Chapter 19 – Tyrant VS National Teacher (19)
Even though the two had been in constant communication, Mu Jin often wanted to hear Mo Yi say these things in person.
He knew that his little one had endured a lot in these three years. Subduing the armies in the Northern Frontier was not an easy task. The foreign tribes that had been disturbing the Western Frontier for decades were formidable, and Mo Yi had to devise numerous strategies to make them submit. Unfortunately, Mu Jin couldn’t be by his side because he had to stay in the capital to pave the way for Mo Yi. After all, what they sought was not just military power but also the supreme imperial throne.
So, controlling the military was just the first step. With Mu Jin around, even if Mo Yi wasn’t in the capital, he wouldn’t be blind to the happenings in the court. More importantly, to garner popular support for Mo Yi, Mu Jin had done countless things behind the scenes in these years.
But at this moment, Mu Jin couldn’t think of the toll these years took on him. He could only feel heartache for his little one. Thinking of the bloody scenes of Mo Yi fighting on the battlefield through 003, Mu Jin extended his hand, gently caressing Mo Yi’s eyebrows and eyes.
Seeing the tenderness in Mu Jin’s eyes, Mo Yi gently embraced him. He was no longer the helpless child of the past. His hands now controlled the entire Northern Frontier’s army.
Earlier, due to leading troops against the foreign tribes, Mo Yi had boldly mobilized a large number of forces from the Western Frontier. Combined with the later reorganization of troops from the surrendered tribes, Mo Yi now had unmatched military power in the entire Western Frontier.
Upon returning to the capital, he was immediately conferred the title of Jing Wang. So, now Mo Yi not only had power and influence, but, to put it bluntly, if he stomped his foot in the Northern Frontier, the entire capital would shake. However, certain individuals in the court still failed to grasp this situation.
With a slight lowering of his eyelids, Mo Yi couldn’t help but think if he was finally worthy of the person in front of him. The possessiveness in his eyes was about to be concealed, and the man only wanted to touch the person he had been yearning for, relieving the fire within his heart.
In the past, the soldiers in the camp spoke bluntly without restraint, and although no one dared to be impudent in front of him, he occasionally heard a few words.
Every time he thought of those things, Mo Yi’s mind would be filled with the petite figure of Mu Jin in white.
In these three years, he missed Mu Jin every moment. As a result, his feelings became clearer.
Every midnight, in his dreams, it was always those watery cat eyes staring at him. He missed the warm body temperature of this person, missed the familiar and reassuring scent on him.
Unable to control himself, he would kiss Mu Jin’s forehead and cheeks, and this kind of affection seemed to surpass the bond between childhood friends.
Blushing, Mu Jin accepted it without resistance but teased, “Why is Yi Er being so spoiled now?”
Upon hearing this, Mo Yi tightened his arms naturally, deeply breathing in the scent of his beloved. This feeling of firmly holding someone in his arms made him unable to help but let out a satisfied sigh.
Each kiss landed on Mu Jin’s cheeks, and Mo Yi murmured, “Brother Jin, I miss you so much! Let me hold you tight, okay?”
Mu Jin softly responded with an “Mm,” not rejecting Mo Yi’s closeness. With each gentle kiss, the feeling of being cherished was addictive, as if each kiss was expressing Mo Yi’s preciousness to him.
While kissing Mu Jin, Mo Yi kept a close eye on his expression, worried about seeing any displeasure on his face. Fortunately, it seemed that Brother Jin was just feeling shy.
Seeing Mu Jin like this, Mo Yi’s courage grew, and taking advantage of the moment when the person in his arms wasn’t paying attention, he quickly kissed the corner of Mu Jin’s mouth, attempting to taste more of his beloved’s flavor.
However, just as Mo Yi was about to continue enjoying his indulgence, a sound from below interrupted, reporting the arrival of someone.
A disciple from Xuan Qing Temple standing outside the door conveyed, “Lord, General Dai is here to visit. Shall we arrange a banquet in the hall?”
Mu Jin, upon hearing this, was momentarily stunned, snapping out of the romantic atmosphere. Blushing, he gently pushed Mo Yi aside, thinking that the relationship between himself and General Dai was quite good. It was only reasonable for him to visit after returning to the capital, especially since Mo Yi had received care from General Dai when he first arrived at the military camp. It was only appropriate for Mu Jin to express gratitude in person.
However, as Mu Jin was about to stand up, his arm was grabbed by the man beside him. Thinking that his little one was being stubborn, Mu Jin looked at Mo Yi with some helplessness and said, “Yi Er, I should indeed meet General Dai personally when he comes. Let’s continue our conversation later, okay?”
But Mo Yi still kept his head down, not releasing his grip on Mu Jin’s arm. After a while, he even seemed to tremble slightly.
It was only at this moment that Mu Jin sensed that something was wrong. Quickly leaning closer to the man beside him, he discovered that Mo Yi’s face had turned pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. It was clearly the manifestation of the blood curse acting up.
Mu Jin, seeing the situation, had no intention to pay attention to General Dai. He hurriedly pushed him aside, claiming he felt unwell, and instructed the attendants to inform General Dai that he would personally visit him another day.
Once the people outside left, Mu Jin quickly checked on Mo Yi’s condition.
Before leaving, Mu Jin had prepared many medicines to suppress the blood curse for Mo Yi. Over the years, he had been arranging supplies for him through intermediaries. However, even with these medicines, they only suppressed the blood curse, and the inevitable pain that occurred several times a month couldn’t be avoided.
At this moment, seeing Mo Yi in such distress, Mu Jin immediately took out a dagger from the drawer, intending to cut his own wrist. However, before the blade could descend, the man beside him grabbed his arm.
Mo Yi’s arm trembled slightly due to the pain, but his gaze remained firm. Seeing Mo Yi so distressed, Mu Jin had no choice but to persuade him desperately, “Yi Er, drink my blood!”
“You’re already an adult, and I can soon help you remove the blood curse. But early-stage nurturing is crucial, so you must drink my blood for a while. This way, when the curse is removed, it will be foolproof.”
However, Mo Yi shook his head even after hearing Mu Jin’s words.
Mu Jin wanted to continue persuading, but he saw the man leaning closer, saying in a low voice, “Brother, I remember you mentioned that your body is special. So, it should not just be blood that works, right?”
Mu Jin was momentarily stunned by these words, tilting his head. For a moment, he didn’t understand Mo Yi’s meaning. But seeing the deepening gaze of the man in front of him, he realized when the man gently touched his lips with his finger.
Now Mu Jin understood Mo Yi’s implied meaning and instantly blushed. This method had never crossed his mind, especially back when Mo Yi was still a child. Anything beyond blood seemed too shameless.
However, with another painful groan from Mo Yi, Mu Jin couldn’t hesitate any longer. Seeing the man’s painful expression, Mu Jin quickly supported his waist and helped him onto the bed, but Mo Yi directly pressed him down.
Mo Yi’s forehead was already sweating, and his eyes were full of endurance. He bit his lower lip tightly, staring at Mu Jin’s eyes.
Seeing this, Mu Jin, despite feeling shy, nodded quickly. Mo Yi then forcefully kissed him, urgently seeking the sweet source that could alleviate his pain.
Mo Yi’s kiss was inexperienced, carrying a sense of urgency, as if he wanted to attack fiercely but was afraid of hurting the person in his arms.
Fortunately, Mu Jin cooperated well, allowing Mo Yi to practice his kissing techniques. Regardless of what Mo Yi wanted, he behaved very compliantly.
The kiss deepened gradually, and after the initial surge of emotions, Mo Yi calmed down and his actions became gentler.
Finally kissing the person he loved the most, the taste was exactly as he had fantasized countless times, almost unbelievable. The remaining pain was gradually suppressed, and Mo Yi completely ignored the little discomfort.
Now he felt like he was floating in the clouds, feeling that the delicacies of the whole world couldn’t compare to the taste of the person in his arms.
Indulging in the tenderness, Mo Yi suddenly felt fortunate that he hadn’t taken the medicine prepared by Mu Jin a few days ago. It was to ensure that the pain caused by the blood curse would erupt quickly when they met today because he wanted more intimacy with the person in his arms.
Mo Yi still couldn’t be sure of Mu Jin’s feelings, but he couldn’t endure the fierce beast in his heart any longer. He needed an outlet for release and urgently wanted to touch the other person.
In these years, he had thought about this person day and night, savoring every word of concern he had expressed. Various fanciful thoughts filled his mind endlessly.
Although he knew that his thoughts were somewhat unreliable, he just knew that Brother Jin would never bear to see him in pain. If he could be saved with just a few kisses, how could Mu Jin possibly be stingy?
Seeing the person in his arms blushing like a tomato, Mo Yi felt his index finger twitch. Savouring it carefully, he even wished to swallow the person in his heart.
Mu Jin had never known that kisses could be so powerful, although he had never kissed anyone before. The man in front of him had an exceptionally fierce look, giving Mu Jin the illusion that the other wanted to devour him.
Breath was stolen, and Mo Yi only slightly relaxed when Mu Jin felt on the verge of suffocation. However, every time Mu Jin hadn’t had a chance to breathe, Mo Yi would pursue and kiss him again.
Facing the man he secretly deeply loved in his heart, even though he thought this was only done out of necessity to suppress the blood curse, Mu Jin couldn’t help but get lost in it, and his gaze gradually became confused.
Seeing Mu Jin’s watery eyes, Mo Yi felt a burst of joy. It seemed that Brother also had some feelings for him.
Author’s note: Is it sweet enough~