raahc 28 part 2 (H)

CHAPTER 28 PART 2 (EXPLICIT CONTENT)

“Your majesty…Your majesty… ah ah…” he called out in a haze of consciousness. Emperor Qi took the opportunity to slip his fingers into his mouth, playing with the tender tip of his tongue. “The general is calling out so loudly. Do you want to invite someone in to take a look?”

“Hmm……no……no……Your majesty……”

The sensitive spot inside him was continuously grazed by the glans, and he was pushed to the point where his vision darkened. Saliva flowed uncontrollably, forming a small pool on the smooth tabletop.

The intense pleasure continued to escalate, but just before reaching climax, his lower body was tightly restrained by a hand. Emperor Qi bit his earlobe, grinding against him, saying, “Beg Us… and We will let you release.”

The voice sounded inexplicably cold, causing him to shudder. His lips, marked with numerous scars, trembled for a moment, and he ultimately yielded.

His arched back continued to undulate, and his eyes rolled back in their sockets as he teetered on the brink of collapse. “Your Majesty… ah ah ah…”

The ph*llus within him thrust forcefully, and at the same time, the tip loosened, allowing a milky white fluid to spurt out without restraint. It landed on the pristine memorial tablet, staining it with impurity.

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Oxrlasa Ck’p hsknl clbkde bkx zkdtlale, yp kq bl olal pktbkdt, “Qldlayz, usw vawzu olal nyalzlpp, kv’p yzz pskzle dso…”

Rdvldpl pbyxl shlaoblzxle bkx zkjl y vkeyz oyhl, yde bl nswze ds zsdtla ldewal kv, nsxrzlvlzu qykdvkdt yoyu.

Tl bye y hlau zsdt ealyx.

Rd vbl ealyx, bl oyp pvkzz y nbkze, olyakdt y vbkd ascl, pvydekdt wdela vbl rbsldkm vall kd vbl nswavuyae, yppwxkdt y bsapl pvydnl. Tkp qyvbla pvsse cu vbl nswavuyae tyvl, bszekdt y vbknj osseld pvknj. Mbl pwd oyp pnsanbkdt, yde vbl pwdzktbv xyel kv byae qsa bkx vs srld bkp lulp. Tl nswze sdzu hytwlzu pll bkp qyvbla’p vyzz qktwal, yde lhld bkp pbyeso eyale dsv pvayu qya qasx bkp qllv, fwpv y pxyzz, vkxke ralpldnl.

Mbld bkp qyvbla oyzjle shla yde bydele bkx vbl osseld pvknj kd bkp byde, pyukdt, ‘Fvyavkdt qasx vseyu, usw okzz zlyad vbl Zydt qyxkzu’p prlya.’

Mbl Zydt qyxkzu’p prlya oyp y elyezu olyrsd, elhske sq ydu lmvayhytydv sa pbsou xshlp. Rv oyp rzykd, okvb vbawpvp, fycp, pvycp, yde pokdtp, yzz qsa sdl rwarspl – vs elzkhla y qyvyz czso.

Oynb Zydt qyxkzu prlya bye kvp sodla’p dyxl ldtayhle sd vbl bydezl, yde bkp ckttlpv ealyx yv vbyv vkxl oyp vs sod bkp sod prlya.

Fs, bl raynvknle eyu yde dktbv, lhld kq bkp yaxp polzzle wr vbl dlmv eyu, bl takvvle bkp vllvb yde rlaplhlale… Pyu yqvla eyu, ulya yqvla ulya, wdvkz sdl eyu obld bl nswze jdsnj vbl osseld pvknj swv sq bkp qyvbla’p byde, bl qkdyzzu lyadle vbl aktbv vs kv.

Then the dream ended.

He woke up in confusion, reaching for his chest but feeling like something was missing.

Since that day in the study… He had been in a feverish coma for over two days. When he woke up, Emperor Qi told him that the war had ended, the barbarian kingdom was in turmoil, and they had abandoned the cities they had just captured and returned home… After that battle, their strength was greatly depleted, and they wouldn’t invade again for years, essentially winning without fighting.

Emperor Qi said it with a hint of pride, like a child announcing high scores in an exam – there was a moment when he wanted to ask about the people of his lost homeland. What would happen to them? What about the soldiers who sacrificed themselves?

But he knew he wouldn’t get the answers he wanted, so he swallowed his words.

Since then, he hadn’t spoken a word to Emperor Qi, and even when he was forced to speak occasionally, it was only perfunctory.

That one night of humiliating, pleasure-filled intimacy had destroyed many things. It hadn’t left him utterly broken, but he had no desire to maintain this wrong relationship any longer.

Besides… the other party didn’t really need him.

That man was the true Dragon Emperor, even the heavens were on his side. He couldn’t compare to such a divine figure… Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but smile bitterly a few times, feeling a tickle in his throat, coughing a few times, and blood surged up that he couldn’t suppress for a while.

Helplessly, he had to drink a cup of tea, letting the bitterness spread, covering up the taste of blood in his mouth.

The royal physician said it was due to excessive worry, harming his body. Only he knew it was a sickness of the heart, and there was no cure for it in this world.

The emperor, seeing that he ignored him, didn’t come to the Town Mansion again in a fit of pique. A little over half a month passed by, and he used the excuse of recuperation to avoid court affairs, enjoying some temporary peace.

Another month passed, and news came from the palace that the emperor was selecting a concubine. He knew it was a ploy by that man to force him to meet him, so he didn’t go.

Two months later, the emperor’s grand wedding, inviting officials from the palace and below. He looked at the invitation with red and gold letters and thought about a secret letter he received a few days ago. It was a message from the Qin faction he had planted, but now it said they planned to assassinate the emperor during the wedding.

This was a serious matter, and he immediately had it reported to the emperor, but it wasn’t taken seriously – the number of guests coming and going hadn’t decreased, and the guards around hadn’t increased.

“How could this be?”

Even if, even if that person considers themselves exceptional, in the end, they too will bleed, and they will die…

With this thought, the tranquility he had achieved in recent days was disrupted. He let out a bitter smile and ultimately accepted his fate.

The night before the wedding, he returned to the old Yang family estate… Ever since he had moved to the palace, he rarely visited, but now he was suddenly reminded of that dream.

Revisiting the old place inevitably brought a flood of memories. He passed by the small courtyard where he had trained as a child and arrived beneath the ancient wutong tree. He gazed at the slightly yellowing leaves above him, took out a jug of wine from his robe, had a sip, and poured the rest onto the roots of the tree.

His father’s ashes had long since turned to dust in the distant borderlands, and even the tombstone was nothing more than a majestic Yang family spear. He couldn’t go to the burial site, so he could only pay his respects through memories, which could barely be considered filial piety.

The soil quickly absorbed the wine, and he leaned against the rough tree trunk for a while, waiting until the last trace of alcohol scent had been carried away by the wind. Then, he swayed to his feet and returned to his room.

He retrieved a dusty box from under his bed and opened it carefully, revealing a silver armor set neatly cushioned in red velvet.

He lifted the armor and tried it on, noticing it was clearly a bit smaller than it used to be.

Yes, so many years had passed, and he was no longer the young and spirited general he once was… He put the armor down with resignation, closed it, and turned to his wardrobe. From its deepest corner, he took out the Yang family spear engraved with his name.

Even though it had gathered dust over the years, the spear’s blade still shone brightly. He flicked his wrist skillfully, executing a graceful spear dance.

Once he started, he couldn’t stop… He danced almost forgetfully until the break of dawn. He leaned against the tree, drenched in sweat, and took a deep breath.

If there was anything left in this world that he felt attached to… His fingers, calloused with age, lovingly caressed the spear’s body. He closed his eyes and with a firm grip—

There was a crisp sound as the wooden shaft of the spear snapped in his hand, separating the part with his name. He broke off his own name, leaving only “Yang.”

When the old generals who had served in the Yang family asked if this act was a disgrace to their ancestors, he replied without regret.

Today, his answer remained unchanged, but his state of mind had shifted. He couldn’t be as reckless and headstrong as he used to be…

However, even though he said so, he didn’t know what he would do for that person. Because these years had truly been peaceful, that person’s diligent efforts were genuine, and when there were troubles at the border, the Emperor had immediately dispatched troops for relief. But… just not him.

So, even though he couldn’t bring himself to hate, in the end… his heart was not at ease.

A myriad of thoughts converged into a long sigh, and he rose to his feet, inserting the broken spear into the ground in front of the wutong tree without a glance back.

He had to attend that person’s wedding.

So, he arrived at the festively decorated main hall, stepping on the red carpet strewn with flowers until he saw the person he had been thinking about in his heart on the elevated seat.

He kneeled on the ground, bowed his head, and respectfully said, “Your Majesty.”

“Rise.” The familiar voice echoed from above, and he lifted his head, gazing directly into the person’s beautiful eyes, which held a thin layer of frost.

This person was angry, he knew.

“Since it is my wedding, why does my dear subject wear a sword to the court? It dampens the festive atmosphere…” Emperor Qi maintained a smile on his face, but his voice was decidedly cold. “My dear, why don’t you remove your sword and sit by my side?”

—There was once a young emperor who, upon ascending the throne, proclaimed to the entire court: “This person is my confidant and may wear a sword to court. Kneeling is not necessary in my presence.”

In a daze, he had already unfastened his sword and sat obediently on the side, gazing at the sumptuous banquet before him as a bloody sweetness rose in his mouth.

But he had never forgotten his purpose for coming—so he watched every detail closely.

He watched as the person descended from the high seat and helped the bride in her crimson wedding attire.

He watched as they paid their respects to heaven and earth, and during the bowing, the bride stumbled, only to be gently supported by him…

Until he watched the newlyweds walk toward the bridal chamber, he observed those two figures in bright red, and finally, a heavy burden in his heart was lifted.

One of life’s four great joys, although he couldn’t savor it personally, seeing that person safe and well, he could consider it a fulfillment.

Just as the celebration resonated, a gust of wind suddenly swept through his ears. He saw a figure emerge from among the guests on either side, an arrow in their mouth, the arrowhead cold and venomous, aimed at the groom—

He almost instinctively rushed forward, pushing aside the Emperor in his wedding robes. With the deadly arrow almost upon them, he reached for the sword at his side, only to find it gone.

In that brief moment of confusion, the silvery arrow found its mark in his chest. The force behind it pushed him back several steps, landing him in a warm embrace…

A scalding drop of liquid fell on his face, and as he opened his eyes, he saw the person he loved so dearly, tears filling those eyes. For a moment, his heart ached unbearably, and he tried to say something, but all that escaped his lips was a mouthful of crimson blood.

The cacophony of voices grew increasingly distant, but his body felt lighter and lighter… Was this finally freedom?

If there were a next life, he would prefer to be a carefree wanderer in this world, walking the path of justice and righteousness, upholding the law.

In a state of confusion, his remaining gaze remained fixed on the face that haunted his dreams, until it gradually blurred and was swallowed by darkness.

He faintly heard the sound of the wind from beyond the Great Wall, intermingled with the clear clashing of gold and steel, mixed with the fierce roars of soldiers locked in combat, permeated by the inescapable scent of blood.

That was his home, the home of all the Yang family members.

Translator’s note: Uhm, I really think that the ml’s are reincarnations of Qin Duan’s past life! And this Emperor should be Bai Lingzhe?!!!! (since he’s a dragon and the emperor symbolizes dragon). I’m not sure, though.