie closed his eyes tightly, feeling his intensity, his whole body felt like it was on fire, his voice trembling as he responded eagerly.

How could she possibly want him to stop? Your giving, your burning passion, your deep affection, it's about being needed and loved by him here—this feeling is indescribable. Feng Xinglie faced the clamor of her own emotions and physical desires with composure, and wrapped her arms tightly around him, wanting to become one with him.

They were passionate all night long, and only when Feng Xinglie's consciousness gradually became hazy did Ling Yuxiang stop and let her fall asleep.

He lovingly smoothed her dark hair, prepared hot water for her to wash, and then, satisfied, held her close as they fell asleep with a soft sigh. His slender phoenix eyes narrowed, filled with unwavering determination. No matter who it was, he would never let go. Even if it was the heavy mountain weighing on Feng Xinglie's heart, he would fight for it!

The stakes are her love!

Chapter Ninety-Two: Sudden Fainting

Since that night, Qingli suddenly became very busy and no longer had time to come and reminisce with Yao Tianlin. Yao Tianlin, being alone, found it difficult to talk to himself and act crazy while drunk, so he simply disappeared and kept staring at the two of them, as if blaming them for causing him to lose his job and for not continuing those strange tunes for a while longer.

Feng Xinglie didn't have that much free time to pay attention. From then on, Ling Yuxiang was like a beast in heat almost every night. Whenever he saw her, he would pounce on her and drag her to bed for a passionate encounter.

Although it wasn't that she was unwilling, this man's stamina was just too abundant, which was incredibly frustrating. A few days later, Feng Xinglie simply threw the poor Ling Yuxiang out of the house, saying that she didn't want her man to die from exhaustion and that he had to abstain from sex.

Ling Yuxiang couldn't bear to live without her by his side, so he desperately assured her that he would not do anything rash if she didn't want to, before returning to his room.

He simply enjoyed holding her in his arms while reviewing the secret letters and documents constantly being sent from Ling Kingdom, which inevitably led to some...

When the fragrance in his arms makes his heart flutter, and their intimate moments can easily escalate into passionate encounters, even if he doesn't make any further moves, Feng Xinglie will soften his heart and drag him onto the bed.

Sometimes it's a fierce battle, sometimes a tender moment, sometimes a passionate encounter; only the people involved truly understand the experience.

My time in Windy City was incredibly happy, but happy times often pass too quickly.

In the blink of an eye, three months have passed, and the entire earth is shrouded in a severe cold.

The major upheaval in Ling Kingdom was largely completed. Five or six senior officials retired to their hometowns, but all of them were slaughtered by the Dark Pavilion's troops under the orders of Ling Yuxiang and his two companions, with no one captured. The authorities claimed it was the work of thieves. Since then, no one dared to casually step into the retirement process again, but the bloody methods were not yet over.

Ever since Ling Yuxiang announced his resignation to the world, the clan behind the Empress has been frantically forming alliances and launching attacks on the important vacant positions in the court caused by Ling Yuxiang's resignation! They have obediently fallen into the trap set by Ling Yuhan and Ling Yuxiang, who are working together from the inside and outside.

On the surface, the two severed ties, but Ye Piao and Zi Mo, who had sneaked back to Ling Kingdom, could still exercise special powers under the name of the Dark Pavilion. With the help of Feng Xinglie's Dark Moon Sect and You Ying, when the power in the capital changed drastically, they still used extremely terrible and bloody methods. Under the pretext of the sudden rise of bandits, they slaughtered nearly three thousand members of the Empress's family, leaving not a single one alive!

Because of the Empress's influence, the clan could not possibly be near the capital. By the time the news reached the capital and the Emperor was furious and sent troops to suppress the bandits, those nominal bandits had long since vanished without a trace.

Actually, if I understood a little, I could see the general idea. The family behind the Empress should at least give her some face in both the legitimate and illegitimate worlds. Who would have the guts and the ability to kill all five thousand people without making a sound?

Upon receiving the news, the Empress fainted on the spot. When she woke up, she was insane. Ling Yuhan deposed her and imprisoned her in a remote inner courtyard of the palace, ordering people to take good care of her.

Empress Dowager Xiao Yun fell seriously ill and nearly died. Princess Liuli went to visit her but was infected. Panic gripped the palace. The imperial physicians were unable to diagnose her illness. Ling Yuhan issued an edict to seek out the best doctors in the land for his mother. However, all the renowned doctors were infected and died. Despite using the finest medicines available, Empress Dowager Xiao Yun's condition worsened day by day...

Good news kept coming from Ye Piao's side, and everything was going according to plan. The ruthless methods used by Ling Yuxiang and Feng Xinglie behind the scenes, although extremely cruel, had achieved very good results.

Ling Yuhan's confidants quietly rose to key positions in the court, supporting the entire Ling Kingdom's system. Every obstacle was eliminated one by one by the tireless members of the Dark Pavilion, and every resistance to centralized power was suppressed to some extent. Now, all that remains is for Ling Yuxiang to repatriate the Ling Kingdom's army; then, the mission can be considered a great success.

Their efforts also prompted King Ling to send an imperial edict, inquiring about the well-being of the City Lord of Fengcheng. The marshal of the Ling Kingdom's army was temporarily handed over to Shi Ruo, but Ling Yuxiang would continue to command the Qing Kingdom until the situation stabilized. He was responsible for handling all issues between the two kingdoms until the situation in Qing Kingdom stabilized and the Ling army returned home. Only then would the mission be considered complete, and only then would his resignation be considered effective.

Ling Yuxiang wasn't angry, after all, having military power at this crucial moment was always a good thing.

Winter has arrived, and a blanket of snow covers the world. Outside the window, a plum tree stands proudly in the snow, its fragrance wafting in the wind.

"If not for the bitter cold, how could the plum blossoms exude their fragrant scent?" Feng Xinglie opened the door to look at the snow, a smile on his face, leaning against Ling Yuxiang's ever-present embrace, and was unusually inspired to write poetry.

Ling Yuxiang carefully hugged her, draped a mink coat over her shoulders, and offered himself as a makeshift fireplace, gently trying to cheer her up: "That's right, we've finally overcome many hardships to enjoy this happiness today."

"Aren't you saying that you've worried and toiled for me, and even lost your position as a prince and your family?" Feng Xinglie smiled lazily, feigning suspicion.

"You little ingrate! You know how I feel and you still insult me!" Ling Yuxiang quickly picked her up and spun her around three times as if she were a lost treasure before putting her down. Amid Feng Xinglie's playful protests, he let out a hearty laugh: "Wherever you are, that's the best place in the world! Where you are, that's home! Feng Xinglie, to the ends of the earth, I'm sticking with you!"

Hearing the words, "A house with you is home," Feng Xinglie couldn't help but feel a rare lump in his throat, his heart filled with warmth and a bittersweet emotion. He sighed, recalling a phrase he had once heard: "Where you are, there is..."

It's heaven.

Yes, with such a kind, approachable, lovable, and loving person by my side, no matter how vast the world is, I can make home anywhere.

Now, they have no more attachments, and even if it requires letting go, they have no complaints. Without learning to let go, one cannot gain; such is life. Sometimes, you gain something only by giving up something else. The foolish, unaware of their own emotions, may run away; the materialistic, even those who understand their feelings, will still choose profit. Only those who are compassionate and value emotions can let go of everything and strive to pursue what they desire!

Although he had worried himself sick over her and given up so much, Ling Yuxiang didn't feel like he had lost anything at all. In pursuing love, he, like Feng Xinglie, was always proactive. Passive people can only rely on the favor of heaven, while proactive people rely on the combined love of themselves and heaven.

Worried that she would get cold, Ling Yuxiang suddenly picked Feng Xinglie up in his arms, leaped lightly, and sat down in a pavilion. He whispered to the proud plum tree in the snow and admired the scenery.

From afar, the man in black casually leaned against the handsome man in fiery red, both with joy on their lips. What a perfect couple!

"You bring warmth to love, especially when we hug, I can feel the rise and fall of my heartbeat, like a beating stove. The warmth of my hand in your pocket melts away the path we've walked. In this icy land, just holding you is enough..."

Her clear voice uttered a series of melodies. Feng Xinglie was intoxicated by the falling snowflakes, smelling the fragrance of winter plum blossoms. She nestled in Ling Yuxiang's warm embrace and sang leisurely, recalling this time a year ago, the moments when they first met. Even now, she still remembers how that scalding cup warmed her when she was in her most desperate moment, and how she cherished the warmth of his body.

She sang slowly, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy, while Ling Yuxiang held her close, listening intently with doting affection. Every word, every note was captivating; her beauty and allure were omnipresent. But as she sang, he suddenly frowned. As Feng Xinglie ended the last piece of music, he hugged her tightly, his face showing displeasure.

"What, did I sing badly?" Feng Xinglie strained her throat in surprise. She shouldn't have sung off-key. Ling Yuxiang was always captivated by her singing. Why did she have such a dark expression today?

“Your lyrics say, ‘In the night without you,’” Ling Yuxiang said in a low voice as he hugged her, seemingly unwilling to say more.

Feng Xinglie realized what was happening, covered his head and couldn't help but laugh. He was also happy because of his concern: "Silly, these are just lyrics. This song, 'Summer Snow,' was written by someone from our area. We have many love songs like this. If you get depressed every time you hear one, you don't know how long you'll be depressed."

"I don't care how many there are, but you're not allowed to sing songs like that again!" Ling Yuxiang hugged her and acted spoiled, but his face was blank: "I can't imagine what the nights would be like without you, so don't scare me."

When he acted shamelessly, Feng Xinglie was usually helpless and had no choice. She actually quite liked Ling Yuxiang's shameless appearance; she found him surprisingly adorable. This side of him could only appear in front of her alone, making her overjoyed. As for the deep affection in the second half of his sentence, she couldn't ignore it.

"Yu Xiang, after Qing Kingdom is pacified, let's ride across the world, laughing and getting drunk together 30,000 times, how about it?"

Ling Yuxiang was moved and nodded his head so hard it hurt without thinking: "Okay! We'll travel all over the country and swim all over the Nanfan River!"

"We want to enjoy life, to see the willow branches in spring, the water lilies in summer, the rice ears in autumn, and the plum blossoms in winter." Feng Xinglie leaned against him, longing for the beauty of those days, as if he could see that scene before his eyes.

"We'll ride horses, hand in hand, across the mountains of Qin, across the plains of Qing, and across the rivers of Ling." Ling Yuxiang patted her gently, his eyes equally dreamy, casually contemplating the distant future.

The two looked at each other, and the moment their eyes met, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Those things are still a long way off! Feng Xinglie is still the city lord of Fengcheng, and Ling Yuxiang is still the true ruler of the Ling Kingdom's army. Being able to steal a few months of leisure amidst their busy schedules is already a blessing from heaven! Since we met, only these recent days have been relatively peaceful. In just a few days, we'll be back to being incredibly busy.

Feng Xinglie hadn't forgotten that Liu Wuge seemed to still be in Qing Kingdom's hands, but Qing King had strangely not used him as a bargaining chip in negotiations with Ling Yuxiang these days. The reason for this was something that Feng Xinglie and his companion couldn't figure out.

As the two were engrossed in admiring the snow, Xiao Huan Feng Lei's urgent shouts drifted from afar.

"Sister Wind! Urgent report! Urgent report!"

Feng Xinglie shook his head and laughed at her: "This girl, ever since we arrived in Fengcheng, she's been talking about urgent reports every day, but they're just trivial matters."

"Let's go take a look. Better safe than sorry. She's not like Brother Qing or Brother Yao, she wouldn't just be trying to bother us..." Ling Yuxiang smiled ambiguously, and Feng Xinglie blushed for once. He pinched Ling Yuxiang's waist and then ran off quickly, laughing.

"Hey! My wife, wait for your husband!" Ling Yuxiang has been calling his wife "husband" more and more naturally these days!

Surprisingly, this time, the usually talkative Xiao Huan didn't lie; something big, very big, had indeed happened.

"The poison in Qin Han's body has taken effect again, and he has fallen into a coma. At this time, the entire Qin Kingdom is in chaos. The Qin envoy, Xiang Ju, has come to Feng City to request an audience with King Feng and begs Xing Lie to help Qin Kingdom out of consideration for past relations. If King Qin cannot wake up, she requests that Xing Lie or King Yue succeed to the throne, after all... a country cannot be without a ruler for a day, and there cannot be no one to take charge of the overall situation. At this time, Qin Kingdom has just been pacified, and there are no princes or capable members of the royal family. War will inevitably break out again. If Qin Kingdom falls into chaos, the overall situation of the world that we have worked so hard to pacify will surely be thrown into disarray again." Inside the city lord's mansion, Xi Suifeng slowly recounted the intelligence he had obtained to Feng Xing Lie, his chin twitching incessantly: "Xiang Ju is outside. Should we see her or not?"

Feng Xinglie and Ling Yuxiang exchanged a glance, seeing a look of helplessness yet determination in each other's eyes.