Chapter 104
While waiting for Lin Qingyu’s arrival, Jiang Xing had kept writing. He’d written a lot and he wanted to show Lin Qingyu every one of them. He was so anxious, so anxious that, in his hurry, his hand accidentally slipped and half of the rice papers escaped his hold.
The bitter cold wind suddenly blew open the window, sending the rice papers flying all over the place. Lin Qingyu looked up at them slowly flying down. As though in a trance, he seemed to see a familiar figure; he could vaguely hear someone talking to him.
It was the figure of Lu Wancheng and it was the voice of Gu Fuzhou. When the wind stopped, both of them disappeared, leaving in his world only the young man in front of him.
It was Jiang Xing.
It was really him.
Lu Wancheng was dead. Gu Fuzhou too was dead. But Jiang Xing was still alive.
Jiang Xing saw Lin Qingyu smiling, tears finally falling from his reddened eyes. Like this, he laughed and he cried. He kept laughing with tears flowing, seeming crazed, love and hatred intertwined.
Through it all, Lin Qingyu still remained so beautiful. A true beauty even in the grip of lunacy was still beautiful enough to stir one’s soul.
But he didn’t want to appreciate Lin Qingyu’s beauty when he was going insane. He liked watching Lin Qingyu deal poison, he liked watching Lin Qingyu do bad things and even more, he liked watching Lin Qingyu’s expression as he lay under him. But what he liked most has always been and will always be the way Lin Qingyu looked when he was happy.Tôp novel updates on n/(o)/v/elb/in(.)com
Jiang Xing remembered that he had written a lot of comforting words for Lin Qingyu. He randomly flipped through a few pages, but unable to find them, simply gave up.
Was this really the time to be flipping through pages?
Jiang Xing threw the remaining paper onto the table and approached Lin Qingyu, calling out his name again, “Qing-yu.”
As soon as he drew near, Lin Qingyu lost strength in his legs and fell to his knees.
Jiang Xing instinctively took him into his arms, blurting out, “Qingyu!”
Lin Qingyu’s body couldn’t bear the intermingled emotions of grief and joy. It had driven him to the verge of collapse. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in Jiang Xing’s arms.
Jiang Xing’s face turned pale. He tried calling for the servants but having only had a short period of time to practice, the only thing he could verbalize for now was “Qingyu”. He couldn’t say anything else at all. Jiang Xing carried Lin Qingyu to the bed. He then tipped a tall vase to smash against the floor.
Xu Junyuan, who had been guarding the door for the young couple, immediately walked in upon hearing the crash. Seeing Lin Qingyu lying on the bed with his eyes closed, he said before Jiang Xing could write, “I’ll go call for the imperial physician.”
The arrival of the imperial physician alarmed the empress dowager. She thought something had happened to the emperor. Unexpectedly it was Lin Qingyu who had fainted in the emperor’s bed chamber. Seeing her son give up the dragon bed to Lin Qingyu and even closely keeping watch by his bedside the entire time, she couldn’t help the strange feeling that blossomed in her heart.
That was the dragon bed. Setting aside Lin Qingyu’s identity as a minister, Lin Qingyu was also Gu Fuzhou’s wife. ...It seemed wrong.
The empress dowager said softly, “The Emperor seems extraordinarily fond of Lin Qingyu.”
Xiu Jiao momo said, “Master Lin is very good-looking and treats His Majesty like a younger brother. Naturally, the Emperor would be very fond of him.”
If this truly was brotherly love then it was fine. Only that...
Xu Junyuan interrupted the empress dowager’s thoughts, “Imperial Physician Chu, how is Master Lin?”
“Master Lin is fine for the time being. He is only suffering from a low fever. His pulse condition is rapid and weak, a sign that he has experienced great emotional turmoil.” Chu Zhengde said, “Has Master Lin recently felt great joy and great sorrow one after another?”
Xu Junyuan said leisurely, “This, I do not know.”
It was far more than just great joy and great sorrow.
Jiang Xing once again realized what he had brought to Lin Qingyu. Not only to Lin Qingyu, he himself had also experienced great joy and great sorrow in this past couple of hours. Although he almost couldn’t bear it, he at least managed to retain a trace of sobriety.
But Lin Qingyu couldn’t bear it. Perhaps it was most painful for those left behind.
Putting himself in the other’s shoes, if he had been the one to receive the bad news of his demise and the good news of his resurrection all in one day, he would probably go crazy if not die outright. He might not have even lasted long enough to hear the good news.
Lin Qingyu’s crying was about to break Jiang Xing’s heart. But apart from Lin Qingyu’s name, he couldn’t say a word. But even if he could, what could he say?
Should he say that he didn’t want to die either? That he also desperately wanted to live?
What’s the use? In the end, he still couldn’t do it.
Jiang Xing closed his eyes and forced himself not to think about how Gu Fuzhou died. He kept in mind the imperial physician’s instructions not to let Lin Qingyu’s emotions fluctuate too much. He hugged him even deeper into his arms and stroked Lin Qingyu’s long hair over and over.
Lin Qingyu pressed his cheek against Jiang Xing’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. He smiled sadly, “Why do you torture me like this... Is it because I love you? Because you know that no matter what, I can’t die?”
Jiang Xing’s Adam’s apple bobbed and the light in his eyes was covered with mist.
“But even I can’t stand it anymore.” Lin Qingyu murmured as though crazed, “I can’t stand it...”
Jiang Xing bowed his head and kissed him. Kissed him on the space between his brows, kissed him on the corner of his eyes, kissed him on his lips. When their lips touched, Lin Qingyu slowly closed his eyes.
Jiang Xing’s kiss was also wet. When the two separated, Lin Qingyu saw the young man’s damp lashes.
Lin Qingyu wanted to cry again. He was fed up with how much he was crying but he couldn’t help it. He could only crawl into Jiang Xing’s arms and cling to Jiang Xing even more tightly.
With Jiang Xing’s comfort, Lin Qingyu gradually calmed down. Jiang Xing wrapped him in his arms and wrote on his palm, turning to less fraught matters.
【Xu Junyuan said the loss of my voice is only temporary. I just need to slowly get used to it. 】
【Alas, this body has no abdominal muscles. 】
【But my tongue is finally not small. What do you think of that, Baobei? 】
【Is kissing me better or is kissing Gu Fuzhou better? 】
Lin Qingyu suddenly asked, “You... how did Gu Fuzhou die?”
Jiang Xing’s answer was simple: 【Died in battle. But in the end, we won that battle. 】
Lin Qingyu was taken aback and asked softly, “Did it hurt?”
【There was no pain. I died very quickly, I didn’t feel anything. I didn’t feel any pain. I was just gone. 】
Writing traditional characters is too troublesome. When Lin Qingyu recovers, he will find time to teach Lin Qingyu how to recognize simplified characters.
In his fragile state, Lin Qingyu was very easy to deceive and believed whatever Jiang Xing said. “That’s good.” Lin Qingyu’s reaction was quite slow. He asked after a while, “Then, why did you wake up in Xiao Li’s body?”
Jiang Xing saw that the ink in the inkstone had run out. He got up and wanted to get a fresh bottle. As soon as he moved, Lin Qingyu’s eyes widened as though he were faced with an enemy. “Where are you going?”
Jiang Xing smiled and pointed to the inkstone.
Lin Qingyu understood what he meant and asked, “When are you coming back?”
Jiang Xing stopped trying to leave and hugged Lin Qingyu even tighter.
Lin Qingyu lowered his head slowly. He remained silent for a moment and said, “I’m sorry, I know I’m not acting normal right now.” He looked at his hands and said helplessly, “But I...I can’t control it.”
He didn’t like how he was right now, but he didn’t know how he was supposed to let Jiang Xing out of his sight even if it was only for an hour.
Jiang Xing wrote with the remaining ink:
【No need for you to control it. 】
【I like having you cling to me. 】