TL: Hua
Extra 6: A Past Kiss (3): Ancient Times If Line: “Ghost” Pei and Prince Zong
Zong Suiyang calmly accepted the news of the Crown Princess’s death. He asked about Zong Lu’s situation, gave a few instructions, and said nothing else.
Yu Shaoyun and Bai Tang didn’t dare to suggest bringing in a Taoist priest or a monk to perform a ritual. They followed his orders and withdrew. The bedchamber fell silent. Zong Suiyang lay on a recliner in front of the window, his eyes gently closed. The dim light from outside fell on his face, making him look surprisingly handsome yet chillingly cold.
“You…” After a moment, he finally spoke, his tone cold and emotionless.
Pei Xiting was tied to the bed, his hands and feet bound to the head and footboards. He couldn’t move at all. He didn’t even bother to struggle. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he was suddenly woken up by the voice.
“Don’t talk to evil spirits, lest your mind be bewitched,” he said.
“Before my mind is bewitched, I will kill you without hesitation,” Zong Suiyang said. “What is your name?”
“Pei Xiting,” Pei Xiting said.
Zong Suiyang thought for a moment and said, “Never heard of it.”
“Your Highness is not often in Yejing,” Pei Xiting said. “But I’m not from your world yet, so you shouldn’t try to find and suppress me.”
Zong Suiyang frowned. So Pei Xiting briefly explained his origins and concluded, “In any case, just grow up well, and you’ll meet me.”
“Who wants to meet you?” Zong Suiyang said.
Pei Xiting wasn’t annoyed. “I’m the one who wants to meet you, okay?”
Zong Suiyang was stunned for a moment and didn’t answer. After a while, he said, “Why would I like you? You don’t even have a lick of martial arts.”
“Are you looking for a boyfriend or a kung fu kid?” Pei Xiting retorted. “According to your logic, you have so many young, handsome, and skilled martial artists around you. Why don’t you make them all your concubines?”
“…” Zong Suiyang was speechless. “You’re not what I imagined a consort would be like.”
He had never thought about what his future consort would be like. If he had to say, it would probably be a smart and dignified beauty who was well-behaved and sensible. He didn’t like people who were too boisterous or had too many tricks up their sleeves. But this person in front of him was completely different. He was like a cunning and beautiful fox, ready to bare his teeth at any moment, with a hint of ferocity.
“I’m not the Fifth Prince’s Consort, or even the Crown Prince’s Consort,” Pei Xiting said. “I am Zong Suiyang’s beloved. So there’s no point in trying to put conditions on me. I’m not with you because I’m suitable for you, but because I like you.”
Zong Suiyang was half-understanding.
“Hey,” Pei Xiting said, “come here.”
Zong Suiyang opened his eyes but didn’t move. He said, “Just say it like that.”
“I don’t want to tell you; I want to show you,” Pei Xiting said. “I have marks on me that you left. Do you want to see?”
Zong Suiyang was unenthusiastic. “What kind of marks?”
“Hickeys, teeth marks, everything you can think of,” Pei Xiting said. “Come on.”
Zong Suiyang was silent for a moment, then finally got up and walked over. Pei Xiting smiled a little, tilted his head to look at him, and said, “There’s one on my collarbone.”
Zong Suiyang’s gaze fell on the person, sliding from his smiling eyes to his rosy lips. He suddenly noticed a small scab at the corner of his mouth. As if sensing his gaze, Pei Xiting licked the corner of his mouth and said, “You bit it.”
This person was not a fox, but a fox spirit, with charm in his every expression. Zong Suiyang leaned down and gently pulled open Pei Xiting’s collar. Sure enough, he saw a ring of teeth marks on his pale right collarbone. He pulled it down a little more, and the fair, slender chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing. The half-exposed nipple was swollen.
“You bit that too.” Pei Xiting struggled with his wrists and said pitifully, “Suiyang, please untie me. My wrists were just tied by you, and they already hurt.”
Zong Suiyang’s dark eyes moved up and stared at him motionlessly for a moment. “I didn’t tie you,” he said. “He did.”
“You are him,” Pei Xiting said. “It’s because we met too late, which is why I’ve come here. I just want to spend one or two more days with you.”
Zong Suiyang said nothing. He reached out and held Pei Xiting’s left wrist, untying the rope. Pei Xiting instinctively tried to twist away, but Zong Suiyang held it gently, pulled back his sleeve a little, and saw a fresh red mark on his wrist. His skin was fair, so the color showed easily.
“I won’t blame you,” Pei Xiting soothed.
“From what you’re saying, you and I were intimate just before you came here?” Zong Suiyang said.
Speaking in a serious tone about lewd things—this was Zong Suiyang’s habit and also Pei Xiting’s hobby. That’s right, he liked this very much and found it particularly exciting.
“Mhm. How about it? Do you want to try? Oh, but you can’t.” Pei Xiting turned his wrist, slipped out of Zong Suiyang’s hand, and held his hand instead, gently tickling him.
Zong Suiyang’s palm tingled, and he pulled back slightly. Pei Xiting laughed, hooked his little finger, and said with a helpless expression, “He’ll get jealous.”
Zong Suiyang watched Pei Xiting’s small gesture, not moving. He only said, “Didn’t you say I am him?”
“Yes, you’re the little Zong, and he’s the big Zong. You’re both Zong, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be jealous of himself,” Pei Xiting sighed and said with a smile. “He’s very possessive. He gets jealous of men, women, adults, children… wait, not just people. He gets jealous of any existing thing, whether it’s a person or an object, living or dead.”
While talking, Pei Xiting stared at Zong Suiyang, expecting the little Zong to complain about not understanding the adult version of himself. But the little Zong didn’t show any lack of understanding. Instead, he said, “Is that strange?”
Pei Xiting was stunned for a moment, then he smiled. Of course, they’re the same person, with the same nature.
“No, it’s not strange,” he said.
“Then show me,” Zong Suiyang said.
Pei Xiting didn’t react. “Show you what?”
Zong Suiyang stared intently at him and said, “Since we have been intimate as husband and wife, you should know my particular preference.”
Zong Suiyang’s preference made Pei Xiting feel a familiar ache in his behind. He said with a wry smile, “You’re still doubting me?!”
“Your origin is too strange,” Zong Suiyang said.
Pei Xiting threw a tantrum. “Then tie me up and torture me! My skin is so delicate; how many lashes can I endure?”
“No,” Zong Suiyang frowned slightly. “Since you and my future self have that kind of relationship, I cannot torture you.”
At least you have some sense. Pei Xiting pouted and said, “If you don’t believe me, why are you holding back?”
“Logically, your appearance is so bizarre, and what you say is bizarre. I shouldn’t believe you. But the way… ” Zong Suiyang stared at Pei Xiting, his gaze roving over him. After a moment, he said, “The way you look at me makes it impossible for me to doubt you.”
With Zong Suiyang’s status, he had been exposed to schemes and deception since childhood. There was no evil intention he hadn’t seen. His ability to read people was top-notch. He was certain that there was no malice in those beautiful phoenix eyes, only deep affection, like a gentle spring breeze and a soft rain, everywhere he looked.
“As long as you know,” Pei Xiting snorted. “At least you’re not blind.”
“So,” Zong Suiyang said, “take it off and let me see.”
Pei Xiting refused. It was one thing to be at a disadvantage with the big Zong, but with the little Zong, where would he put his dignity?
Pei Xiting decided to fight back to the death, but the little Zong was indeed the younger version of the big Zong, with the same temperament and methods. Pei Xiting’s waist was locked in his arm, and he felt the lower part of his body cool as his pants were pulled down.
“You’re skinny, but you have a lot of flesh here,” Zong Suiyang said calmly. He looked at the handprints on the pale buttocks, reached out, and measured them with his hand in the air. The size of his palm and fingers was slightly different, but the proportions were nearly identical.
“Have you seen enough?” Pei Xiting asked, his face buried in the pillow. “This is not fair. Fate is unfair to me.”
Zong Suiyang pulled up his pants and straightened his robe. “What’s not fair?”
Pei Xiting said, “This is oppression.”
Zong Suiyang turned Pei Xiting onto his back so he wouldn’t suffocate in the pillow. He stood up and said, “You can resist.”
Pei Xiting said, “Then give me your face and let me slap you eighteen times.”
Zong Suiyang looked back and said, “Do you not dare to hit him?”
Whether he dared or not, he probably would in a moment of genuine anger, but ever since they got together, Zong Suiyang had never really made him angry. As for slapping him, it had actually happened, but only during their lovemaking sessions. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he would instinctively slap Zong Suiyang. But the force was light; it was more like foreplay than an actual slap because it always resulted in him being “punished” more severely. The slap seemed to just make the beast even more wild.
Zong Suiyang observed Pei Xiting’s expression and said, “It seems you have.”
“You wouldn’t understand the fun of adults.” Pei Xiting lay flat and glared at him. “I think I’m a year older than you right now, aren’t I? Hey, call me ‘gege.'”
“Do you often call him ‘gege,’ and you’re trying to ‘get revenge’ here?” Zong Suiyang said.
Pei Xiting not only often called Zong Suiyang “gege,” but what other embarrassing titles hadn’t he called out during “torture”? ‘Gege’ was actually one of the more normal ones.
“If you don’t call me that, when I go back, I won’t call him that either,” Pei Xiting said.
“He hates being threatened the most,” Zong Suiyang said. “Good luck.”
Pei Xiting: “…”
Ah, that’s right. If Zong Suiyang knew that he had tried to seduce the little Zong and ended up messing up his own treatment, he would definitely be unhappy and find ways to torment him. In the end, he’d be the one suffering. Damn it.
“It’s snowing again,” Zong Suiyang said suddenly. “Why didn’t it snow at night?”
Even with the heavy wind and snow that night, it couldn’t put out the fire at the East Palace. Pei Xiting fell silent. Even with his silver tongue, he didn’t know what to say at that moment.
He took out the dagger from his boot and freed his remaining right hand and legs. He got off the bed and walked lightly to stand behind Zong Suiyang. Pei Xiting looked at his pale, silent profile and hugged him from behind.
“Maybe you can’t understand the strength of this hug right now, but just indulge me,” Pei Xiting said softly, burying his face in Zong Suiyang’s shoulder. “Indulge my wish to be with you at this moment.”
Zong Suiyang was stunned, but he didn’t push him away. The chest on his back was pressed tightly against him, warm and gentle, completely unlike the snow outside.
“Can you smell him?” Pei Xiting said. “Try to. He is powerful and reassuring. That’s your final destination. You won’t fall here.”
He hugged the man tightly and whispered, “Suiyang, indulging in death won’t make you truly free. You can’t go to your Imperial Brother. You should move forward, come to me, come to your own self.”
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