Chapter 66: The Fake Princess and His God of War Prince (Part XXIII)
Just a little flirtation.
Since Xiang Yinnian wanted to hear it, Xiao Ji would naturally act according to instruction.
A cold, stiff “Husband” made the simple Xiang Yinnian bloom with joy, his steps practically floating.
And in the night, Xiao Ji received countless “Husbands” from Xiang Yinnian in return—some tender and lingering, some through gritted teeth, some furious.
It could be considered a profitable trade.
The next day, the atmosphere in the entire drill ground had noticeably changed.
When Lin Heng spoke up, asking the soldiers if they still needed the Wangfei to accompany the training, not a single person dared to utter a word of objection.
But since Xiao Ji had said he would accompany them, he continued to do so.
He just didn’t do anything. Dressed in riding gear, he stood in the center of the drill grounds, staring at the soldiers filling the field. He didn’t say a word, didn’t move a muscle, and kept an expressionless face from morning till night, an eight-foot-long great axe standing in his hand.
Anyone who saw him trembled silently in their hearts, terrified that if they slacked off or talked too much, Xiao Ji would catch them and chop off their heads with that axe.
Under this surveillance, in just over a month, everyone adapted to the new intensity of training. They even began trying to euphemistically persuade Xiang Yinnian to ask the Wangfei to go back to the high platform to lie down, eat snacks, and watch the monkey show—that was actually quite nice.
Xiang Yinnian also euphemistically expressed to Xiao Ji that such hard work was really unnecessary.
Xiao Ji could not comprehend this euphemistic request.
Because he had gotten somewhat used to this routine. Standing in the wind and snow, he didn’t need a blanket or a hand warmer. Just standing there zoning out and looking at Xiang Yinnian allowed a beautiful and comfortable day to pass.
And his persevering indifference and tireless effort gradually dispelled the lingering doubts the Northern Border soldiers had about him. Instead, they truly developed a sense of awe.
They also understood what it meant that it is easy to invite a god in, but hard to send him away.
Time flew, and the weather in the Northern Border warmed up.
Xiao Ji and Xiang Yinnian were inseparable, rarely apart, so Xiao Ji hadn’t figured out how to make a move on Xiang Siyou.
Unexpectedly, one evening, just after Xiang Yinnian and Xiao Ji finished dinner, a letter arrived from the Khan outside the city.
The content was similar to the letter Xiang Yinnian had written to the Emperor back then: a marriage alliance.
“The Khan’s eldest princess is young, skilled in singing and dancing, and is the moon in the hearts of those horseback sons.”
Xiang Yinnian told Xiao Ji the content of the letter, adding this sentence at the end.
Xiao Ji’s expression remained normal as he went along with Xiang Yinnian’s words: “Then she matches you well.”
Seeing Xiao Ji so calm, Xiang Yinnian frowned. “Do I not have my own moon? Do I need them to match me?”
Xiao Ji then changed the subject: ” regarding the marriage alliance, logically speaking, sending a princess should be to the Great Yue Imperial Capital. The Khan disregarding the Emperor like this—if the palace finds out, it will only push the Northern Border to the forefront of the storm again.”
Xiang Yinnian’s face fell. “With this attitude, are you annoyed that I’ve been sticking to you too much lately?”
Xiao Ji told the truth: “I am not.”
Xiang Yinnian stared at Xiao Ji, probing: “I intended to fall out with the Great Yue Imperial Capital anyway, but a pincer attack from both sides might create hidden dangers. Better to stabilize the Khan first.”
Xiao Ji nodded: “Okay.”
Xiang Yinnian gritted his teeth: “You are the mistress of the house; you should handle the ceremony.”
Xiao Ji: “Okay.”
Xiang Yinnian ground his teeth: “You prepare the betrothal gifts.”
Xiao Ji: “Okay.”
Just as Xiang Yinnian was about to explode and question Xiao Ji properly—at this point, was Xiao Ji not even a little bit jealous?—he heard Xiao Ji say:
“But this matter should be made known to Xiang Siyou. He might not be willing.”
Now, Xiang Yinnian felt comfortable. He raised a hand and nudged Xiao Ji:
“You knew I was going to make Xiang Siyou marry that princess?”
Xiao Ji looked at Xiang Yinnian: “Can you take a concubine?”
Xiang Yinnian let out a “Hey”: “You motherf…”
Before the argumentative words could finish, Xiao Ji suddenly kissed Xiang Yinnian.
After a battle of lips and tongues, he released him and said, “You take her then.”
Xiang Yinnian: “Take her and…”
Xiao Ji kissed him again.
Two consecutive sudden kisses made Xiang Yinnian start to feel restless. Pulling Xiao Ji back to the bedroom, he began to tear at Xiao Ji’s clothes.
Xiao Ji was cooperative this time. He shed his clothes, pulled down the gauze curtains, and kissed Xiang Yinnian until he was dizzy and gasping for breath.
But before the main course, he stopped.
Xiang Yinnian looked at Xiao Ji: “What are you waiting for?”
Xiao Ji: “Waiting for you to take a concubine.”
Xiang Yinnian laughed in anger and pushed Xiao Ji over. “Then you might as well wait for death. Xiao Ji, I’ll make it clear to you today: as long as you aren’t dead, I will never take a concubine in this life.”
Xiao Ji looked at him: “What if I die?”
Xiang Yinnian lowered his head to kiss him: “Sharing the same quilt in life, the same grave in death. If you die, I’ll go with you.”
……..
The work that started at you hour (5-7 PM) came to a temporary halt at the beginning of hai hour (9-11 PM).
During this time, they had been leaving early and returning late. Xiao Ji sympathized with Xiang Yinnian’s hard work and didn’t toss him around too much. Today the atmosphere was right and the timing was good; Xiao Ji had originally planned to serve Xiang Yinnian well all night.
However, before the next round could begin, a knock came from the door.
Lianqiu’s voice came in: “Wangye, Wangfei, the Young Master asks for an audience.”
Xiang Yinnian held an inherited title of a Prince of a different surname. His clansmen were not imperial kin, and he had no children. The “Young Master” Lianqiu referred to was Xiang Siyou.
Normally, if Xiang Siyou dared to disturb Xiang Yinnian at this time, Xiang Yinnian would only say two words:
“Get lost.”
But today, the Khan’s letter had just arrived, and Xiang Siyou came knocking; he must have heard some rumors.
Xiang Yinnian would absolutely not marry that whatever grassland princess himself, but to appease the Khan, he could only push Xiang Siyou out as a shield.
At this moment, he had to see him even if he didn’t want to.
Xiang Yinnian sighed lying on the bed. Xiao Ji got up, changed his clothes, washed a cloth, and patted Xiang Yinnian’s thigh, signaling him to turn over. Then he said to Lianqiu outside the door:
“Let him wait.”
Lianqiu left to obey the order. Xiao Ji unhurriedly cleaned Xiang Yinnian up, then took clothes and actively helped him put them on, comforting him:
“Go.”
Xiang Yinnian didn’t move, stretching out his legs.
Xiao Ji then bent down to put on his shoes and socks for him.
“Sister-in-law is like a mother. Why don’t you go? My waist hurts,” Xiang Yinnian said, looking down at Xiao Ji.
Xiao Ji looked up. His ink-black hair was scattered behind his head. Perhaps because they had just done that, his face, already impossible to look away from, carried an indescribable satisfaction, inviting imagination.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Xiang Yinnian looked at him for a long time, secretly cursing Xiao Ji as a monster. A perfectly good man growing up to look like this was simply unreasonable.
And in certain aspects, he was even less human. A face capable of toppling kingdoms, yet growing such a big XX—only good for harming others.
He stood up irritably, walking toward the door while saying:
“Clean yourself up and come out to accompany me.”
T/n: This made me laugh out loud: growing such a big XX—only good for harming others. Hahahah. It’s harming him in particular.
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well he’s impressive too for handling that big XX 😭