Chapter 125: Only This King Can Kiss
Boating on the Taiye Pool, Wei Wanlan played until he was tired, though naturally, he had thoroughly enjoyed himself.
Su Jingzhi worked the oars, rowing the boat while admiring the scenery on the lake. The small boat drifted leisurely. Occasionally, Wei Wanlan would splash a bit of water, the tips of his fingers feeling cool and refreshing before he retracted his small paws back into his sleeves.
Su Jingzhi asked, “Did it go smoothly?”
Wei Wanlan looked up. Assuming he was asking about the matter of clearing the Su family’s name, he nodded vigorously.
“Very smoothly. A brave warrior issued the Edict of Self-Guilt on Zhen’s behalf.”
Su Jingzhi was stunned. He had intended to ask how handling court administration was going or if anyone had bullied him. Who knew he would suddenly come out with this?
“Why did you issue an Edict of Self-Guilt?”
“To apologize to the Su family ancestors and your predecessors on behalf of the generations of Wei ancestors, and to announce to the world that it was they who administered the ‘Sorrow Reliever’ to your family,” Wei Wanlan said.
He didn’t carry the psychological baggage ancient people held regarding the unquestionable nature of imperial power. Wrong was wrong; if a mistake was made, it should be admitted. Moreover, those ancestors weren’t his ancestors anyway, so he felt no psychological burden no matter how many such edicts he published.
However, he didn’t know how shocked Su Jingzhi was.
As a monarch who had just assumed personal rule, Wei Wanlan should have been packaging the Imperial Family as reliable. Yet, to restore the truth, he had abandoned his face as a sovereign.
Throughout history, how many monarchs had ever issued an Edict of Self-Guilt?
The tenderness in Su Jingzhi’s heart grew even profounder. Even the ripples created by the oars seemed moist and soft, spreading out layer by layer…
They were the only two in the heart of the lake.
He put down the oars and sat facing Wei Wanlan in the cabin, waiting for a stray wave to rock the small boat so he could follow the momentum and gather the Little Fool into his arms.
Recently, coaxed by the Nine Dragon Mirror, Wei Wanlan’s sleep quality had been excellent, and his complexion had a rosy tint.
Xiao Wan looked like a dazed, adorable little animal, holding a delicate peach blossom cake with both hands and gnawing on it earnestly. He spoke of court matters while he ate, seemingly completely unaware that the man beside him was now a Big Bad Wolf who also wanted to turn him into a snack—to taste slowly, savor, and devour completely.
The wave came.
The small boat drifted with the water into a shallow bay of the Taiye Pool. At the convergence of shallow and deep water, the hull jolted, slammed fiercely by several massive fish in the lake that weighed over a hundred jin and were on the verge of becoming spirits.
“Water monster!”
Wei Wanlan trembled in fright. His small paw tossed the peach blossom cake; the pastry fell into the water and was swallowed by a big fat fish that opened its mouth wide.
Su Jingzhi hurriedly reached out to hold him, but Wei Wanlan leaned backward. Thus, what was meant to be a hug turned into scooping him up by the waist and pressing him tightly against the deck. The hull rocked even more violently, and Wei Wanlan fell until he saw stars, his eyes instantly turning red!
“It hurts so much QAQ.”
“Why did you fall backward on purpose?”
” Zhen’s hands were full of pastry crumbs. I was afraid of dirtying your clothes.”
Saying this, Wei Wanlan rubbed his paws together, looking aggrieved. Outside the cabin, the giant fish that had been fed began to bump against the boat again—thump, thump.
” Wu! The water monsters are back!”
It turned out that lying down while being bumped around could truly make one seasick.
Wei Wanlan only felt weightless, as if water had entered his head too; the sound of rippling water was everywhere. He wanted to get up but couldn’t. His arms clung to the Regent’s neck, and the tighter he hugged, the less he could rise.
But he didn’t realize that in his panic, he had hooked his legs around the Regent’s waist—his two slender little legs…
This completely changed the situation inside the boat cabin.
Su Jingzhi could endure no longer and kissed down.
scorching breath started from the neck again, spreading upward to the mouth. Wei Wanlan went from being at a loss to letting out soft, glutinous whimpers. His nose and eyes stung, and Su Jingzhi’s overly aggressive kisses stimulated a face full of tears.
He choked out a few sobs.
He sensed the liveliness of “a part of the Regent.”
His heart full of confusion gradually dissolved into a shallow expectation that was hard to speak aloud. He suddenly realized he was doing those things with the Regent that seemed to lead to making babies.
But is the Prince really not detoxifying? Has his body completely recovered? Did Zhen think wrong?
Wuwuwu, the Regent is so good.
But I am a bad child QAQ…
The Little Fool Wei Wanlan and the Regent parted their lips slightly, their nose tips still touching. He was burned red all over, turning into a little cooked shrimp. The longer they kissed, the richer the Regent’s woodsy scent became as it transferred over. His lower back tickled; his whole body was dyed with Su Jingzhi’s scent.
Wei Wanlan covered his eyes with his dragon paws. “Is the residual poison acting up again today?”
Su Jingzhi could no longer bear to hear this topic of “detoxification.” He wanted to change his thinking, guiding him patiently, his voice seeming to wrap around his heart: “If I’m not detoxifying, can I still kiss?”
“Eh.”
Wei Wanlan had clearly never considered this scenario. Kissing without detoxifying? Then… then wouldn’t that be… was I overthinking it?
The Regent secretly hooked the corner of his mouth, taking in the Little Fool’s bewildered and stunned appearance. He would never get tired of teasing the Little Fool, trying every method to make him open his eyes to the truth.
“Aside from This King, can anyone else kiss you?”
” Wu.” The little ostrich wanted to bury its head; Wei Wanlan wanted to hide.
But Su Jingzhi wouldn’t let him hide.
There were no outsiders here. Except for the giant fish causing trouble to add to the fun, between the sky and the water, there was only each other.
Su Jingzhi gazed at Wei Wanlan, his eyes warm, heavy, and full of affection.
Wei Wanlan had to close his eyes and actually pondered it. He felt that he truly didn’t wish to be pinned down and kissed like this by anyone other than the Regent.
The Regent was the only existence in the world different from anyone else.
” Zhen…” He opened his mouth, his voice soft, unaware that he was about to confess. He could only lie dazedly on the boat deck, surrounded by Su Jingzhi’s warmth and tenderness.
As if to make him thoroughly feel just how “different” he was, the tip of his tongue was gently captured by Su Jingzhi.
Right now, there was no goal of “detoxification,” “healing,” or “curing headaches.”
Yet he didn’t push the Regent away; he was even a little immersed in it.
They were too intimate.
[Zzt—Zzzzt… Zzzt…]
At this moment, the sound of electric current rang out inside his brain.
This sound somewhat recalled Wei Wanlan’s senses, pulling him out of the charming ambiguity. He rubbed his eyes again, thinking he was hallucinating or had misheard the sound of water.
But the sound of the current grew louder:
[Warning…]
[Time… nearly half…]
[Mission Three… Clear External Threats… Activated.]
Perhaps Wei Wanlan’s brain really had been waterlogged on the boat today. The system prompts were intermittent, as if an alien were transmitting undecoded language signals to him.
Wei Wanlan shook his head and listened patiently. Only then, after a long period of poor connection between himself and the Wise Monarch Cultivation System, did he receive a complete system prompt:
[WARNING!!!]
[Host has used nearly half the time for the Main Story Missions. Mission progress must be accelerated. Main Story Mission Three: Clear External Threats. Mission Activated.]
Because of these cold system prompts, Wei Wanlan’s mind returned completely to reality.
—So I still have to do missions…
Previously, after saving the Regent, he had been mentally and physically exhausted and sick for many days. Wei Wanlan had just calmed his mind, ready to adapt to being a quiet salted fish in the Great Wei Palace. Who knew this system wouldn’t let him go at all!
Kill the treacherous official, pacify internal strife, destroy the enemy nation.
He had pacified the internal strife, but hadn’t killed the treacherous official. Moreover, he now shared a life-bound fate with Su Jingzhi. The Regent was so good; he would never want to kill the Regent again.
But if he didn’t complete the three major tasks, he would choke to death…
Now, only a little over half a year remained until the day he would choke.
Mission One was effectively abandoned. Mission Three had just begun.
What do I do???
Of the three major missions, surely I can’t complete them all!
Is there only a dead end for me? QAQ
Did I transmigrate with such difficulty, and meet a Regent who cares about me so much, only to die like this? And take the newly reborn Regent with me?
In the instant Wei Wanlan thought of these heavy topics, how could he stay in the warm little nest of the boat cabin?
His deer-like eyes instantly turned red. The fear of death, and the regret and apology for innocently implicating the Regent, all surfaced in his heart at once.
His back tightened, and a wave of despair rose within him.
He only felt flustered, and large tears rolled down his cheeks. He was terrified:
…Will I die?
Will I definitely die if I don’t complete the missions? Is death scary? Where will I go if I die?
If I die, I’ll never see the Regent again, and I won’t be able to go back to modern times to see Mom and Dad, right?
Wei Wanlan was pitifully frightened, his lips pale and trembling.
As it happened, Su Jingzhi thought he had bullied the boy too hard and scared Xiao Wan. Su Jingzhi hurriedly let go of Wei Wanlan.
“What’s wrong, Xiao Wan?”
“It was This King who was too hasty. I’m sorry, Xiao Wan. Don’t hate me, okay?”
Who could have imagined that Su Jingzhi, the Regent of Great Wei—a man who regarded ‘superiors make no mistakes’ as his standard of conduct—would now lower his posture so much before Wei Wanlan?
He was so cautious and timid…
Even though he had been the initiator just moments ago.
Yet, because of Wei Wanlan’s sudden crying, Su Jingzhi feared he had displeased the person in his heart. The always calm and composed Regent scrambled to wipe Wei Wanlan’s tears, carefully coaxing him and apologizing.
It was truly a bit cute and a bit pitiful.
Wei Wanlan blinked his deer eyes.
Being coaxed patiently, his crying gradually ceased.
His reliance on the Regent, and the sense of security and care this person always gave him, stabilized Wei Wanlan’s fearful emotions to some extent.
He forced himself to calm down and let out a breath, rubbing his eyes with his small paws, his eyelashes wet with tears. He pouted.
Su Jingzhi, afraid that rubbing his eyes so much would be bad for them, gently held Wei Wanlan’s fingertips. “Why were you crying?”
When a consistently indifferent person becomes gentle toward someone, the contrast can be overwhelming. Su Jingzhi was using all the gentleness and patience of his life on Wei Wanlan.
Wei Wanlan, his voice hoarse, complained to the Regent without context:
“There is an enemy nation. The Turks.”
Su Jingzhi raised an eyebrow. “Turks?”
It would have been fine if Wei Wanlan hadn’t mentioned it, but bringing up the Turks reminded Su Jingzhi of when they encountered Turkic soldiers at the Grand Banquet in Luoyang and were chased until they fell to the bottom of the slope.
A chill rose in Su Jingzhi’s eyes. He had a score to settle with Ashina Shali; his subordinates had dared to attack This King’s Xiao Wan.
He softly comforted Wei Wanlan, saying, “There are no Turks. This King just returned from the Ministry of War. I was just monitoring frontline intelligence; the Turks have no major military movements and won’t easily launch an attack.”
Even though Su Jingzhi’s credibility had always been reliable.
Wei Wanlan was still half-doubting.
Because that broken system was sometimes too accurate.
If it said Mission Three was starting now, then the trouble would definitely be the Turks, and it wouldn’t be a small trouble.
So, how could Wei Wanlan have any mood for boating? He immediately demanded to return to Zichen Hall.
Sure enough, the moment they stepped over the hall’s threshold, they ran right into Eunuch An.
An Ruyi trotted over, looking travel-worn. He was looking for the Emperor, and his speech was fast, revealing some urgency: “Your Majesty, Your Highness. Prime Minister Xiao just came by. He said the Imperial Court received a State Letter. From the Turks…”
Wei Wanlan’s brow jumped. Is there really going to be a war?!
Su Jingzhi asked calmly, “What does the State Letter say?”
An Ruyi beamed. “It’s good news!”
Could anything related to the Turks be good news?
Wei Wanlan was instantly bewildered.
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