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The next day, when Duan Linzhou opened his eyes again, he felt as if he had narrowly escaped death.
Duan Linzhou didn’t dare to wake him. A Tianqian’s rut wasn’t something that ended in a day. Thinking of this, Duan Linzhou felt a lingering fear, he had narrowly escaped death from “Jian Huangquan”, but he had almost died at Mu Peixuan’s hands.
It was then that Duan Linzhou suddenly realized just how much Mu Peixuan had been enduring before.
Duan Linzhou carefully got out of bed. When his feet touched the ground, his legs buckled, and he almost knelt. He gasped for a few breaths, and after a long while, he finally managed to stand up and open the door.
Liu Guang and Fen Mo were both guarding the courtyard. Hearing the door open, they both looked over. Liu Guang looked at Duan Linzhou’s pale face, his utterly worn-out appearance as if a demon had drained his essence, and couldn’t help but cry out, “Young Master!”
Fen Mo: “Junwang Fei…”
Seeing their expressions, Duan Linzhou knew that they were aware Mu Peixuan had entered his rut.
His guess was correct. After the two of them returned last night, Mu Peixuan’s Xinxiang had filled the entire Wen’an Courtyard. The Kunze servants attending them had been forced to retreat far away, their legs weakened by the intense Xinxiang, leaving only a few Zhongyong who couldn’t perceive the scent still able to stand in Wen’an Courtyard.
A Tianqian in rut possessed a strong possessive desire and couldn’t tolerate other Tianqian encroaching on their territory. Last night, even Fen Mo, who had long served by Mu Peixuan’s side, had retreated.
Duan Linzhou spoke, his voice hoarse and barely audible, instructing, “Go and fetch Mu Ke.”
Liu Guang responded, looking at Duan Linzhou with concern, saying, “Young Master, your body—”
“It’s fine,” Duan Linzhou said. “Get some hot water.”
He was only wearing a robe. In the deep winter cold, he was starting to feel a chill. Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around his waist. Without him noticing, Mu Peixuan had already stood behind him. He was barefoot, wearing a hastily thrown-on outer robe, his expression displeased, his dark gaze sweeping over Liu Guang and Fen Mo before he slammed the door shut.
Duan Linzhou barely managed to turn around before Mu Peixuan pinned him against the door. The young Tianqian stared at him and asked, “Where were you going?”
Duan Linzhou smiled helplessly and whispered, “Nowhere. Just ask them to bring some hot water for a bath.”
Mu Peixuan had woken up to find the person he had repeatedly bonded with last night gone. He felt as if he had been set on fire, incredibly restless. Fortunately, when he turned around the screen, he saw Duan Linzhou’s slender back.
He was talking to other people.
Mu Peixuan was very unhappy.
His Kunze[mfn]It said Kunze here[/mfn] was not by his side but was talking to other Zhongyong and Tianqian.
Mu Peixuan lowered his head and nibbled at Duan Linzhou’s lips, one hand cupping the back of his neck. That area hadn’t been spared any torment and was sensitive to the touch. Duan Linzhou shivered in pain, grabbing Mu Peixuan’s arms and whimpering softly.
Mu Peixuan paused slightly in his actions. Tianqian and Zhongyong couldn’t form a true bond. He could only rely on leaving his seed inside the Zhongyong and biting the back of his neck to barely leave his mark.
After a night, the Xinxiang he had left behind had faded somewhat.
Mu Peixuan nuzzled against him, smoothing back Duan Linzhou’s hair, revealing the swollen back of his neck covered in teeth marks. Duan Linzhou’s neck was beautifully shaped, slender like a crane’s. Mu Peixuan pressed his itching canines against it and said in a hoarse voice, “Let me lick it.”
“I won’t bite.” Mu Peixuan said.
A Tianqian in rut was full of energy. He lovingly pecked at Duan Linzhou’s neck, his breathing growing rapid, his arousal pressing hard against Duan Linzhou. Duan Linzhou had only managed to stand with difficulty. The moment his lips touched, he couldn’t help but tremble. His wet, soft tongue caressed the still-healing bite marks on his nape, slightly itchy and somewhat painful. Duan Linzhou’s legs shook, and the word “Your Highness” had just left his lips when sharp canines nipped at the tender skin.
Mu Peixuan couldn’t control the urge to mark Duan Linzhou, but unfortunately, Duan Linzhou was a Zhongyong. No matter how deeply he penetrated, they couldn’t form a true bond, and his Xinxiang couldn’t linger on Duan Linzhou’s body for long either.
This utterly failed to satisfy a Tianqian in rut. The more it was like this, the more he wanted to crush the Zhongyong, wanting every inch of his body to be stained with his scent, from the inside out, including that small, degenerated reproductive cavity hidden within.
Mu Peixuan asked him, “Are you cold?”
Duan Linzhou looked into Mu Peixuan’s eyes, filled with desire. Such eyes held a dangerous allure, captivatingly intense. He shook his head. “I’m not cold.”
Lust made him lose his senses. Duan Linzhou thought with self-abandonment, no wonder so many people fell for the beauty trap. Their Xiao Junwang hadn’t deliberately used his looks, but with just that face and that deeply affectionate, focused gaze, what could Duan Linzhou bear not to give him?
Mu Peixuan said, “Shall I make you even warmer?”
Duan Linzhou naturally couldn’t utter a refusal. Mu Peixuan didn’t give him the chance anyway, kissing his lips, slowly leaving a mottled array of hickeys on his neck and collarbone.
Duan Linzhou’s skin was fair and thin, and there were still two teeth marks he had left on his areolas from last night. Mu Peixuan gripped his waist, burying his head to bite down on the small nipple. Duan Linzhou let out a soft gasp, his body instinctively recoiling, only to be held fast against the table. Mu Peixuan’s mouth was so hot, his tongue wet and strong, pressing against the sensitive nipple, teasing and grinding, stimulating Duan Linzhou to emit a low, hoarse pant.
He threaded his fingers through Mu Peixuan’s hair, but unexpectedly, he was bitten painfully. Duan Linzhou tugged at Mu Peixuan’s hair and said, “Don’t bite—”
Mu Peixuan responded indistinctly, his mouth pursed around the nipple, sucking and licking. Duan Linzhou’s fingers grew soft and weak again, resting against him. His fingertips inadvertently brushed against Mu Peixuan’s ear, sending a jolt through that area, making it burning hot.
Mu Ke had known last night that Mu Peixuan had entered his rut. Although somewhat surprised, he hadn’t given it much thought. Compared to Mu Peixuan, Mu Ke was more worried about Duan Linzhou.
Duan Linzhou’s body was weak, and he feared he might not be able to withstand a Tianqian’s rut.
He prescribed a medicinal diet and instructed the servants to prepare it daily to nourish Duan Linzhou’s body. He also told Liu Guang to send word to him if Duan Linzhou woke up.
He and Old Physician Ji had finally managed to improve Duan Linzhou’s health, and he couldn’t let Mu Peixuan ruin all their efforts. Mu Ke was a Tianqian himself and several years older than Mu Peixuan, so he naturally knew what a Tianqian in rut was like.
When Liu Guang hurriedly brought Mu Ke over, the room was already tightly closed, and the entire courtyard was filled with the Tianqian’s Xinxiang, overbearing and tyrannical, not allowing anyone to approach.
Mu Ke clicked his tongue, completely suppressing his own Xinxiang, careful not to provoke Mu Peixuan. He asked Liu Guang, “When did they wake up?”
Liu Guang replied, “About two incense sticks ago.”
Mu Ke asked, “Is the medicinal diet ready?”
Liu Guang quickly said, “It’s simmering in the small kitchen, but His Highness—” He pursed his lips, recalling Mu Peixuan’s terrifying gaze, and involuntarily shrank his neck. A Tianqian in rut was truly frightening, yet their young master was alone in the room with Xiao Junwang.
Mu Ke rubbed the tip of his nose and said, “Go have someone bring it over.”
He stared at the tightly shut door, raised his hand, and knocked. “Xiao Junwang, Boss Duan!”
“I’m here to take Boss Duan’s pulse!”
After a long while, the door was suddenly yanked open, revealing a sullen-looking Mu Peixuan. He had a robe carelessly thrown over his shoulders, and there were two suggestive bite marks on his neck, a heavy aura of desire surrounding him.
Mu Ke wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but he seemed to catch a few faint wisps of plum blossom scent.
Before he could discern it further, he met Mu Peixuan’s heavy gaze. The rut blurred the Tianqian’s usual disposition, making him simple and primal, there were only his Kunze and that particular matter in his eyes. He viewed everything else around him, people and things alike, with hostility.
Mu Peixuan stood blocking the doorway, seemingly very reluctant to let him in.
Mu Ke thought to himself that if it weren’t for Duan Linzhou’s weak constitution, he really wouldn’t want to make this trip. Now, his desire to solve the “Jian Huangquan” wasn’t just for Duan Linzhou anymore; it was also the thrill of the chase for a medical obsessive.
A hoarse voice came from inside, “Master Mu?”
It was Duan Linzhou.
Only then did Mu Peixuan step aside, walking into the room without a word. Duan Linzhou was sitting on a chair, wrapped up tightly, his long hair loose, an unnatural flush on his cheeks. He smiled apologetically at Mu Ke and said, “Thank you for the trouble.”
Mu Ke pretended not to see the hickeys on his neck as he took his pulse, saying, “I’ve prescribed a nourishing medicinal diet. You must take it daily.” He considered his words and continued, “Your body is severely depleted. Although it has improved slightly these past few days, it’s still not as strong as an average person, especially since you are a zhongyong.”
At this point, Mu Peixuan’s dark eyes flickered.
Kunze had their Xinxiang to soothe a restless Tianqian, and a bonded pair could also provide some satisfaction for the Tianqian. But Zhongyong was different. Their Xinxiang was weak, and the two couldn’t form a true bond. In such cases, a Tianqian in rut would only become more reliant on increasingly intense intimacy.
Even with his thick skin, Duan Linzhou couldn’t help but feel embarrassed asking for a medical consultation while covered in such obvious signs of passion, discussing such a private matter. He said vaguely, “I understand. Thank you, Physician Mu.”
Mu Ke didn’t linger. He left a tonic pill and then practically threw down a box as if it were burning his hands, giving Mu Peixuan a meaningful glance before fleeing as if his backside were on fire.
As soon as he left, all the strength drained from Duan Linzhou’s body. He leaned back limply in the chair. Mu Peixuan touched his cheek and then slipped his hand inside his trousers. Duan Linzhou had dressed hastily, wrapped in fox fur, which completely concealed the erotic state of his slender body beneath.
There was no one else.
Only them.
Mu Peixuan looked down at Duan Linzhou, his penis still erect. But in his mind, consumed by desire, Mu Ke’s warning surfaced—his Kunze’s body was weak and ill.
Duan Linzhou seemed to sense this. He raised his eyes, looking up at Mu Peixuan. He crooked his slender, strong finger and said, “Come here, let me lick it for you.”
