Chapter 57 I Really Want to Lock A Zheng Away

Chapter 57: Really Want to Lock Away A Zheng

Before Su Zheng could ask anything, Luo Yunchen ordered sharply at Xiaoyunzi and the others: "Stand right there! Don't come any closer!"

With that, he grabbed Su Zheng and pulled him around the corner to the other side, pressing him against the wall.

Leaning in, he gently kissed Su Zheng’s eyes.

"Be good, A Zheng. Don’t look at things you shouldn’t anymore. It dirties your eyes, and it makes me so angry!"

"A Zheng, you are mine! Every part of you is mine!"

"A Zheng can only be dirtied by me!"

"I won’t let anything else touch you. Anyone who lusts after A Zheng deserves to die!"

Su Zheng let him go on like that for a while before pushing him away. "Alright, Luo Yunchen, it was just an accident, okay? You forgot you promised not to be intimate with me after we leave the Eastern Palace, didn't you?"

Luo Yunchen stopped, resting his forehead against Su Zheng’s shoulder, muttering sulkily: "So angry! So angry! Furious! I really want to lock A Zheng up! Hide him away! Let only me see him! Let A Zheng look only at me!"

Su Zheng only caught the part about being angry; the rest came too fast and too low for him to hear clearly. "What?"

Luo Yunchen lifted his head, his expression much calmer now. He touched Su Zheng’s face and smiled. "I promised A Zheng that once we leave the Eastern Palace, I wouldn't be affectionate with him in public. Don’t worry, no one saw. And I don’t want anyone to see A Zheng looking so obedient and submissive."

Back at the Eastern Palace, they had lunch.

Luo Yunchen pulled Su Zheng to the study to practice calligraphy.

"Only two days without practice, and A Zheng’s handwriting is already a bit rusty," Luo Yunchen said with a hint of regret.

Su Zheng looked left and right, not noticing any decline. "It’s still fine, isn’t it?"

"No, it’s not. Let me guide A Zheng through it, okay?"

As he spoke, Luo Yunchen wrapped his arms around Su Zheng from behind. One hand intertwined with Su Zheng’s to hold down the paper, the other guided Su Zheng’s fingers around the brush, and he began writing.

At first, Su Zheng genuinely thought he was just teaching him calligraphy, but soon he understood his real intention.

Hot breath burned his neck.

A hand slipped inside his robe.

Before long, his clothes came loose.

Su Zheng’s voice trembled slightly as he said: "Luo Yunchen, if you don’t want to practice, then let's not do it here."

Luo Yunchen’s voice was full of cheerful delight: "Who says that? I really am teaching A Zheng to practice."

"If you’re going to practice, then don’t mess around!"

"Can't do that. A Zheng said he'd pamper me, and I've been waiting two days. I can't hold out any longer."

Su Zheng took a deep breath: "Why do you have to do it here?"

"Because here, A Zheng can only lean on me. I want A Zheng to lean on me more."

"Mmm! Ah!"

Luo Yunchen’s tone was tender as he tilted Su Zheng’s chin up, swallowing his fragmented words in a kiss.

Su Zheng couldn't help but arch his back, his fingers trembling slightly.

But Luo Yunchen held his fingers firmly and steadily, guiding the brush.

He replaced the paper on the desk with a fresh sheet.

With Su Zheng’s hand in his, Luo Yunchen swept the brush across the paper and wrote several large characters with steady, powerful strokes.

When Su Zheng caught his breath, he managed to glance.

Four large characters: "Shi Su Zhi Wei" (Tasting the Marrow).

Every stroke ended like a hook, tugging at his very soul.

In the end, Su Zheng’s legs gave out, and he couldn't stay standing.

Luo Yunchen scooped him into his arms and called for water. After carefully cleaning him, Su Zheng had already fallen asleep.

Luo Yunchen carried him to bed and laid him down to rest. Then he lay on his side, chin propped in his hand, quietly watching Su Zheng’s sleeping face.

Luo Yunchen didn't move all afternoon. He lay there watching Su Zheng for as long as he slept.

Only when he reckoned it was almost time for Su Zheng to wake did Luo Yunchen quietly slip out of the bedroom and head to the kitchen.

At dinner, Su Zheng ate the dishes from the recipe book he had given to the Fubei Tavern, and he was very satisfied.

In the middle of the night.

Luo Yunchen silently slipped out of the Eastern Palace.

At the Cold Palace.

Luo Yunchen’s tall figure stood still in the moonlight.

Soon, a figure came, looking around nervously, asking in a low voice: "Is anyone there? Who’s here?"

Luo Yunchen walked toward the approaching figure.

As they drew closer, the moonlight let them see each other clearly.

The person facing Luo Yunchen was none other than the palace maid from that afternoon.

The maid looked at Luo Yunchen, about to ask if it was the Crown Prince who had sent someone to summon her.

Then she saw, illuminated by the moonlight, the youth’s picturesque features appearing even more delicate and otherworldly, like an immortal who had descended to the mortal world.

The maid was momentarily mesmerized, rooted to the spot.

Luo Yunchen approached her slowly, his voice gentle and his smile warm. "You came," he said softly.

The maid nodded dazedly, her mind in chaos.

Heir Luo had come in person—could it be that the Crown Prince hadn't sent for him? Had Heir Luo taken an interest in her?

What should she do?

Agree? But she had already promised the Crown Prince!

Refuse? She found herself unable to refuse.

She had always known that Heir Luo was good-looking, but knowing that was one thing; she never took it to heart.

After all, Heir Luo's position in the palace was awkward, and following him would surely bring humiliation.

But now it seemed different—the Crown Prince was treating Heir Luo extremely well and even arranged a maidservant for his intimate needs!

Yes, Heir Luo must have tasted that pleasure, which is why he set his sights on her after meeting her during the day!

Didn't Heir Luo just ask about her in front of the Crown Prince and say he remembered her!

At the time, she thought Heir Luo was asking on behalf of the Crown Prince!

Having figured it out, a blush quickly spread across the maidservant's face: "Heir Luo, did you call for me?"

Luo Yunchen nodded and took out a pill: "It was me. Take this and swallow it."

The maidservant took it instinctively and asked, "What is this?"

Luo Yunchen tilted his head, as if thinking for a moment: "A pill that makes you happy."

The maidservant's face flushed crimson: "Heir Luo, you... you..."

"Hurry and take it. If anyone hears us, we'll get caught."

Blushing, the maidservant looked at the pill in her hand. She hadn't expected that the heir, who seemed so cold and handsome, could be like this—so eager to get with her...

But that was fine—once he got a taste, he'd be hooked on her!

With that thought, the maidservant braced herself and swallowed the pill.

In a short while, the maidservant felt a burning sensation in her throat.

The maidservant covered her neck with her hand, trying to say something, but when she opened her mouth, she found she couldn't make a single sound!

Panicking, she looked at Luo Yunchen, wanting to ask him what was happening to her.

Luo Yunchen looked at the maidservant and gave a cheerful, innocent smile: "Ah, not hearing you talk really makes me happy."

"It's your fault for being such a blabbermouth—you actually said you wanted to serve my Crown Prince brother! I finally got to taste him; only I get to serve him. How dare you try to take him from me—it makes me so mad!"

Luo Yunchen drew out a dagger, its coldly gleaming tip slicing through the front of her dress.