"Concubine De?" Sikong Ting called out.
Qin Huaiqiu stopped his movement. He was straddling Jimin's waist at the moment, one hand grabbing Jimin's collar and the other fist hanging in mid - air. And blood was dripping down from his hand that was hanging in the air.
Of course, it wasn't his blood.
He had his back to Sikong Ting at the moment. Jimin's face under him was already swollen from the beating, with thin trails of blood oozing from his mouth and nose.
Qin Huaiqiu gave him a disgusted look, slowly let go of his collar, and stood up.
Did Sikong Ting already know he was a man?
Qin Huaiqiu wasn't sure, so he didn't walk towards Sikong Ting. Instead, he stood still, staring fixedly at him with his eyes.
Sikong Ting looked at Qin Huaiqiu not far away. He was wearing a plain robe today, with a strong aura of hostility all over his body. It seemed that he wasn't here to find him. Sikong Ting frowned when he saw the blood on Qin Huaiqiu's hand, then walked over quickly and reached out to grab his hand, but was dodged by Qin Huaiqiu.
Sikong Ting was taken aback for a moment and said angrily, "What are you dodging for? Let me take a look!"
Qin Huaiqiu lowered his head and said nothing.
Sikong Ting took a few deep breaths and said in a deep voice, "You haven't seen me for four days. When we meet again, you still show me a cold face? Am I that disgusting to you?"
Qin Huaiqiu opened his eyes wide.
Didn't he know his identity yet?
He felt a momentary thrill in his heart, but it was just a moment. So he raised his head, his eyes filled with relief and helplessness, and slowly looked at Sikong Ting.
Sikong Ting felt his heart skip a beat. The next moment, he didn't hesitate to pull Qin Huaiqiu into his arms.
"It's okay. I'm here," Sikong Ting hugged him, reached out to touch his head, and then placed a kiss on the top of his head.
At that moment, Qin Huaiqiu only felt his nose go sour, and tears welled up suddenly.
He couldn't hold back anymore and suddenly hugged Sikong Ting tightly, as if holding onto his only hope.
He knew that although this embrace was warm at the moment, maybe in a little while, Sikong Ting would never reach out his hands to hug him again, and maybe in a little while, Sikong Ting would never kiss him again. Just thinking that his identity was about to be exposed, Qin Huaiqiu felt his heart being stabbed like a knife. With tears blurring his vision, he struggled to raise his head in Sikong Ting's arms. Then he stood on tiptoe, held Sikong Ting's face with both hands, and placed a kiss on his lips.
Sikong Ting was stunned.
This was the first time Qin Huaiqiu had kissed him actively.
He widened his eyes and still couldn't believe it even after feeling the softness on his lips. He maintained the posture of holding Qin Huaiqiu and just stood there stupidly until this brief kiss from Qin Huaiqiu ended.
"You..."
"Let's go in," Qin Huaiqiu wiped away his tears and struggled to get out of Sikong Ting's embrace. But the next moment, Sikong Ting pulled him into his arms again, gently lifted his face, and kissed him again.
This kiss was long and powerful. Qin Huaiqiu slowly closed his eyes. He stretched out his hands and slowly wrapped them around Sikong Ting's neck, allowing himself to sink endlessly into this kiss.
How he wished time could stop at this moment. How he wished Sikong Ting would never discover his identity. How he wished that he wasn't an emperor and he wasn't the son of a general.
On the other side, Qin Lan stood not far away and let out a long sigh.
Love is involuntary and unaware.
Young master, young master, you've completely given yourself away...
"Humph," Jimin, whose face was covered in blood from the beating, propped himself up on the ground and stood up. He watched the two people hugging and kissing with a sneer on his face and let out a cold snort from his nose.
I don't know how long it took before Sikong Ting slowly let him go. Qin Huaiqiu's eyes flickered, his cheeks were flushed, and he avoided Sikong Ting's gaze.
Sikong Ting let out a soft laugh, rubbed Qin Huaiqiu's red and swollen lips from the kiss with his hand, and said, "I'm so happy."
After saying that, he seemed to feel it wasn't enough. Then he leaned close to Qin Huaiqiu's ear, bit his earlobe, and said, "I'm so happy."
"Your Majesty..." Qin Huaiqiu bit his lower lip. Different from Sikong Ting, he was feeling extremely depressed at the moment. He felt his heart being tightened and tightened again, making it hard for him to breathe.
"Let's go in," Qin Huaiqiu's voice was very soft, like a whisper. He patted Sikong Ting's back and closed his eyes painfully.
He had to bear all the things.
The causes and effects were already unclear by now. He was Qin Huaiqiu, the young master of the Qin Mansion. Behind him were all the officers and soldiers of the Qin family and dozens of lives in the Qin Mansion. Even if Sikong Ting wanted to punish him or execute him, if he could be held in Sikong Ting's arms like this before he died, he would be satisfied.
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"Yo? Finished being affectionate?" Yazebu said mockingly. His eyes scanned the two people wantonly and he even raised his eyebrows at Qin Huaiqiu.
Sikong Ting blocked Qin Huaiqiu behind him and said sharply, "Why did you call him here?"
"Why not?" Yazebu laughed. "I'm bored of discussing things with you two gentlemen here. Can't I find a woman?"
Dou Yuan was sitting on one side. He threw the teacup on the ground and scolded, "That's the Concubine De of Dacheng! Don't talk nonsense!"
"Oh, so it's the Concubine De?" Yazebu said. "Judging from the way he beat someone, I thought he was some guard."
Qin Huaiqiu lowered his head, pursed his lips and said nothing. His face was as cold as ice.
"Aren't you going to take your seat yet?" Yazebu said. "Since you're here as guests, Kuloer, serve tea to Her Majesty the Concubine De."
Sikong Ting didn't bother to talk to him. He grabbed the Concubine De's hand and walked towards a seat on one side. But unexpectedly, Qin Huaiqiu took the initiative to let go of Sikong Ting's hand, pointed to the seat opposite Sikong Ting and said, "I want to sit there."
Sikong Ting was taken aback for a moment and coaxed, "Sit beside me."
Qin Huaiqiu ignored him. He just shook his head slightly and walked straight to that seat and sat down.
One seat away from him was where Yazebu was sitting.
Sikong Ting didn't know what was wrong with Qin Huaiqiu again, but seeing his expression, it seemed that he had some unspeakable secret, so he didn't say anything else. He walked back to his own seat and sat down again.
Seeing this, Yazebu said, "It seems that Her Majesty the Concubine De prefers to sit closer to me than to the Han emperor?"
Qin Huaiqiu picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said coldly, "I just don't want to disturb the negotiation between the emperor and you. Who do you think you are?"
Yazebu twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Her Majesty the Concubine De is so full of hostility. Did you eat gunpowder?"
Qin Huaiqiu retorted, "It's none of your business. Since you're here to discuss things with the emperor, you'd better mind your own business."
Yazebu let out a cold snort and said, "Really? But this time I'm not just here to discuss things with the Han emperor. I have a big secret to tell him."