Chapter 99: Little Wan Runs Away Again
This coldness was different from any coldness Su Jingzhi had displayed before. Wei Wanlan could clearly feel it.
Before, he always thought the Big Bad Guy was cold, but that was a temperamental coldness, not a physical one.
In fact, on those nights they shared a bed in the Zichen Palace, Wei Wanlan, who feared the cold at night, would secretly snuggle closer to Su Jingzhi because his body temperature was high when he slept. The woody scent was most concentrated on his chest and back, making those moments the warmest and most comfortable.
This was the first time he truly felt Su Jingzhi shivering so violently from the cold.
Su Jingzhi kept his eyes tightly shut and said nothing, not reacting to Wei Wanlan’s scrutiny at all, as if he had no energy left for anything else. He was like a fierce beast returning to its den to lick its wounds.
Is he injured again?
He couldn’t be.
Wei Wanlan thought.
There were no unusual movements among the troops in the Eastern Capital, and no rebellious officials like Qin Zhen appeared, so there was no need for the Regent King to take action personally. Therefore, he shouldn’t be injured.
That could only mean his headache was exceptionally severe tonight.
Wei Wanlan felt a faint sense of danger.
He knew exactly how powerful Su Jingzhi was. If he lost control, Wei Wanlan could be pinned to the dragon bed and tortured to the point of suffocation again at any moment.
But in this moment, he felt a pity that shouldn’t exist between enemies. Lifting his eyes, he saw Su Jingzhi’s still-trembling brow, beaded with sweat.
As if possessed, he reached out and wiped away a bead of sweat.
This simple act caused the Big Bad Guy to tremble violently. Su Jingzhi’s arms wrapped tightly around Wei Wanlan within the bed curtains. Wei Wanlan felt a dull ache in his muscles and bones, as if this external force were trying to forcibly merge their two bodies into one. His nose was buried deep in the Regent King’s chest.
The woody scent was almost intoxicating.
Wuwuwu, Big Bad Guy QAQ…
I’m so afraid Su Jingzhi will squeeze me to death.
Wei Wanlan arched his body in discomfort but didn’t dare struggle too obviously for fear of upsetting the Big Bad Guy. He had to resort to his old tricks of dealing with him—feigning compliance and stroking his ego no matter what.
“Your Highness, if We aren’t curing your headache well, shall We summon a military doctor?” Wei Wanlan asked with difficulty.
Then, receiving no response, he struggled to continue on his own:
“We can also pour you a cup of water or wipe your face with a towel.”
Anyway, please let go of Me first QAQ…
“I took over Yuan Xizai’s network and obtained a lot of intelligence,” Su Jingzhi said in a deep voice.
Why bring up official business all of a sudden?
Wei Wanlan was confused. His attention shifted slightly. Originally feeling like he was being squeezed to death, he now had to spare some thought to consider the Regent King’s meaning.
“Is this… what you’ve been busy with lately?”
“Ashina Shali annexed the various tribes of the grasslands, but not all tribes submitted to him or were of one mind with him. I found out some inside information. This Prince had news of Ashina Qingyun’s death sent beyond the borders via hawk, and the troops rebelling against the Khan are already stirring.”
“Great Wei reaps the benefits, capturing three thousand cavalry.”
Wei Wanlan trembled slightly in his embrace.
He still didn’t understand why the Regent King would suddenly confess official business to him. Or was the Big Bad Guy delirious from his illness, not knowing who he was talking to? Was he mistaking him for Tang Tuan, or perhaps Li Jiucheng???
At that time, Wei Wanlan didn’t realize how terrifying this hypothesis was.
If the Regent King hugged Tang Tuan this tightly, or embraced Li Jiucheng deeply, the latter two would probably draw their swords and commit suicide before the Regent King could even open his arms.
“Cavalry is the lifeblood of the Turks,” Su Jingzhi said. “Three thousand cavalry is insignificant to Great Wei, but to the Turks, it means at least distracting attacks on two of the court’s border cities.”
So the Regent King achieved two great merits?
While Wei Wanlan was bewildered, the deep voice rumbled above his head, resonating and making his heart tremble. He looked up again and found Su Jingzhi’s gaze unfocused, as if a thick fog shrouded his usually sharp and handsome eyes.
“…” Wei Wanlan’s heart trembled even more.
It felt like an unformed thought was sprouting in his heart.
Looking at the Regent King, he thought of Fu Jun, who protected him despite being in immense pain. Perhaps powerful figures in this political intrigue novel all had to pay a price. Like “to master this skill, one must first castrate oneself.” Such powerful figures made him feel both awe and a hidden heartache.
The rumbling bass above his head finally stopped.
The Regent King finally quieted down. He stopped talking and stopped trembling, but his arms were still wrapped tightly around Wei Wanlan. A Big Bad Guy in a semi-conscious state was also not to be trifled with, so Wei Wanlan decided to treat the Regent King first.
Just… grab his clothes, sleep together.
Improvise a bit, do some eye exercises, and rub the top of his head against the Regent King’s chin. As long as he behaved and didn’t torment him, anything was fine.
And the amazing thing really happened…
With his random “treatment,” the Big Bad Guy Regent King’s breathing became more even, and he actually coaxed him to sleep.
Nice!
Realizing the Regent King was asleep, Wei Wanlan almost thought he was the reincarnation of an old mountain ginseng, his body a panacea.
Fortunately, knowing that The Regent King of Great Wei was a political intrigue novel, otherwise Wei Wanlan would have been too scared to ever leave his room, fearing he would be eaten like Monk Tang’s flesh.
Right, so, now.
He needed to go out.
While the Big Bad Guy was asleep.
Since his vacation started now.
Wei Wanlan wasn’t doing missions; he was balancing work and rest.
He wanted to go to the Heaven Sword Manor to find out Fu Jun’s whereabouts after leaving the Luoyang Imperial Villa.
The Hero is still there, right?
He must be. I asked Li Jiucheng’s unit, who were responsible for collecting bodies at the Luoyang Imperial Villa, and they didn’t see any swordsman’s body.
So, maybe Fu Jun still has a chance of survival. Hero, I’m coming!
There was a Heaven Sword Manor branch in the city.
Wei Wanlan had stayed there before. That place was actually not far from the Luoyang Posthouse, also in a busy area, but quiet amidst the noise. The entrance was small, but many trees were planted inside, making it exceptionally serene.
But actually, the difficulty of this trip wasn’t finding the Heaven Sword branch!
The difficulty was avoiding the Regent King’s eyes and ears!!!
Take Li Jiucheng guarding the posthouse, for example. Heaven knows how stubborn he is. He’s even freer than Tang Tuan because Tang Tuan sometimes slacks off, but Li Jiucheng is completely single-minded.
The Regent King told him to guard the posthouse.
He stays on duty all day, day and night. Sometimes when Wei Wanlan gets up at night to open the window for fresh air, he can see Li Jiucheng leaning on his sword, still standing at the door like a statue, drinking refreshing tea and gnawing on steamed buns.
Sigh.
Dealing with this kind of person absolutely cannot be done with force.
Wei Wanlan decided to use his wits. He absolutely couldn’t alert the enemy; going out directly was out of the question.
He carefully shrank his body in the sleeping Regent King’s arms, curling himself into a smaller Wei Wanlan and slipping out. He thoughtfully stuffed a fluffy pillow into the Regent King’s quilt.
This way, even if the Regent King groggily wanted to hug something, he could hug the pillow without immediately realizing the deception.
After completing these steps.
The Regent King surprisingly didn’t wake up.
It turned out that the Big Bad Guy’s vigilance also lowered when his headache flared up.
No wonder he wanted to go home quickly; he probably couldn’t stay outside. An inexplicable sympathy rose in Wei Wanlan’s heart. He tucked in the Regent King’s quilt. The moonlight filtered through the bed curtains onto the Big Bad Guy’s face, stirring Wei Wanlan’s heart.
…Anyway, I’m just going to check on my good friend’s situation. I’ll be back soon, won’t be long. Please sleep a little longer here.
Saying this, Wei Wanlan yawned, resisting his habitual biological clock.
He closed the gauze curtains tightly around the Regent King.
He opened the window, stepped on a bench to climb onto the window frame, his target still the thick peach tree growing at the edge of the wing room. It was actually his first time climbing a tree like this. When his feet stepped on the posthouse roof tiles, his toes gripped tightly, but his thighs trembled uncontrollably.
Is… is this really okay QAQ?
What if I fall? Will I die? Face first, broken into pieces?
But while he hesitated on the roof, Li Jiucheng’s voice came from under the eaves. General Li told a soldier he had drunk too much refreshing tea and asked the soldier to guard the posthouse for him while he went to the toilet.
This was an excellent opportunity for Wei Wanlan. After all, only Li Jiucheng’s martial arts might be high enough to detect sounds and positions. He didn’t believe all the defenders in the Eastern Capital had this ability.
So Wei Wanlan had no choice but to proceed, a sense of tragic necessity rising within him.
He brushed away the falling flowers rustling onto his face in the night wind, carefully lifted his hem, and climbed onto the tree.
The tree branches looked fragile. Wei Wanlan gritted his teeth, afraid the branch wouldn’t hold and would drop him to the ground. He clung to the branch and moved towards the main trunk like a koala. Every inch closer to a thicker branch brought both trepidation and relief.
Finally, he climbed to the crown of the tree. Very stable.
Wei Wanlan hugged the trunk and panted heavily.
The other branch of the peach tree led to the posthouse wall. Outside the wall was the civilian area; victory was in sight.
Wei Wanlan cheered himself on. Then, he carefully climbed to the other end of the trunk, repeating the trepidation process until he sat on the wall.
He cautiously lowered his left foot against the wall, hands gripping the top, then carefully lowered his body and the other foot. For a moment, he hung on the wall like a noodle, then let go.
His heels vibrated.
Fortunately, no sprained ankle! I’m down!
Running out of the Luoyang Posthouse in the second half of the night, he didn’t need to worry too much about the curfew because it was far less strict here than in Chang’an. Moreover, with Yuan Xizai executed these past few days, every household was celebrating, and even the night patrol soldiers might be celebrating. Luoyang had lights at night.
But the gate of the Heaven Sword branch was tightly closed.
Wei Wanlan stood under the lantern. He reached out to touch the lantern but couldn’t reach it. So he reached his little dragon claw towards the copper door knocker, finding it dust-free and smooth. He knocked lightly on the branch gate. There was a gatekeeper in the branch; the disciple on duty would hear it.
“Hero.”
“Fu Jun?”
“Manor Lord Fu?”
He knocked more than ten times. Afraid Fu Jun would think him rude, he paused knocking, waiting a long time before knocking again. He knocked intermittently like this many times, but no one inside responded. This slowly turned his heart from anticipation to disappointment.
How could Fu Jun disappear?
The branch is also temporarily closed.
Could it be that because something happened to Fu Jun, the branch was blamed and punished by the main altar?
Or maybe there’s an election for a new Manor Lord at the main altar, so everyone from their branch went to participate?
“Luoyang Imperial Villa, Fu Jun.”
—Search failed.
That despair struck again.
The longer he waited, the more despair spread, shattering Wei Wanlan’s last hope that Fu Jun was still alive, making Wei Wanlan’s days of worry and uncertainty finally come true.
Unable to contain himself, he slumped at the entrance of the Heaven Sword Manor, hugging his knees in the corner of the door, looking up at the eaves half-blocking the sky, distant lights flickering.
“Here, they have five per litter.”
“The moonlight is bright; you are very handsome.”
“No, you’re not allowed to look QAQ.”
“It feels like… making babies…”
“Run towards the Imperial Bridge, outside Hanyuan Hall, the Imperial Villa’s Imperial Bridge.”
Why is it so heartbreaking when someone suddenly leaves you?
And why, when thinking of scenes with him, do I want to chew on them repeatedly, making the corners of my mouth lift slightly, but my eyes fill with tears?
When dawn broke, commoners passed by this Heaven Sword branch.
Wei Wanlan felt terrible inside, so he sat blankly, gazing at the people walking in front of him, unaware of tiredness or sleepiness. This sitting lasted for some time.
So much so that the simple Luoyang commoners saw him and thought he was a lost young master from some family. Some even came over to ask if he needed help contacting his family.
To everyone who gathered around, Wei Wanlan asked the same question blankly:
“Why is the Manor branch locked? Where is Fu Jun…”
Is this dazed young master looking for his husband actually a woman disguised as a man?
There were indeed well-informed and kind-hearted commoners who couldn’t bear to see Wei Wanlan’s sorrow. This must be some infatuated woman who doesn’t know that the Heaven Sword Manor Lord suddenly ordered all disciples of the Luoyang branch to return to the main altar to organize affairs, and got separated from her lover, right?
A commoner handed him a handkerchief and said: “They were ordered to close the doors by the Manor Lord. Nothing happened.”
“Manor Lord?” Wei Wanlan’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he blurted out, “The Heaven Sword Manor Lord? Is he alive? Or is it a newly elected one?”
This startled appearance really made the kind-hearted people feel pity and helplessness.
Someone squatted down, looking at the teary-eyed Wei Wanlan, and patiently said: “This sect has always had good relations with the Eastern Capital, and we haven’t heard of them changing leaders. Perhaps there really is something going on at their main altar.”
Something happened at the Heaven Sword Manor?
The Hero had to rush back to deal with it.
So he left without saying goodbye, leaving no message for me. That explains everything!
His dead-ash mood reignited like sparks from embers. Wei Wanlan felt vitality injected into his whole body. Unknowingly, he stood up from the corner of the door, blinking his still wet and cool eyes.
—He wants to find Fu Jun to help him!
The other party once risked his life to save him; now that the Heaven Sword Manor is in trouble, how can he stand by and watch?
But how to find Fu Jun’s whereabouts?
Wei Wanlan looked sideways at the door knocker. There is a way…
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