Ink-dark hair entangled; the red string of fate entwined.
Ji Yue turned around. His sharp eyes were dark and dangerous, but his voice was as gentle as water, “Oh? How will you kill us?”
But Wei Lian did not speak again, falling into a deep slumber and breathing long and deep.
Ji Yue ran out of patience. His expression gradually turned cold as he grabbed the youth’s slender neck.
He increased his strength, one that was enough to choke a person to death.
He never kept anyone with ulterior motives beside him. Since it had been determined that Wei Lian had approached him with the intention of killing him, he could not keep this plaything anymore, even if the thing was interesting.
The sleeping young man's face quickly turned red as a pained expression appeared. He struggled and gasped, “Le-let go of me—”
The fierce emotion in Ji Yue’s eyes trembled as he subconsciously loosened his hand. Once he realised what he had done, his expression turned frigid as water.
...He couldn’t commit.
“Ji Yue!” Wei Lian’s expression relaxed as he curled up into himself and sleep-talked, “Why are you always bullying me...even inside of my peaceful dream?”
Ji Yue replied in a cold voice, “You want to kill us, and expect us to treat you nicely?”
After Ji Yue said this, he also felt this whole thing was ridiculous.
...Why was he arguing with an unconscious drunk?
He did not want to admit it, but when he heard the young man say he wanted his death, his heart jumped intensely.
Like a needle stabbed his heart.
Why does it hurt?
He should have expected this. From childhood and adulthood, all those who approached him and treated him well had hidden motives and schemes. They all plotted against his life.
As far as he was concerned, no human heart was as trustworthy as a dog like A’Meng.
Since he had been used to people approaching with an ulterior purpose, he had already indifferently accepted the reality. He had long learned to distance himself from everyone soundlessly, so then where did this pain come from?
There were countless people who wanted to kill him. Wei Lian wouldn’t be the first one, and would never be the last one.
But he was the only one that Ji Yue couldn’t silence.
This person was the only one who said, ‘What is there for me to be afraid of?’ to him, the only one who would act playfully and freely with him, the only one who could closely tie with him in seven matches, and the only one who was as clear and pure as snow in this turbid world.
Wei Lian was not the same.
He really thought that Wei Lian was different.
The youth was as transparent as ice and as fresh as snow, yet he was warm as the blazing sun that the joyful spring welcomed, melting and creating a crack around the ice that sealed Ji Yue’s heart.
And now, the crack that the young man finally carved had been resealed by this, ‘if I don’t kill you, then my surname is not WeiThis is different from prior chapter because this is how this translator interpreted what Ji Yue thought Wei Lian said.’.
Ji Yue whispered, “It turns out...you and them are not so different.”
The young man on the couch was still sleeping soundly. It didn’t seem like he had heard what Ji Yue said.
Ji Yue slowly sat down on the edge of the couch and gently stroked Wei Lian’s flawless face. “Did Wei Bang ask you to kill us?”
He didn’t expect Wei Lian to answer, but the sleeping man opened his mouth and mumbled, “That incapable ruler...is worthy of ordering me?”
Ji Yue was slightly surprised and almost thought Wei Lian had woken up.
But upon a closer look, the youth was still sleeping peacefully, probably treating his inquiry as a dream.
This was a good opportunity to ask questions.
Ji Yue tentatively asked, “You call your father—an incapable ruler?”
“What else should I call him then?” Wei Lian murmured in a whisper, “He asked me to kill you...but I refused. Who does he think he is? That I’ll kill if he asks me to kill? How humiliating will I look?”
Ji Yue: “...”
“What’s more. I have no grudge against you, so why should I kill you?” Wei Lian murmured softly, “With you, I can taste delicacies, I can enjoy spicy food, I would be crazy to make a rod for my own back...”
The chill in Ji Yue’s eyes dropped a few degrees. “Many thanks then.”
So it turned out that he was so valuable in Wei Lian’s heart.
At the same time, he was relieved.
A faint smile unknowingly appeared at the corner of his lips. Even his mood turned brighter.
So it turned out, Wei Lian didn’t want to kill him in the first place.
...Wait a minute, if that was the case, then what caused the change?
Ji Yue verbally put this question out and waited keenly for Wei Lian’s answer.
This time, Wei Lian stayed silent for a very long time, so long that Ji Yue thought the youth had fallen deeply asleep.
Then Wei Lian suddenly blurted, “Ji Yue, you are still so easy to talk reason with in dreams. Outside of that, you are so hard to serve.”
Ji Yue put on a false smile. “Is that how you view us?”
He no longer cared for the fact that he had been called by his taboo name in Wei Lian’s dream.
Ji Yue reached a conclusion after weighing the matter, he had done his best to forgive Wei Lian with utmost tolerance. Who else but Wei Lian could act so recklessly in front of him and still remain unscathed?
Of course, that didn’t take into account that others did not have the courage to be reckless.
“Then what else do you want me to think?” When Wei Lian vented about this, he furrowed his brows and even sat up in anger with half-opened and unfocused eyes.
When he suddenly sat up, Ji Yue was startled with a jolt.
The youth with skin as pale as snow he was not fully awake as he looked at Ji Yue in part accusation and part grievance. “Who is the infant here?”
“You used to be a prince, and so was I!”
“Why do you always punish me to kneel, either in snow or on solid ground, choke me, force me to take poison, and threaten to remove my tongue at any given moment.”
The youth complained in a quiet voice, “It hurts.”
His beautiful eyes, obscured by the drunken mist, glared fiercely at Ji Yue, even his voice seemed to suffer a great deal of grievance, “It hurts so much that I want to kill someone.”
Ji Yue felt slightly guilty under that stare.
This kind of behaviour would be insignificant if anyone else did it, but when it came from Wei Lian’s mouth, anyone hearing it would think they were a bastard.
“I don’t like pain.” Wei Lian suddenly went soft and learned to rest against Ji Yue’s shoulder. He closed his tired eyes, continued with a soft voice, almost inaudible.
“When I was a child...I had an argument with Wei Jiao. He mocked me for not having a mother, and I rebuked, saying he was the one without a mother. When Lady Li heard of this, she punished me by kneeling in the snow...” He whispered, “All night long.”
“She was meaner than you.”
Ji Yue stiffly held the still asleep young man in his arms as he felt a trace of heartache.
He experienced many frustrations and dashed hopes, but it was different from what Wei Lian experienced.
His childhood was miserable in the cold palace, but he had the company of his mother and also avoided the disputes in the palace. However, Wei Lian’s biological mother died early so he had to grow up alone in a dog eat dog palace.
He embraced the person in his arms and gently coaxed, “We won't punish you anymore.”
After a pause, he huffed, “And you shouldn’t think about committing regicide anymore.”
Wei Lian raised his head in his arms, eyes sparkling as pure and innocent as white snow. “You must honour your words.”
Ji Yue lowered his eyes and met the younger man’s eyes. “This Emperor does not take their words back.”
Wei Lian stared into his eyes.
Ji Yue actually felt a rare trace of nervousness.
Was he...sober?
Wei Lian suddenly used great force to pounce on the older man, his whole body was on Ji Yue’s chest.
He groped around Ji Yue’s body carelessly, eyes both glistering and dazed.
Ji Yue's heart skipped a beat.
The youth's long hair fell and tangled with his own.
Legend has it that when two people’s dark hair is entangled, it means that their love strings begin to entwine with each other.
“Since this is a dream anyway...” Wei Lian mumbled to himself while pulling on Ji Yue’s clothes. “I have to get back some of the face that I lost. Three times might be too much, but I want one back at least.”
Ji Yue was caught off guard on the bed and his mind turned momentary blank.
Get what back?
Hah, JY you still don’t realize why you treat him so different? Why you can’t kill him? Why your heart aches?
Thx for the ch ٩(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )و