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It's dark. That's the only way to describe his situation. Dark, and cold; lifeless as a rotting corpse. Nothing to distract from the overwhelming pain and chaos in his mind. The muscles in his foot twitched, striking out to hit his wooden confines. Pain lanced up his leg, sliding past his bloodied knees - broken from his attempts to escape - and climbing its way up his body to dig its claws into where the stake was buried in his heart. The stake. A slab of wood that pins him to this cursed coffin, like an insect on display. He doesn't blame the person who put him here, making him go through an unending torment. Lang Qianqiu didn't know that he was unable to die when he put him in here. Death would've been a sweet release. But alas, these black carvings on his skin would prevent even his deepest desires from coming true. He started gasping for breath. Ah. The air was once again running out. He'd spent too much time caught in his own thoughts that he hadn't been trying to escape. He arduously brought his fingers up to the lid, scratching above him with growing urgency. He scratched and raked his fingers in the minuscule grooves of the wood for what felt like eons before he passed out.
He doesn't want to wake up.
—
“A-Lian! Your mother has some flowers for you!”
“Really?!”
“Slow down, my son. You'll ruin your robes like that.”
“Hehe. Mama, can I braid these into your hair?”
“Of course you can. But don't take too long, your father wants me present for a meeting later.”
“Your A-Lian will make you the prettiest woman in the three realms for the meeting! Everyone is going to be jealous of baba for having such a pretty wife.”
Tears leaked down his face. He was so absorbed in the memory that he forgot where he truly was. He had been in the gardens of Xianle palace, a delicate butterfly wandering on his finger when his mother called. He had gently waved it away when she had mentioned flowers. A huge grin had broken across his face, and he quickly ran over. He was hoping that she would have some of his favorite kind. He didn't know the name, but he knew that they were small and white. There was nothing tying his favoritism towards that specific flower, but he had always liked how pretty and how good they smelled. Now... all he could smell was blood and rot. He doesn't want to be able to smell his own body rotting, deteriorating 6 feet under in a 3 layered coffin. He wants to be able to enjoy the sun, and open up the gates of his prison. He wants to feel the grass under his feet, and enjoy the pittering of the rain on the leaves. Most of all, even if it's not possible, he wants to see his mom smiling again, laughing as she calls out to him for a hug. Not cold, or stiff, but warm and welcoming. Like a fluffy bunny instead of a hanging corpse. He wants to see that memory again. He clawed at the stake, to further the process of dying and hopefully start to wiggle it out. Feeling increased pain for a brief second doesn't matter if he can just fall asleep right after. —
Screams echoed around the parade, as a small child fell from one of Xianle's walls.
Xie Lian's gaze snapped up, and he immediately launched himself into the air, catching the poor thing.
The boy looked up at him in wonder, dirty fists clenched in his robes.
His mask fell off his face, revealing the comforting smile gracing his features.
He landed back on the parade float, continuing the elaborate display of swordsmanship in front of his people.
“Why did you do that?” Mu Qing hissed. “It would've been fine if he had died!”
Xie Lina dodged a kick to his side. “Wouldn't that just be a bad omen for the years to come? Besides, he's just a kid, how could I let him die?”
Mu Qing scoffed. “Whatever.”
They fell silent, resuming their well practiced dance, until Xie Lian blocked Mu Qing's saber a bit too close to his body.
The child in his arms whimpered, tightening his grip on Xie Lian's robes.
He immediately cooed, using the thumb resting on the kid's knee to rub comforting circles.
“Don't worry, it'll all be okay.”
This time, he awoke slower than he had in the past. Thankfully, it meant that he couldn't feel the pain for a little bit. He doesn't know how many times he's died and then dreamed of his past. He's dreamed of everything, from his years as a young child to saving a 12 year old Lang Qianqiu. Surely he's been here for years. It would explain why the blood soaked wood around him is beginning to give under his fingers. When he had just gotten in the coffin, he had analyzed the type of wood it was so he could figure out a way to get out faster. In true Xie Lian fashion, the wood was one of the toughest ones out there, so that was why he had been unable to break out. If the wood was finally giving, he had to have been here for at least 100 years. He laughed, choking up blood as he laughed, and laughed, and laughed. He's never going to escape. “Feng Xin. Mu Qing. Jun Wu. Anyone. Get me out. I beg of you. I can't take this anymore.” he prayed wordlessly in his head. He had long lost the ability to speak. He had prayed in the past, to no avail. Why not try one last time? Then he can be disappointed for the last time in his life. A vague memory popped up in his mind about something a servant had said while he was still serving as Fangxin. “You can pray to Crimson Rain. He's known for helping those who are in real need of help.” If he recalls correctly, the servant had been a girl comforting one of her fellow servants, who was being abused by one of the nobles because she was of Xianle origin. He had walked away before hearing the rest of the conversation. Why not try praying to this mysterious “Crimson Rain”? It's not like his situation could get any worse if his prayer was ignored because he doesn't have an offering. He would just stay here for the rest of his immortal life. Not too bad. “Crimson Rain,” he thought. “This lowly one doesn't presume to gain your help but I'm in a bit of a pickle. I don't enjoy being buried alive with a stake embedded in my chest, so if there's any way you can save me from this 3 layered monstrosity, I would greatly appreciate it.” He gasped for air. He was unsure if it made its way into the prayer or not. The next words he thought were small and broken. “I can't take it anymore.” He could no longer move his hands, so he just waited for the lack of oxygen to kill him.
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“Fishface, if I knew better, then I would think that you're worried for the Wind Master.” “I am not!” Hua Cheng scoffed. “You may be a good enough actor to fool heaven, but I come from hell.” He Xuan rolled his eyes. “At least I wasn't stupid enough to sacrifice my own eye for a group of humans that would've gotten killed anyways.” “I never claimed to be smart.” “That's a lie and you know it. You are the only person-” “Ghost actually.” “Fine, the only ghost I've met who literally takes any chance to show off how much he knows.” “I have to do something about your inadequate knowledge.” He Xuan threw his arms up in the air. “But you do it with Yin Yu too!” “Only when-” Crimson Rain. He took a sharp breath. He knows that voice. Probably better than his own. “Loan shark? Hello?”
This lowly one doesn't presume to gain your help but I'm in a bit of a pickle. I don't enjoy being buried alive-
He choked, hand coming up to clutch his chest. Buried alive?! -with a stake embedded in my chest- His face paled, his aura flooding out unrestrained, suffocating anyone within distance. He’s so inadequate. He always has been, but even more so now. He was supposed to be able to prevent something like this. A stake embedded in his beloved’s chest. While he is simultaneously buried alive. He clutched his head, digging his nails into his scalp, tugging at his hair. “Useless little shit, why can’t you fucking do anything-” “Hua Cheng! Yin Yu, what is he doing?” “I don’t know!” -so if there's any way you can save me from this 3 layered monstrosity, I would greatly appreciate it. In 3. Coffin layers. Glass broke in the background as the ground trembled. “HUA CHENG!” He Xuan firmly grabbed his shoulders, shaking him back and forth. “I need to help, I need to get to him, he needs help.” Hua Cheng muttered, over and over, shaking his head as he scrambled in his robes for his dice. “Hua Cheng, who needs help?” A pained gasp came through the prayer, followed by a shattered voice saying “I can't take this anymore.” He sounded like he was in tears, which caused Hua Cheng to tear up, salty drops leaking from his eye solemnly until they dropped off his chin. Nothing else came after that. Whether that was just because he couldn’t muster up the energy to speak or it was something else. He sank to his knees, head bowed and shoulders shaking. Another hand was laid on his shoulder, this one warm. “Chengzhu, where do I need to go?” “I-I don’t know.” “Was there anything else to possibly identify where he is?” “B-buried in 3 coffins with a-” His voice betrayed him, cutting off right before probably the most identifying factor. “Thing through his heart.” “Sounds an awful lot like what happened to the Guoshi of Yong’an, Fangxin.” He Xuan said offhandedly, scanning Hua Cheng over. He had half the mind to tease him about being concerned, but His Highness took precedence. Hua Cheng looked up, meeting He Xuan’s eyes. “Tell me more.” “Have you not heard of the Gilded Banquet?” Hua Cheng couldn’t be bothered to roll his eyes. “Yes, I have. Tell me when he was buried, and who did it.” Yin Yu spoke up. “I believe it was about 100 years ago.” Hua Cheng squinted his eye shut in agony, a shaky breath escaping his lips. “It was the crown prince who buried Fangxin, supposedly with a stake through his heart and locked in three coffins, all with seals and arrays placed over it to prevent him from escaping.” “Do you know where?” “I sent a clone with the crown prince when he buried the prince, so yes.” “Tell me where.” — It was hard to keep his eyes open. What time is it? Where is he? Rather, who is he? A gasp for breath that went unfulfilled. Suffocation was never a pleasant death. But anything was better than being impaled through the heart in impenetrable darkness. He passed out. He doesn't want to wake up again. Fate is cruel. He woke up an unknown amount of time later, his mutilated fingers already scratching at the coffin lid out of habit. His mind was far too gone to even beg. All he knew was pain. There wasn’t anything else to focus on in the void surrounding him, making the pain flare up even more. He thought he could hear a quiet jingling, but that has to be his imagination. He’s tried meditating, humming, anything to lessen the pain. But it always comes back. He moved his arm wrong, stretching the skin around the stake and causing him to part his lips in a silent scream of agony. When the pain died down to a normal amount, he was about to kick his foot out when there was a harsh crack somewhere above him. He froze, putting on his best corpse face and stilling all movement. Granted, he already smelled like a rotten corpse, so he probably didn’t look too far off from the real thing. He didn’t want whatever was above him to try and inflict more damage than he already has. Another loud crack sounded out, closer this time. He decided to claw at his neck to make himself pass out and not have to face whatever was coming for him. As his consciousness faded he thought he saw light flood into his prison, illuminating a man wearing an eye patch. Unconsciously, he smiled. — Hua Cheng stepped into the tomb, the chains on his boots jingling softly. He had forbidden anyone from coming with him, unwilling to let anyone see the state His Highness would be in if it truly was him. And god he hopes it isn't him. Because if it is, then he doesn't deserve to exist anymore. His eye landed on the massive coffin sitting in the middle of the room. It looked too big for a singular person. It could fit two, maybe three if there was a child. For once, he hopes that His Highness isn't there. It looked lonely. A marble box surrounded by musty smelling dirt. His brow furrowed. He sniffed the air and stepped closer to the coffin. Maybe it was just the smell of the talismans going bad. Maybe a rat died here or something. Surely he isn't smelling the rotting skin of a being that's still alive. He heard a rustling, barely there and only for a single second, but it was there. Coming from inside the coffin. He frantically analyzed the talismans on the marble lid, before destroying them with a controlled burst of spiritual energy. Then he tore off the first lid, letting it fall to the floor with a loud crack. He spent another second dismantling the talismans before shoving off the second lid with an additional crack. The third coffin was made out of something strong looking - he could name the type of wood used but that doesn't matter right now - and is probably not the easiest thing to break out of. Something moved inside of it, and Hua Cheng's breath quickened. It sounded like scratching. He made quick work of the talismans, and by then the moving had stopped. He took an unnecessary breath, laying his hand down on the lid, and opened it. If he hadn't noticed the smell earlier, there was no possible way to miss it now. It smelled so foul that if a human were to stumble across it, they would immediately drop dead. But Hua Cheng forced himself to inhale that smell, making himself suffer for even the tiniest fraction of what His Highness had gone through. It smelled like blood. So. Much. Blood. It soaked everything Hua Cheng noticed, even getting to the point where it was leaking into the next coffin. The other thing contributing to the smell was the stench of deep infection. Hua Cheng is certain it would be worse if the wooden coffin was surrounded by dirt instead of marble. Bugs would have certainly been able to burrow their way into the small box and start feasting on the rotting flesh. But there was one thing worse than the foul smell. It was the sight before him. When he saw Xie Lian, he thought he was going to die a third time. The stake embedded in his chest was plunged in roughly, stray bits of wood leaving nasty pockets of skin where the slivers of wood were trapped under the skin. A good amount of thrashing had made His Highness’ chest open to the world, making it possible to see the warm blood oozing from the wound. His gaze was drawn upwards to where Xie Lian’s neck was freshly bleeding, frantic claw marks marring the skin and causing more blood to be shed. The deep clawing had nicked the artery, causing even more unnecessary blood to be lost. There was a silver mask covering the top half of his face - nothing at all like that cursed half smiling half crying mask - making it possible to see the faintest smile on his lips as his eyes closed and he passed out. His breathing stopped, and he went completely limp. Hua Cheng's hands trembled. He wanted to just pull out the stake right then and there, but he knew it would cause more pain. Ultimately he didn't have a choice. He laid a hand on the slab of wood, curling his fingers around it while making sure it didn't move. “Your Highness, I'm so sorry.” He whispered. He wasn't quite sure if the apology was for the pain to come or the sin of letting this happen. He tightened his grip before ripping the blood soaked wood out of that mutilated chest. Xie Lian's body arched up as the stake was torn from his chest, a whimper escaping his lips in place of a scream. Even then, it was barely audible. I'm the one to make him feel this way. Fucking useless- No. That's not what his beloved needs right now. Hua Cheng had to forcefully change his form to make it impossible for him to shed tears. He can't have his vision become restricted now. He is really glad that he instructed Yin Yu to prepare a bath and medical supplies beforehand. He wouldn't be able to keep the heartbreak out of his voice if he were to ask now. He reverently lifted His Highness out of his prison, summoning butterflies to stop the blood flow from His Highness' wounds. Then, he rolled his dice and stepped through into Xie Lian's private chambers. He walked into the bathing chambers, pleased to find plenty of supplies at the ready. Though, he didn't feel pleased per say. There was nothing pleasing about this situation. He just felt the absence of a bit of anger. Not enough to make a difference in his mood, but that doesn't matter. His feelings don't matter. Only Xie Lian's do. Not his. He doesn't deserve to matter. He shut off his brain so that he could focus on the task at hand. He laid His Highness down on a soft bench, and started cutting the bloody robes off of his body. There was not a single inch of skin on Xie Lian's body that wasn't covered in blood, save for where the mask still obscured his features. There were bloody handprints on the rusted silver; at least, he thinks they’re handprints. They have an odd shape, not very congruent with what a hand should look like when it leaves a mark. He removed his robes before reaching for the mask, using it as a distraction to keep his gaze away from the wound on his chest. He didn’t want to look at it yet. He apologized for the gentle tugging on Xie Lian’s skin - the mask was stuck to his skin from the dried blood - and pulled the mask off. His eye sockets were sunken in from starvation, and you could see dried tear stains leading away from Xie Lian’s eyes. It’s all his fault. Useless monster. His eye traced the veins that he could see through Xie Lian’s skin, wanting to cry at the sight. He could see his skull through his skin. That was not healthy. All he is… is a curse.
This never would have happened if he hadn't met him in the first place.
He gently lifted him into his arms, and slowly descended into the water, fully clothed. He was immediately glad that he had decided to enchant the water to always stay clean, because the filth that drifted off of His Highness was nothing to laugh at. For the next few hours, he dutifully scrubbed every speck of blood away, purposefully not paying attention to the ribs that he could feel under his fingers, and the organs that he could see. He did his best to rinse out his hair, but currently it was too tangled to be able to wash thoroughly. He would detangle his hair later. Most importantly, he can start caring for Xie Lian's wound now that his skin is clean. He carefully pulled Xie Lian out of the bath, using spiritual power to dry him so he wouldn’t get cold. As he instructed his butterflies to bring over medical supplies, he gently laid Xie Lian on the same bench from earlier. The wound on his chest was nasty, green from infection and smelling foul. Regretfully, he wasn’t confident in his ability to help with the infection, so all he was able to do was bandage and clean the wound. He sighed, grabbing a warm cloth and gently dabbing at the wound. Xie Lian’s face scrunched up, and he flinched. It was likely his body wanted to move away, but was too weak to do so. “This one is so sorry, Your Highness. But please let me clean your wound. It will get worse otherwise. He painstakingly cleaned every bit of torn flesh, feeling terrible the entire time because he was just causing more pain to his beloved. When that was finally done he bandaged Xie Lian’s chest, being extremely careful to not make it too tight. He couldn’t have His Highness be uncomfortable. He should at least be able to make sure of that. Afterwards, he moved on to treating the deep scratches on his neck. They would heal pretty fast, especially when Hua Cheng would slowly start feeding Xie Lian spiritual energy - he couldn’t go fast because he might overwhelm him, like with starvation - but he still wanted to make sure they were cared for. He sent one of his butterflies to fetch a soft white inner robe for His Highness to wear. He didn’t want him to think that Hua Cheng had done things to him if Xie Lian woke up naked. He would never dream of it - he would be lying to say that that statement is true - but Xie Lian doesn’t know that. As far as he knew, he would be lying in a bed naked. The implications were quite strong. He carefully dressed him, making sure not to aggravate any wounds before he walked into His Highness’ chambers. He gently set him down on the bed, moving his hair in a way that would make it possible for Hua Cheng to detangle it while Xie Lian was resting. He covered him with a light blanket. He would’ve liked to have a thicker one, but he didn’t want to accidentally crush Xie Lian’s bones. After 100 years of starvation, there was no way those bones wouldn’t break when given enough pressure. He took a deep breath. With the focus that took over his thoughts while cleaning His Highness, he had gotten a hold on his emotions.
Yin Yu.
Yes Chengzhu?
Make sure fishface leaves. Reduce his interest to 2% for the information.
Of course Chengzhu.
Also, find the best doctor out there.
Yes, Chengzhu.
With that, he got started on the arduous task of untangling Xie Lian’s blood crusted hair. He started with creating a spell to keep Xie Lian’s hair slightly damp so that it would be easier to work through. He had gotten the surface layer of blood, but he wasn’t able to get all the blood seeping into his beautiful locks. He grabbed a luxurious comb and started methodically detangling his hair. It was in that manner that he spent the next 8 hours. On occasion, Xie Lian would start quietly whimpering, as if on the throes of a nightmare, so he decided to hum. He hummed a tune that his own mother had sung to him before she died. His Highness settled down very fast after hearing it. Hua Cheng resolved to perfect his humming of the song. —
Warm…
It's so warm.
Why is he warm?
He opened his eyes a fraction, but all he saw was red. He might have heard someone humming next to him and there was a gentle pressure on his head, but he wasn't sure. He passed out a second later.
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Hua Cheng plopped down into a chair next to His Highness' bed - he would kneel but his god doesn't allow that - and watched over his sleep. His hair was all brushed, not a single knot daring to remain after Hua Cheng's meticulous care. Xie Lian looked peaceful, in a way. He no longer had tension in his face from overwhelming pain, but he still seemed somewhat… apprehensive. Like his body couldn't believe that it was out. Hua Cheng sighed. He didn't know what was going to happen now. Sure, he would always allow Xie Lian to stay here for as long as he wished, but was that what he wanted? If he decides to leave once he's healed, will he want Hua Cheng to watch over him or not? A small part of himself hopes that he would be allowed to accompany him. Of course, he knows it's not possible. Someone as pristine as His Highness should not be accompanied by such filth. Oh well. He would always watch over him. Protecting him. He couldn't bear seeing him hurt another time. He tore his mind away from those thoughts, of an altar and a useless ghost fire and- Earlier, he noticed that Xie Lian's eyes had opened while he was brushing his hair, but there wasn't much awareness behind his gaze. It gave him hope that he wasn't gone from his time in the coffin, and he just needed time to heal. He sat in that chair for the remainder of the night, watching over Xie Lian's rest. — Dark. So dark. He doesn't want it to be dark. It hurts. Why does it hurt? Right. The stake. He's still in the coffin. He must've dreamed of being cared for by that gentle presence and all the red surrounding him. He must've imagined the soft humming as his hair was softly brushed. Tears ran down his face. He should've known escaping required too much luck to attain. He tried to bring his hands to his chest to start clawing at the stake, but his arms were obstructed by something. Maybe the wood had finally collapsed on top of him. He tried to wiggle his feet, but he only got so far as to slightly shift his foot. He started breathing harder. Why can't he move? In the coffin he was able to move even a tiny bit, so why can't he now? He's still in the same place. Wait. Why can he breathe? He took an experimental deep breath. Huh. Maybe he's just dreaming. He can always breathe in his dreams. “Gege?” Well that's not something he normally dreams up. He slightly turned his head towards the noise, but he didn't want to open his eyes. “Gege, can you hear me?” He tried to say yes. All that came out was an unintelligible garble. Which was weird. In all the dreams he's had of escaping, he was always able to talk. It also didn’t hurt when he attempted to speak. “Gege, may this one help you drink some water?” It took a second for him to process all those words, but once he did he tried to move his head in a nod. Water sounds nice. Even if he’s dreaming - albeit a strange dream - he won’t keep himself away from the necessities. He’ll indulge in the pleasure of drinking water and then when he goes back to his coffin, he’ll have a new memory to savor. “This one is going to help you sit up, is that okay?” Xie Lian made a noise of assent, and he heard a rustling before gentle hands helped him sit up. He wanted to open his eyes, but he didn't want to ruin the illusion. It might be rude, but it's not like the person helping him is real. A cup was brought to his lips, and he parted his lips. Cool water trickled into his mouth, and he tried to swallow. Tried being the key word. As soon as he tasted the cool water, he tried to practically inhale the water as if he would never get a taste again. Which is probably true, seeing as he's only dreaming. But the water is strangely real, as if he's not trapped in his own mind. But the consequences of inhaling the water ended up with him almost coughing a lung out. He coughed, and coughed, and coughed; damaging his already broken throat. Oh well. He'll be fine. He's always fine. “Gege!” Xie Lian tried to offer a weak smile towards the person. He could almost imagine their arms flitting about, not knowing what to do. “Don't-!” His voice broke off with a violent cough, even more violent than all the previous ones. Maybe he should just stay quiet. He had wanted to say “don't worry” but he still couldn't speak properly. Eventually he stopped coughing, and the person took that as an opportunity to make him drink more water. He really doesn't want to. He wants to go back to sleep. The person nudged the cup against his lips, but Xie Lian kept them firmly closed. “Gege, you need to drink water.” He dimly noticed how nice this person's voice sounded as he shook his head. He then made a little snoring noise, hoping that the other person would get the memo. “How about this? Gege can sleep after he's had some water.” Xie Lian nodded slowly. He was already about to pass out again. He's certain that if his eyes were open they would be drooping. “Alright, don't try to inhale it this time. Small sips.” Xie Lian doesn't remember the rest, only that he was enveloped in a cold but warm embrace after. — Hua Cheng didn't know if he was overstepping or not, hugging His Highness like this. He seemed like he didn't want to go back to sleep. He was clinging to consciousness even as his eyes slowly drooped shut. It didn't escape his notice that he kept his eyes closed the entire time. He hugged him as a way to offer comfort, and it seemed like it worked. He went out like a light after Hua Cheng started holding him. He only hopes that Xie Lian will wake up soon. He can feed him small amounts of spiritual energy to keep him alive, but actual food would be much better. It hurts his very soul to see His Highness so emaciated and not be able to do anything about it right off the bat. He understands that coming back from starvation is a gradual process, but he wishes there was a way to make it go faster. Hua Cheng shook his head. Even the doctor he summoned knew there was no way to speed up the process. Especially when Xie Lian had been starved for the better part of 100 years. It would take a long time to come back from that. He speaks from experience. Xie Lian turned his head into Hua Cheng's chest, snuggling in with the corner of his lips upturned. Hua Cheng absolutely melted at how fucking adorable he looked. Even tied down to an altar as an unrecognizable lump of organs and mutilated flesh, he would still be cute if it wasn't for the immense suffering he went through. Any pain his beloved went through was his pain as well. He was jolted out of his thoughts when there was a knock on the door. “What?” He snapped. “Chengzhu,” came Yin Yu's voice. “There's an issue at the Gamblers Den for you to resolve.” “...” “Yin Yu.” “Yes Chengzhu?” “What do I pay you for?” “Running the defenses around the city, investigative work, managing records and inventory, interrogating prisoners, running the den-” “If I pay you for running the den, then why aren't you capable of doing it? Can't you tell I'm occupied?” An exasperated sigh came through the door. “Chengzhu, you've been in there for 2 months now.” “And surely you can understand the reason why?” “Yes I can but-” “Then go manage the Gamblers Den! I'm not allowed to leave. I'm busy.” Hua Cheng looked down at the sleeping man in his arms. He smiled softly. “Chengzhu. You're a Ghost King. Who can prevent you from leaving your own house?” Hua Cheng turned his head towards the door. “On the contrary, who can make me leave my house?” Silence. Then- “Fine. But next time there's an issue and the Den collapses again because you were too stubborn to fix it, don't blame me.” Hua Cheng let out a breath when he heard footsteps leading away from the room, probably louder than they should be, but no matter. He started carding his fingers through Xie Lian's hair absentmindedly. He sent some butterflies towards the Gamblers Den, feeling a bit bad for refusing to assist. He doesn't regret it though. Nothing could make him regret spending time with Xie Lian. Xie Lian sighed softly into his chest. That's it. He's certain he's smiling like an absolute dork right now. — He did not expect to fall asleep. How could he, when His Highness was still unwell? He had to watch over him and make sure he was okay. But alas, the soft sounds of Xie Lian's breathing and the warm feeling of him in his arms lulled Hua Cheng to a restful sleep. He looked down at the man in his arms, smiling. One of Xie Lian's hands was lightly grasping his robes, giving the impression of an arm around his waist. One of his butterflies fluttered next to his head, showing him the image of the doctor he had hired showing up to the manor. Right. He forgot that was today. He doesn't want to get up, but he also doesn't want to be seen by others in such a vulnerable state. He sighed, bringing a hand to Xie Lian's to gently ease his grip so he could get changed out of his night robes. He removed his arm from around Xie Lian's shoulders, carefully moving away so as to not disturb his rest. Xie Lian's lips turned down at the disappearance. “Sorry, Your Highness. I have to leave to make sure I'm presentable. I'll come back after.” Of course, he would always come back, but speaking the words out loud was strangely satisfying. If only because Xie Lian's face relaxed upon hearing them. Hua Cheng walked a short distance away to the wardrobe, opening it and grabbing some red robes at random, putting them on before going to search for some of his jewelry. He couldn't find any in the room, so he just decided to make some appear with a brief use of spiritual energy, as well as making some boots appear on his feet. Wait. He could've changed just like that. He wouldn't have had to leave His Highness. He blames the overwhelming love he was feeling for the momentary lapse in brain function. Well, no use agonizing over it now. Even he understands that you can't undo the past, no matter how much he wishes he could. He walked back over to the bed, gently removing Xie Lian's bandages. After, he carefully laid Xie Lian down from where he was propped up on the pillows. This would be a better position to access the wound, as well as being more comfortable for His Highness.
Chengzhu, the doctor is ready to see His Highness.
Send her in.
The door opened a moment later to reveal Lu Yi, the doctor Hua Cheng had hired to assist with Xie Lian's recovery. He would have preferred to do it all by himself, but he wasn't confident enough in his knowledge of death cycles and their consequences, so he decided to hire someone. Lu Yi was a wrath who has spent her life tending to many different cultivators, so she had seen many different types of injuries before; from the normal ones to injuries that would suck your energy and transform you into an animal unable to do anything. She had died from being killed by a resentful deer spirit which influenced her form, and had become a rather popular ghost due to her abilities. She reminded him of Yushi Huang, in a way. “Lu Yi.” He said in lieu of a greeting. She bowed her head. “Chengzhu. May I see the wound?” He nodded. She approached the bed, parting Xie Lian's robes to gain a better view of the injury. It was looking much better than it did a couple months ago when Hua Cheng had found him, but it was still rather nasty. Infection was still gripping Xie Lian's wound in a tight grasp, but it was looking a lot less green, which was a good sign. It means that the infection is starting to ebb away. Lu Yi hummed in approval. “It's looking much better than last time I visited. Have you been applying the salves I gave you according to my instructions?” Hua Cheng nodded. “Dutifully.” “Keep applying them and by the next time I visit, the infection should be almost gone. Has he awoken at all?” “He woke up yesterday for a few minutes. He was able to drink a little water.” Hua Cheng supplied, being polite. This lady was helping his beloved, how could he be anything but polite? “Oh, that's wonderful! He's recovering faster than I thought he would.” Hua Cheng smiled. That's his Xie Lian. “Do you have any other recommendations for his care that I should be aware of?” Lu Yi hummed. “I would recommend stretches to get his muscles moving, and also more exposure to sunlight. Being unexposed to the sun for 100 years is most definitely unhealthy, and will have side effects.” “Does it have to be direct sunlight, or will the light in Ghost City work?” Hua Cheng asked. “I would use direct sunlight. The light in Ghost City is very dim compared to light in the mortal realm.” He mentally reminds himself to talk to Yin Yu about building a small residence in the human realm. “Is that all?” “For now. But I must stress the importance of getting sunlight. In my experience, patients who have been imprisoned without natural sunlight always have drastic side effects. I don't know how severe those effects will be in his case.” Building a house is now one of his top two priorities. “Understood. You may take your leave. Yin Yu will contact you if needed.” Lu Yi bowed before leaving the room. Speaking of Yin Yu…
Yin Yu.
Yes, Chengzhu?
We need to construct a house in the mortal realm. Somewhere with lots of natural sunlight.
Is Ghost City too dark? Yin Yu said jokingly. Would you like me to research possible locations?
Yes.
Will do. Anything else I can do for the esteemed Chengzhu?
Not at the moment.
I will get started then.
Hua Cheng felt Yin Yu leave their communication array, and he left as well. He started imagining what type of house he wanted to build as he looked for a pencil and some paper. He couldn't find any in the room he was currently in, so he decided to send some butterflies to fetch what he needed. He would've asked Yin Yu, but he's already doing something. He cleared a small table, and he sat down, waiting for his butterflies to return. For now, he can imagine what types of things Xie Lian would need, and how he could accommodate those needs in his design. Obviously he would need to include stuff for accessibility needs, like handrails in hallways and assistance in the bathing rooms. Xie Lian wouldn't want his assistance forever, after all. From all the stories he's gathered about his wanderings, he always seemed like someone who valued his independence. He also needs to consider how big he will make this house. It probably shouldn't be too large, but it can't be small either. He would prefer to have a small amount of rooms, and maybe have a small garden in the back as well. He would need a kitchen, probably a couple bedrooms - he wouldn't dare to think he could share a room with His Highness - but they could probably get by with just one bathing chamber.
Oh, and Yin Yu.
Yes?
Make sure that we're somewhat close to a village.
Of course.
If Xie Lian wanted to go out once he was more recovered, then going to a human village would be a better option than Ghost City. Being so close to a village will limit how luxurious he can make the house, but it'll be worth it in the long run, he thinks. His butterflies flitted into the room, bringing with them a pencil and a few sheets of paper. He immediately grabbed the items, and carefully laid a sheet down and started sketching. He had a vague idea of what he wanted, but putting it on paper would help solidify his thoughts. It would mimic the current build trends, but have some aspects of Xianle's architecture mixed in as well. That might help make Xie Lian feel more at home. He would also need to have a deck where Xie Lian could spend some of his time. He plans to have multiple large windows, but being outside is always nice. It didn't take him too long to sketch out what the front would look like, and he was rather proud of the result. There would be a couple steps leading up to the front deck, before the small platform would lead to the left or right, chairs on each side. There would also be railings, placed between support pillars for a small roof. Now that he has that settled, he can start on a floor plan. In hindsight, he probably should've done that first, but whatever. It's not the end of the world. — “Feng Xin.”
“Yes, Your Highness?”
“Don't call me that. I'm no ‘’highness’ anymore.”
“But-”
“You should leave. Find a better future.”
“I could never do that to you. I won't be like that bitch.”
“I guess it's good that you're not doing anything to me. I'm telling you to leave, so do it if you still respect me.”
“I swore an oath-”
“Then you are released from that promise! You don't need to be here! We don't fucking need you! We never have.”
“What about Their Majesties?”
“Did you not hear me use the word ‘we’? Just get out already. I don't want to see your face.”
“You still-”
“JUST GET FUCKING OUT!”
He was breathing hard. He doesn't need Feng Xin anymore. He's so tired, and Feng Xin still has a bright future ahead of him. He can't hold him back anymore than he already is.
Tears leaked down his face, slowly dripping across his cheeks and plopping onto his clothes.
He stood in that house, seething at Feng Xin's audacity to actually leave. He was expecting him to keep his promise.
“A-Lian-”
“I'm going to my room. Don't disturb me.”
“Will you at least eat something?”
“Mother, your cooking is shit. No, I won't eat anything. I'd rather starve.”
He looked at the former Queen dead in the eyes as he spoke, before turning around and striding into his room and slamming the door behind him, rattling the entire shack.
He wouldn't even care if it fell down. There's nothing worth living for anyway.
He took down his hair, placing the white silk on the ground next to where he chose to lay down for the night and laid next to it.
Although faint, it was still stained with blood.
He passed out a second later.
“Mother, have you seen my-”
He awoke screaming, thrashing around under whatever was restraining him. He was pleading in his mind; Take me with you. Don't leave me. Take me with you, I want to follow you. He wanted to claw at his eyes to erase the sight he had witnessed. His beloved parents, hanging from the ceiling with the very silk band he had been looking for. He couldn't move his arms. He was unable to move beyond thrashing from side to side. Tears streamed down his face, and he was hyperventilating. His lungs hurt. Maybe he ended up following in their footsteps, hanging himself with that very silk band. He heard a faint voice next to his ear, sounding distressed. Maybe it was his inner voice, trembling with the fears he no longer felt safe to put out into the world. He felt hungry. He should've eaten that meal his mom made the night before. But no, instead he fucking insulted it and did so right in front of his mama."...ge..."He's such a worthless son. He never should've been born. “-'s okay, don't worry. I'm right here.” He thought he imagined his mom's voice comforting him, though it sounded a bit deeper than he remembered. His mother also shouldn't be able to hug him. Because she's dead. She also wasn't larger than him, and the body on top of him is smothering him. Strangely, he doesn't feel uncomfortable. He just feels at peace. Wait. Since when was he being hugged by someone? He doesn't remember the last time he had a hug. Also, since when did he have his eyes closed? He slowly opened his eyes, but even the dim lighting of the room was too much, and he hissed, feeling a wave of dizziness assault him. He quickly shut his eyes again, hoping that whoever was hugging him didn't notice. “Sorry gege, was this too much?” Xie Lian shook his head as much as he could. He could barely move it because as soon as he did, he was attacked by one of the worst headaches he's ever had in his life. “Is gege willing to drink some water for me? I can also dim the lights if gege wants.” He nodded carefully. Surely free water would come with a price of some sort. Nothing is truly free after all. “Will gege allow me to sit him up? It'll be easier to drink that way.” Xie Lian nodded again. He jolted when he felt gentle hands help him into an inclined position. The room started spinning when he opened his eyes a fraction to see a dim room. He shut them again in hopes that the dizziness would stop, but it just persisted as a feeling that he was spinning around in a hurricane. “Here gege. Water should help with the dizziness. You're severely dehydrated.” Xie Lian felt a small cup being placed against his lips, and a hand carefully cradling the back of his head. He took a small sip of the cool water, and his eyes snapped open. He hadn't realized just how dry his mouth was. “Careful, you don't want to drink too fast. Pace yourself.” He then realized that he had been trying to eat the cup in an attempt to get all the water. He flushed red, and took a few slow sips before stopping entirely. It felt like he had just eaten an entire feast all by himself. “No need to be embarrassed gege. With the situation you just got out of, it's perfectly understandable that you want to drink so badly.” The situation he just got- The coffin. He started breathing harder, his vision blurring more than it already was, and phantom pains filling his chest. Clawing at the stake, gasping for breath, taking at the wood above him, screaming his voice hoarse- “Gege! You're not there anymore, you're out! Believe me, you're safe with me. I won't let something like that happen to you ever again!” Xie Lian opened his eyes from where he had squeezed them shut, taking a shaky breath and deciding to turn his gaze towards his rescuer. He couldn't see much because of the darkness filling the room, but there was moonlight filtering through the window on the farside of the room, so some of his features were illuminated. He could tell the man who rescued him was wearing lots of red, and had his inky black hair up in a ponytail. Like Wu Min- Nope. Avoid those thoughts. La la la laaaa-! “Gege, are you alright?” Xie Lian nodded, still trying to distract himself from his thoughts. He was getting tired, so it was much easier then it would've been had he been fully awake. “Would gege be okay trying to eat something for me?” The thought of food made him want to gag, but his brain felt the need to satisfy whatever this mysterious man wanted, so he nodded again. It was worth it for the happy tone he spoke in next. “Great! It's just some plain congee, nothing too flavourful. I'll go fetch it, okay?” Xie Lian's eyes widened in fear. He doesn't want him to leave, but everyone leaves, but does he have to leave, he wants him to stay- A cold hand landed softly on his cheek, wiping away the tears that had appeared. His face really was handsome. “Gege, don't worry, I won't leave if you don't want me to. I can have someone bring it inside.” He nodded frantically. He's being such a burden, isn't he? At Xie Lian's approval, a knock sounded at the door before someone entered. “Chengzhu, the congee.” “Thank you Yin Yu.” Xie Lian looked towards who entered, finding a man in dark robes had entered the room, carrying a bowl of nice smelling congee. A white mask covered his features. Xie Lian's breath hitched. He shoved those thoughts out of his mind. The red man came over, holding the bowl as he sat down next to Xie Lian. “Is gege ready?” Xie Lian nodded. He scooped some of the congee up and held it up to Xie Lian's lips. He parted them and the spoon slid in, feeling cold again at his warm mouth. It was… a lot. He swallowed, and immediately regretted it because of how he wanted to gag at the feeling of his stomach not being empty. He forced down the reflex, not wanting to worry the other man. He accepted another spoonful and swallowed, the congee stinging his throat painfully on the way down. The man tried to offer him more, but be he shook his head stubbornly. “Does gege not want any more?” Xie Lian shook his head. “Alright. Would you like to rest now?” Xie Lian nodded. “Alright. Is the bed to your liking?” Xie Lian nodded as vigorously as he could. The man in red laughed. It was a pretty sound. “I'm glad.” The man then assisted Xie Lian in laying back down, and he settled into the blankets, slipping into sleep almost instantly.
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He awoke with a throbbing headache, and he didn't know why. He squeezed his eyes shut as tightly as he could, and he shrunk into the blanket. He wanted to hide away from what he had dreamed about; murdering the Yong'an king in cold blood right as his beloved son walked into the crimson colored banquet. He could still remember the wet squish of the blade piercing the king's flesh, splattering Fangxin's robes with warm blood. His head throbbed again as he remembered what the king had ordered before he was killed. “Cut off An Le’s head! Bury him with me. I want all of Xianle buried with me!” He shuddered upon remembering those words, wishing he could just disappear into the luxurious blankets and never exist again. But that would be unfair to Rouye. Rouye came alive because of its desire for Xie Lian to live. It prevented him from dying over and over as he hung from the very silk that bound him to that cursed altar. The altar, with the street performer, the poor child, Bai Wuxiang, the little ghost fire- He opened his eyes to convince his brain that he wasn't there. He's not there. He's… safe? Is that the right word? He's never truly safe. His bad luck makes sure of that. Nothing good ever happens to him. It's what he deserves. He looked around the dim room, his gaze fixating on the numerous glowing butterflies. His eyes widened. They were ethereal. He's never seen something even close to how gorgeous these tiny creatures were. A soft silver glow illuminated a small distance around it, as little specks of energy dripped off of them in the form of beautiful glitter. The one he was looking at must've noticed his intense stare because it fluttered toward him, settling on the tip of his nose. Xie Lian smiled at it, going slightly cross eyed in order to keep his attention on it. It preened at the attention, flapping its wings as if showing off. Adorable, he mouthed. It smugly flew away, flying away to some of its other friends and almost seeming to brag. He looked around once more, noticing that no one else was in the room. It was perfectly silent save for his own breathing. It felt almost… lonely. He hasn't been able to feel loneliness for centuries so he's not really sure, but it just feels so empty. He tried rotating his body so he could lay on his side, but a sharp twinge of pain immediately stopped him. He had been ignoring the constant pain in his chest for a while now, but shifting seemed to be too much. He scrunched up his face, breathing through the pain as it faded to a more manageable level. Although, it seemed the attemping to move had aggravated his headache, because it hurt much more than it did before. Maybe the blankets were just too heavy, and he spent too much energy trying to move. Yeah. That's probably it. A knock sounded on the door, before being followed with a voice. “Gege, this one is going to be entering. The butterflies told me you were awake, and this lowly one wants to keep you company. I've also brought some tea, if you want.” Xie Lian turned his head towards the left facing the door. It then pushed open, bringing with it a flood of bright light. He hissed quietly - a small action that felt like sandpaper grating against the vulnerable flesh in his throat - and squinted his eyes shut as tight as he could. The light disappeared as fast as it arrived, but it left splotches of color dancing behind his eyelids until he decided to open his eyes again. Then they moved to the darkness around him. The man that had entered was the same one he remembered from the previous time he was awake, with the ponytail and the maple red clothing. He must've heard Xie Lian hiss of pain, because immediately after closing the door his expression was scrunched up in guilt. “I'm sorry gege, I should've warned you to close your eyes. Forgive this lowly one for his impudence.” Xie Lian's eyes snapped open, and he shook his head back and forth rapidly. He tried to speak but as soon as he tried, he broke off with gag, his throat constricting tightly. He coughed violently, bringing tears to his eyes from the pain it brought to his broken throat. With each cough, his head felt like it was being pounded flat with a hammer, and then being run over by a heavy cart. The man in red rushed over to his side, helping him sit up against him and rubbing his side with spiritual energy. The energy slid off of him however, like oil to water. Damn this cursed shackle. The man in red seemed to be confused, his touch stopping for a second before he tried to imbue him with even more energy. This method worked, but Xie Lian only got a small trickle of spiritual energy entering his meridians. But, this small trickle was able to soothe his throat just enough for him to stop coughing and slightly alleviate his headache. All of Xie Lian's muscles released at once, and he sank back into the man's arms, closing his eyes. He really doesn't enjoy almost coughing a lung out. The man laughed softly next to his ear, moving his legs to make it more comfortable for Xie Lian to be in-between his thighs. His other hand came to rest around his waist. “Gege, you don't have to speak around me if it hurts. We can find another way to communicate.” Xie Lian nodded once, exhausted. “Is gege well enough to try and drink some tea for me? It should help with your throat.” Xie Lian opened his eyes, nodding again. The man reached over towards the bedside cabinet, grabbing a cup of tea before bringing it up to Xie Lian's lips. The man brought his head over the rest above the smaller man's shoulders before speaking. “Ready, gege?” Xie Lian smiled weakly as a response, too afraid to nod in case he might bump the tea. The cup was brought to his lips, slightly warm, but not scalding. He parted his lips, and took a tiny sip of the warm liquid. It felt soothing on his scratchy throat, relaxing the muscles that were still tight with anticipation. He sighed through his nose in satisfaction, causing ripples on the tea's surface. He couldn't really taste or smell it, but it was warm, so it's okay. His senses must've died when he was in the coffin. Wait. When did he accept that he was actually out? For all he knows, it could just be a dream. But no one could possibly dream up a being that could be as perfect as the one currently hugging him. Hmm. “Does gege like it? His face seems pleased.” Xie Lian smiled, distracting himself from his thoughts with the man's voice. He nodded. “Oh good.” His voice sounded pleased. “If anything isn't to gege's taste, he can tell me and I'll fix it for him.” Xie Lian's brows furrowed. Now that's just too spoiled. He really doesn't mind it. He can't taste it anyways. The man must've thought Xie Lian was offended, because he laughed somewhat condescendingly. “My apologies gege, I shouldn't have said that when we can't communicate yet.” Xie Lian shook his head, smiling as if he was saying ‘it's okay, don't worry.’ The man seemed to get his meaning because he smiled. “Thank you gege. Do you want to hear some of my ideas for talking with each other?” Xie Lian nodded eagerly. He wants to be able to speak with his generous rescuer. “First, there's a language that people who can't speak using their hands. But in order for us to use that, gege will have to be more healed.” The man leaned back on the pillows, taking Xie Lian with him, slightly adjusting his position so that he would lay on his chest. “The only other idea I have while waiting for you to recover enough to use sign language is stuff like nodding or blinking for yes and no, as well as facial expressions.” His arms tightened around him, and his voice took on a pained tone. “But under no circumstances will gege try to force himself to speak. He needs to go at his own pace if he wants to heal.” Xie Lian nodded slowly. This position was really comfortable; he was almost falling asleep. “Is gege sure he understands?” Xie Lian huffed as loudly as he could without triggering another coughing fit. He nodded, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. The grip on his sides loosened and the man chuckled. “That's good.” Xie Lian sighed into his chest, letting his eyes droop shut. “Is gege tired?” Xie Lian gave a small nod, faking a quiet snore. “Gege can sleep, if he wants to. He needs his rest.” Xie Lian shook his head, opening his eyes. “Gege, you must be tired. You've been through a lot. Don't force yourself to stay awake if you need sleep.” Caught! He bit his lip, and looked around sheepishly. His head was still throbbing, but he didn't want to go to sleep just yet.
He was scared of what his brain would show him if he went to sleep.
The man must've noticed something off in his behavior, because his grip tightened. “If gege wants to stay up though, I could keep him company?” Xie Lian smiled, nodding. “Hmm, let's see. Would gege like to hear a story?” Xie Lian nodded. That actually sounded pretty nice. “In some ancient time, there was a small boy. That boy was abused by his family, never able to feel safe where he should've been the safest.” Xie Lian frowned. That's terrible, he wanted to say. “The boy decided to run away from home, but he had nowhere else to go. He was a scraggly thing, very ugly. He had dirty bandages covering the right side of his face, hiding his injuries, but it wasn't enough to prevent the other kids from bullying him and calling him ugly.” Xie Lian felt terrible for this little boy. He's never heard this story before - it must be a new one - so he doesn't have the comfort of knowing how it ends. “The boy grew up, until he reached the age of ten. He tried to kill himself by ruining a spectacular event that was happening that day, but someone saved him.” Xie Lian didn't realize he had tensed up until he relaxed upon hearing the boy was saved. Thank goodness. A little boy, trying to commit suicide? That was something that should never happen. No matter how cruel the world could be, children should always be exempt from it all. “After that day, he never saw his savior again, but every time he considered ending it all, he thought of the one who saved him and thought ‘but he wouldn't want me to die.’ so he carried on with his life.” Xie Lian's breathing deepened as he listened to the man's voice tell the story. He felt bad for falling asleep during such a tragic story, but he really can't help it now. His eyes were too droopy. “He would walk around the capital, hiding from the other children and stealing from merchants to get food.” Xie Lian's eyes finally slipped shut, and the man's voice faded away as he slipped into unconsciousness. — “...stealing from merchants to get food.” Hua Cheng looked down at Xie Lian, his eyes shut, and his breathing deep and steady with sleep. He smiled at the sight. He didn't finish telling the story, but he has to admit that he was being a bit selfish with that story. It's one that no one else really knows, seeing as it's his own life experience. Some people might've had an idea about what it was like and saw some of the consequences, but no one really knew all of his story. He just wanted to see if His Highness would recognize the tale. He was glad he didn't, obviously, but he just wanted to see if he was remembered. It was also a good way to get Xie Lian to sleep. His butterflies had reported that Xie Lian had awoken from a nightmare, and it seemed like he was reluctant to go back to sleep because he would just see another one. One day that fear will be gone. He swears it. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a diamond ring that was strung onto a delicate chain. He carefully brushed away his long hair as he clasped it around his neck. He admired the sight of the ring around his neck, smiling. Truly, if the hiding place of his ashes gets destroyed, he will have no reason to exist on this earth anymore.
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“So you've been having trouble speaking?” Lu Yi asked. Xie Lian nodded. “It's most likely because of the damage to your throat. It will take some time to heal, but if we start now then it'll be healed in no time.” She then turned to the man in red. “Chengzhu, you have ample spiritual energy, correct?” He nodded. Chengzhu? “If you would be willing, you can give him daily infusions of spiritual energy, and that should speed up the healing process of his throat and the rest of his injuries.” “I can do that.” The man said, eyes drifting toward Xie Lian's lips before quickly darting away. “Another thing, Chengzhu. With how slow it's taken for the infection to begin ebbing away, there is a large chance of a scar remaining for the rest of his life. Never mind the fact that he was stuck there for 100 years.” The man's face fell. Xie Lian couldn't understand why. It's just a scar, what's the big deal? It's not like he'd die because of it. The man must've noticed the furrow in his brow, because he immediately smiled towards him. “Don't worry gege.” <It's fine.> he mouthed, hoping that the man would understand him. Lip reading isn't easy. He couldn't see the man's response because Lu Yi turned back towards him, already speaking. “Chengzhu has informed me that he's been building a residence for you to reside in during your recovery. I won't see you until after you've moved in, so I'm saying this now.” A place just for him to recover in? That's too much! “Make sure you spend as much time as possible out in the sun, within common sense. Getting a sunburn in your state would not be comfortable.” Xie Lian nodded. “Other than that, everything is going just fine. I would recommend drinking more water and eating some simple foods. The goal is to be unable to see through your skin and to build up more fat on your body.” See through his skin? What? “Now, for the infection, it's finally started to speed up in leaving your body. Chengzhu has been very diligent in your care during these last couple months.” The man smiled proudly behind the doctor. “I think that by the next time we meet, the infection will be fully eradicated. Speaking of which…” Lu Yu turned towards the man. “How will I be getting to your new residence? Should I come to the manor and wait or will we do something else?” “I will have Yin Yu fetch you when it's time for the next visit.” The man said, waving his hand as he came to sit down next to Xie Lian. “We'll see you next time.” She bowed respectfully and left the room, greeting Yin Yu as he began leading her down the hall. “Gege, are you okay?” Xie Lian was jolted from his thoughts when he spoke. He had zoned out after Lu Yi mentioned that his skin was able to be seen through. He smiled and nodded, internally cringing at how ugly he must look. The man's gaze lingered on his suspiciously before he seemed to ignore it in favor of helping Xie Lian lay down from where he was sitting. “Does gege want to try doing some stretches? It'll help with your muscles.” Xie Lian nodded. He doesn't want to be stuck in bed. He's only been awake a few times but he already hates how trapped he feels. It's like a sense of doom intensifying and multiplying in his heart. He wants to be able to move around, shift on the bed to find a comfy position. He hates being stuck with laying on his back. It makes him feel like he's back in the coffin. The man moved from beside him, reaching over to pull back the blanket. The fresh air felt heavenly against his arms. He was getting a little bit warm. The man gently grabbed his hand with his own, fingers encompassing Xie Lian's hand. He started pushing his fingers back, stretching out the muscles. It didn't feel… great per se, but it was easily ignored. After a minute or so of this, the man moved onto the next finger. He did the same thing as before, gently folding his finger back and forth until he moved onto the next. It was painful, but he knew it was necessary so he bit back any indicator of pain. He knew that his rescuer would be worried and stop, but Xie Lian knew that if he didn't go through at least some pain during this process, then nothing would get done and he might as well just die. Eventually the man moved onto his other hand, then his wrists, and finally his arms. He was exhausted by the end of it. He could feel the soreness creeping its way into his arms, making his muscles lock up. At least the pain is a good distraction from his calamitous thoughts. He sighed quietly through his nose as he relaxed into the bed, the man in red gently covering him back up with the blankets. “Sorry if it's uncomfortable gege. I figured that it was a top priority to be able to communicate better. I want to know if you're ever uncomfortable.” Xie Lian smiled tiredly. The man backed up, moving to get off of the bed. “I'll let gege rest now. You can signal to one of the butterflies if you need something.” Xie Lian nodded. He wanted to protest his departure, but he doesn't want to interrupt any work he may have to do. Since he's a chengzhu, surely the man has lots of work to do. He closed his eyes and listened to the soft clicks of the man's heels exiting the room, closing the door behind him. Now that he's alone, he feels incredibly bored. He wants to do something. Something about the man just made everything more interesting. He's never bored when he's around. Xie Lian's gaze wandered around the room, catching on the large window. It was dark out, but the sky was very colorful. Vibrant shades of blue and purple swirled together amongst the clouds, highlighting the many stars blinking in the sky. In all his years of traveling, he's never seen such a beautiful sight. He's heard rumors of a sky strangely enchanting for the area surrounding it, but he was never lucky enough to witness it in person. The area surrounding it… wasn't it called Ghost City? — Hua Cheng clutched at his head with both hands, tugging the strands painfully. He was leaned over his desk, inky strands curtaining off his face. It was nothing compared to what he had just done to his god. Even though it was necessary, he absolutely despised himself for it. Who was he to inflict more pain when Xie Lian had already gone through enough? He could see how he had been hiding his pain, and every time he glanced up to see it his heart cracked a little more. He shouldn't ever have to hide his pain. “Chengzhu, don't worry.” Hua Cheng shut his eyes - he was still in the form of the youth with a ponytail, though he had taken his hair down - and blew out a breath. He looked up to see Yin Yu standing at the door, holding a pile of documents that he needed him to go through. “I'm sure it wasn't your fault.” “Everything is my fault. I caused him pain by not finding him soon enough, and now after reaching him I just cause more suffering.” Yin Yu shook his head. He stepped forward, dropping the documents onto the desk and taking a seat next to Hua Cheng. “Look at what you have done though. You gave him food, shelter, warm clothing, and now you're even building a house just for him to recover in. How could any of that be suffering?” Hua Cheng huffed quietly. “You're using too much sense. Go find something to do.” “I was actually here to talk about the house. Construction has started, and should be done in the next couple of days. What do you want done when it's complete?” “We need to get His Highness settled as soon as possible. I won't have him in a place that could be detrimental to his recovery any longer than necessary.” Yin Yu nodded. “Should I organize for servants and cooks to be present?” Hua Cheng shook his head. “I will be the one to serve His Highness. It's the least I can do.” Yin Yu didn't ask, choosing to instead get up and leave the room, presumably to go do something useful. Hua Cheng sighed, unlatching his fingers from his scalp; quickly using some spiritual energy to clean the blood from his fingers before grabbing a calligraphy brush and getting started on the first document. He zoned out for most of it, skimming what was written on the page before scribbling in his atrocious calligraphy before moving onto the next one. He found himself thinking about Xie Lian - surprise surprise - and how he would be transferring energy. The most effective method would obviously be mouth to mouth, but he wouldn't dare do something so disrespectful to His Highness. He supposes that he could just hold his hand for a few seconds while he completed the transfer, but he wants more. He has some semblance of self control thankfully, so he will strangle those desires until he has explicit permission to act on them.
Loan shark.
Hua Cheng rolled his eyes, bringing a couple fingers to his temple and tapping into the array with Black Water. What could the esteemed Fish Face need in order for him to use my password? He Xuan sighed through the array. I wanted to know how it's going. Hua Cheng was stunned. Out of all the people in the world, why would He Xuan care? Why do you want to know?
I'm wondering if I can get my debt reduced as payment for my information paying off. I want to know if it's been paying off.
You've already gotten a decrease in your interest rate as payment.
So? It's not like He Xuan was going to admit he cared for Hua Cheng. Absolutely not. He would rather abandon his revenge plan.
No, Fishface, you're not getting a reduction. You've already gotten one.
… And everything is going okay. — Xie Lian is sore. Very sore. It's really stupid in all honesty. All he did was do some stretches with the man's help. But it feels like he was run over by a heavy ox cart. Every twitch of his fingers brings with it pain, and he hates it. He shouldn't be this sore just from a few simple stretches. He used to be a martial god, for heaven's sake! He's done so much more than twitching his fingers in order to be sore. He closes his eyes in frustration. He needs something to distract himself with, but he has no idea what. He can't move, he can't talk, he can barely even make tiny sounds with his throat. What is he supposed to do? He has nothing to entertain himself with. Something rippled around his wrist, slithering under the covers before popping out by Xie Lian's head and floating in front of his face. Tears immediately sprung to his eyes. Rouye. He smiled wide, salty droplets creating a pathway down his temples. The silk ribbon brushed the tears away before doing some loops in the air. Xie Lian huffed fondly at its antics, feeling like his smile would never fade away. Some silver butterflies drifted over, swirling around the ribbon, investigating it. They seemed satisfied with whatever they found, and they backed off. Tried to back off, at least. Rouye chased after them, attempting to wrap itself around them in a circle to keep them inside. It was a strange sight to anyone who didn't have any context. A sentient silk ribbon trapping magic silver butterflies. Truly absurd, but absolutely hilarious. Xie Lian caught sight of the window behind them, and the thoughts from the last time he was awake came back to him. You can only see that sky when you're in Ghost City. Granted, right now it's not all purple and blue - instead it's full of faded orange that blends into a vibrant red - but his point still stands. Combine that with the fact that Lu Yi had called the man in red ‘Chengzhu’ he's probably in the city lords house. Which doesn't entirely make sense. Why would the lord of Ghost City save him of all people? How did he even know he was in there? An idea popped into his head. He vaguely remembers praying to Crimson Rain during one of the stints he was awake… but surely he wouldn't have come to save him. He didn't have an offering so why would he help him? Gods only help people when they have a good enough offering. And only gods can receive prayers. Although, now that he thinks about it, the girl in the palace had mentioned that Crimson Rain would help whoever truly needed it, so maybe it is possible to pray to ghosts. Because why else would he be in Ghost City after saying that prayer? Maybe Crimson Rain is the ruler of Ghost City, and he did listen to his prayer. Is it possible that Crimson Rain is a god who rules over ghosts instead of residing in heaven? He shook his head. Too much thinking too soon. Rouye floated over curiously, followed by the butterflies. Xie Lian offered them a smile, assuring them that he was okay. A bit warm, yes, but it's nothing he can't handle. It's much better than being freezing cold in 3 coffin layers, so he's not allowed to complain. Someone knocked on the door, catching Rouye's attention. It sped over, sliding under the door, and Xie Lian heard a crash and then a muttered curse. He winced. “Gege, I'm coming in now. Be careful of your eyes.” Xie Lian took the hint, closing his eyes and then he heard the sound of a door opening and closing. He opened his eyes, tracing the figure of the man in red who was holding a small tray with nothing on it. He must've noticed the curious look on Xie Lian's face because he immediately apologized. “Sorry gege. Your ribbon was very enthusiastic. I'm having someone else bring replacements.” He nodded in understanding, gesturing with his eyes to come sit next to him. The man obediently sat next to him, carefully moving some pillows aside so Xie Lian could rest his head on the man's lap. Xie Lian determinedly kept eye contact, hoping to catch his attention. The man met his gaze. “Gege, is there something wrong?” Xie Lian shook his head. The man tilted his head to the side before asking, “then what is it?” Xie Lian mouthed <who>, hoping he would understand. The man ah'ed. “Gege can refer to me as San Lang. But my true name is Hua Cheng.” Xie Lian traced the shape of San Lang with his lips, before mouthing another question. <Where?> “We're in my abode gege. I call it Paradise Manor.” Xie Lian nodded in understanding. He's never heard of Paradise Manor, but he's never really heard of Crimson Rain before either. <Chengzhu?> He mouthed next. Hopefully Hua Cheng would understand his question. Hua Cheng froze, before nodding. “I am a Chengzhu. Does gege want to know what I'm the Chengzhu of?” Xie Lian nodded. “I'm the ruler of Ghost City-” so he was right! “-which is where many ghosts choose to reside and live their afterlife.” Xie Lian smiled. He's always thought such a place should exist, and to have confirmation of it being real makes him happy. <Ghost?> He asked next. Hua Cheng hesitantly nodded. “Does it bother gege?” Xie Lian shook his head immediately. <Not at all!> He mouthed, appalled. Why would it bother him? “...is gege sure?” Xie Lian nodded. Hua Cheng breathed out a sigh. He was afraid that His Highness wouldn't want him around anymore if he was a ghost.
Chengzhu, I have the tea and soup.
“Gege, can you close your eyes for a second? Yin Yu is going to come in.” Xie Lian nodded, and closed his eyes.
You may now enter.
Yin Yu stepped into the room, followed by Rouye who was wrapped around his head covering a majority of the white mask. Xie Lian was grateful for that. Yin Yu was carrying a bowl of soup and a cup of tea on a new tray as he approached the bed, placing the tray on the bedside table. “Thank you Yin Yu. You are dismissed.” Yin Yu silently bowed, before taking Rouye off of his head and leaving. The silk band flew over to Hua Cheng, investigating him. It froze in shock, before frantically swirling around his head. Its enthusiasm created a gentle breeze, causing Hua Cheng's ponytail to lightly sway. <Rouye,> Xie Lian firmly mouthed. The silk band stopped its movements, before deciding to swirl above Xie Lian's face instead. It was obviously trying to tell him something, but unfortunately since the band can't speak, Xie Lian couldn't figure it out.
<Rouye, stop it.>
The silk band drooped in defeat, deciding to slowly slink over to settle on Hua Cheng's head. Xie Lian gave him an apologetic look. “It's fine gege. It's cute.” Hua Cheng said. “Would my esteemed guest like to eat something?” Xie Lian smiled and nodded. Hua Cheng reached down, helping Xie Lian sit up. Xie Lian didn't notice that he was sitting on the other man's lap. Hua Cheng reached over to grab the tray, placing it next to them. He could see steam wafting off of the soup, and he was sure that it smelled delicious; he just couldn't smell it. Hua Cheng gathered some soup on the spoon and carefully brought it to Xie Lian's lips. He brought his head forward, parting his lips to encompass the spoon. He couldn't really taste it, but it probably tastes as luxurious as the room he's residing in. He was only able to finish a fourth of the soup, but even that much seemed to make Hua Cheng rejoice. “Good job gege! Are you able to drink some tea?” Xie Lian nodded, gratefully accepting the warm tea. It felt very nice on his throat. <Thank you, San Lang.> “Anytime, gege.” By the time he was finished with the tea, a few hours had undoubtedly passed. The light outside the window looked very different compared to hours before. Xie Lian sighed. He felt like his stomach would burst from how full it was. He was surely going to regret it later, but for now it was just an uncomfortable food baby. He turned towards Hua Cheng, making eye contact. <San Lang?> “Mm?”
<House?>
Hua Cheng smiled. “Is gege asking about how the construction is going?” Xie Lian nodded. “It's almost finished. We just need to make sure everything is safe and then we can move in.” <Good,> he smiled. It faltered a bit when he remembered why exactly he required a brand new house. He needed sunlight, because his skin was apparently transparent. That is… “Gege, are you alright?” Xie Lian quickly fixed a smile on his face, glad that he hadn't lost the use of the muscles in his face. He nodded, but Hua Cheng wasn't having it. “Did you eat too much? I'm sorry, I should've seen that it was too much. Forgive this lowly one.” Xie Lian shook his head frantically. <It's not your fault San Lang. I just got a bit too warm.> He was actually too cold. “...are you sure?” Xie Lian nodded. “Would you like me to move back the covers?” Xie Lian nodded. He's going all in now. Oh well. He can survive being cold for a while. At worst, he might just be a bit more tired or something. Hua Cheng leaned over him slightly, grabbing the blankets and moving the back, but still making sure they covered his feet. He held back a shiver, instead deciding to smile at Hua Cheng in thanks. They sat in silence for a little bit, enjoying each other's company before Hua Cheng spoke up. “Gege, earlier Lu Yi said that I should give you daily doses of spiritual energy. Is there a specific way you'd want to do that?” Xie Lian thought for a moment. <Hands?> Hua Cheng nodded. “Would it be okay if I gave gege the energy now?” He nodded, and Hua Cheng carefully took his hand. A rush of hot energy flooded into his body, and while there was some loss due to his cursed shackles, there was absolutely no way he needed this much energy. Xie Lian, however, was powerless to pull away, so he sat there for an agonizing few minutes until Hua Cheng stopped and pulled his hand away. He froze, his eyes scanning his figure urgently. “Gege?” Xie Lian shook himself out of his daze and smiled. “Gege, did I give you too much? I'm sorry, I'll do less next time, I'll leave if-” Xie Lian's heart felt like it stopped. He used a small burst of energy to flick Hua Cheng in the forehead. <Stay.> He pleaded. ‘Stay stay stay, please stay, don't leave me. I don't want to be alone anymore' is what he didn't say. Or rather, couldn't. Hua Cheng's eyes widened. He nodded as if on instinct. “I'll stay for gege.” Xie Lian relaxed, his twitchy fingers no longer trembling uncontrollably. They were, however, still slightly tense. He was afraid it would be like Feng Xin all over again, an oath to never leave, but still abandoned when given the right motivation. The other man must've noticed his tension, because after a moment of hesitation, he laid his hand on his. “Gege, can I show you something?” Xie Lian nodded, and Hua Cheng lifted his other hand towards Xie Lian's chest, grabbing hold of a delicate silver chain. How had he not noticed it there before? Hua Cheng unclasped it from his neck, and pulled it away, revealing the crystal find hanging on the chain. “Does gege know what this is?” Xie Lian studied it for a moment, then shook his head. “There’s a process that a ghost can do when dealing with their remains. Most choose to burn their body down to ashes and keep it on their person or give it to someone they trust.” Xie Lian nodded. He has a feeling of where this is going. “A ghost's ashes is what keeps them tied to this world, in addition to their ambition. If the ashes are destroyed, the ghost is destroyed too.” Hua Cheng looked down at the ring, before reclasping it around Xie Lian's neck. He then placed his hands on Xie Lian's. “I trust gege, so I gave him my ashes.” Xie Lian gaped at him. Why would he give them to him, of all people? He wouldn't be able to protect them at all! He's a bedridden, transparent lump of organs and bones who can barely even twitch his finger. Hua Cheng avoided his gaze, keeping his eyes locked on their hands. Xie Lian twitched his finger to get the man's attention. Two pitch black eyes looked up at him. <Thank you.>
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Xie Lian flushed red. He isn't used to being carried like this! It doesn't help that he can't use his hands to cover up his embarrassment. And he doesn't even know why he's embarrassed! He's just being carried because he can't… move on his own. That thought was enough to cool the heat on his face. “Gege, will you close your eyes for me? It's going to be bright when we get there.” Xie Lian nodded, closing his eyes as Hua Cheng pulled some dice out of his pocket. There was a soft clattering sound, and Xie Lian felt his surroundings change. “Would gege like to take a look around?” Xie Lian nodded, opening his eyes. His jaw dropped. It was beautiful. The interior clearly had Xianle influence in the design, and it filled him with something he didn't know how to name. It was complicated, making him want to cry with sadness and nostalgia. It made him wonder how Hua Cheng knew of Xianle's architecture to be able to replicate it so accurately. All the windows were covered by red curtains, making the light manageable on his eyes, and also giving the room a certain sense of comfort. Maybe it was because whenever he awoke from a nightmare, he would ground himself using the red and the shining butterflies surrounding him. <Pretty,> he said for lack of a better word. Too pretty. He doesn't deserve it. Hua Cheng laughed, slightly rocking the man in his arms. “I'm glad that gege likes it.” Hua Cheng started walking forward, showing Xie Lian throughout all the rooms. There was a kitchen, a sunroom, a library, and a few other things he couldn't recall the name of. They were all breathtakingly beautiful. In the hallways, he also noticed polished wooden handrails embedded into the wall. Strangely, he didn't see any servants. He knew there had been some back in Paradise Manor. Hua Cheng carried him into a moderate sized room - which was beside the final unexplored room - and walked over to the bed. “This is gege's room. Is it to your satisfaction?” Xie Lian glanced around. It was more than satisfactory. It reminded him of his days as a prince. Everything was luxurious, and much, much more than he deserves. He nodded minutely. He didn't know how to say that he didn't deserve all of this. He doesn't deserve niceties. He doesn't deserve Hua Cheng. He should've stayed in that coffin. It's what he deserves. Hua Cheng's gaze caught on Xie Lian's expression, and concern flashed through his eyes. He gingerly sat down on the bed, cradling Xie Lian on his lap. “Gege?” Xie Lian looked up at him, offering a fake smile. <I'm fine.> He mouthed. He turned his gaze to his lap, where his fingers were nervously twitching. “Gege.” Xie Lian dipped his head in an effort to hide his expression. “Gege, look at me please.” Xie Lian shook his head. He heard Hua Cheng sigh. “Gege, you don't have to tell me everything, but know that I want to help. Nothing gege could say would scare me off.” Xie Lian inwardly laughed. There's no way that he's being sincere. If Hua Cheng knew what he's done, he would be sent running. He shook his head. “I'm being perfectly honest. I'm always sincere with you.” Xie Lian finally lost the war he was having with his eyes to hold his tears back. Hua Cheng drew him towards his chest, carefully holding the back of his head as he held him tightly. Hua Cheng's red robes absorbed his tears as he buried his face into the man's chest. His breathing was going haywire, wracking him with coughs as he sobbed. Hua Cheng gently rubbed circles into his back, a comforting motion that reminded Xie Lian of his mother. When he was a kid and having a bad day, he would go to his mom and get cuddles, and she'd rock him back and forth while rubbing circles into his back. He cried harder. He's never felt this cared for. The robes Hua Cheng was wearing were certainly drenched in his salty tears, and he wanted to stop crying just so that the other man wouldn't be uncomfortable, but he was unable to stop. It was like all his pent up emotions had finally broken through the dam and were flooding out. Hua Cheng started humming and rocked back and forth, never stopping the circles. He doesn't deserve this wonderful man. He never will. He's too perfect. Too perfect to exist. He doesn't know how long he stayed there in Hua Cheng's embrace, but eventually he lifted his head and smiled, although shakily. <Thank you.> Hua Cheng smiled back. “Anytime gege. Would you like some water?” Xie Lian nodded, and a few silver butterflies came over, carrying a glass of water. Hua Cheng took it from them and held it up to Xie Lian's lips. Hopefully the water will help with his headache from all the crying. He slowly sipped the water - he was finally able to rein in his extreme thirst - and melted slightly at the refreshing taste. He could feel the salty tears on his tongue, so clean water was extremely welcome. After about a dozen small sips, he had to pull away. His stomach couldn't handle anymore. Hua Cheng moved the cup, then beamed when he felt how light it was compared to before. “I'm proud of you gege. That was good.” Xie Lian huffed proudly, a smile teasing his lips and cracking the tear tracks on his cheeks. Hua Cheng chuckled. “Does gege want to keep looking around, and then we can do some stretches and eat?” Xie Lian nodded. Hua Cheng readjusted him on his lap, and stood up with Xie Lian securely in his arms. He showed him around his bedroom, showing him everything. They spent some time going through the bookshelf - Hua Cheng took the chance to give Xie Lian a nice big hug while reading - and after Xie Lian decided that he wanted to get cleaned up. He felt gross. <San Lang.> “Yes gege?”
<Gross.>
Hua Cheng placed the book they had been reading back on the shelf, and stood up. “Shall we get you cleaned up then?” Xie Lian nodded gratefully. Hua Cheng carried him towards the washroom - which Xie Lian had yet to see - and stepped inside. Like everything else in the house, it was luxurious; at least in his standards. In his opinion, anything is better than three layers of an unescapable box. Hua Cheng set him down on a comfortable stool, before kneeling down in front of him. “Gege, is it okay if I undress you?” Xie Lian nodded. How else is he going to get clean? It's not exactly easy to bathe with clothes on. Hua Cheng carefully undid the ties on Xie Lian's robes, and slipped them off his shoulders. Xie Lian resolutely kept his gaze up. He didn't want to see the state his body was in. “May I take your pants off? Or is that too much?” Xie Lian shook his head. <Fine.> Hua Cheng nodded. Xie Lian felt a pair of arms carefully lift him from behind, and he tensed. “Sorry gege. That's one of my clones.” the man explained, sliding Xie Lian's pants off. He kept his eyes respectfully on Xie Lian's face. He took Xie Lian from the clone's arms, and walked into the medium sized pool. The water was lukewarm, and felt heavenly against his emaciated body. It feels like he's always cold, and he hates it. Absolutely despises it. But he can't voice his discomfort. Firstly, he literally can't speak, and secondly he's already being such a burden. He zoned out for the rest of the bath. — Hua Cheng sighed. His Highness was out of it during the bath. He didn't respond to anything he asked. It made him worried. Was it just a remnant of his breakdown, or was it something else? Was he uncomfortable? Did he not want to be touched like that? Was he just being too polite and not wanting to voice if he was uncomfortable? He shook his head. He'll just have to be more diligent in his care so they can communicate faster. — Feeling things… was not his forte. The Mu Qing that everyone knows doesn't show his emotions. He hides them behind anger and sarcasm. Which is why he's in his current situation. He's fighting with Feng Xin - again - and they just accidentally destroyed a tomb. “See!” Feng Xin exclaimed. “This wouldn't have happened if you would just admit that you're wrong!” He rolled his eyes. “And how is that my fault?! This place only got destroyed because of how short of a temper you have. If anything, you should be the one to admit that you're in the wrong!” Feng Xin stepped forward to shove him back towards the destroyed tomb; and Mu Qing stepped backwards to dodge, but they both froze when they felt the pure energy of suffering. They met each other's gaze and stepped forward, ignoring their previous conflict in favor of the mystery in front of them. “What do you think it is?” Feng Xin stepped past fallen rocks covering up the entrance to the tomb. “A tomb, dumbass.” “Well yeah, but why would there be such palpable suffering in the air? Normally people are dead when they're in a tomb.” Mu Qing rolled his eyes. He followed Feng Xin inside the tomb, stepping around the rocks they crushed in their fighting. He had to duck down in order to get through the small, dusty passageway. He bumped into Feng Xin after a minute or two of maintaining the slow pace he had set. “Why did you stop?” Feng Xin silently stepped to the side. Mu Qing gave him a suspicious look before he walked forward. After two steps, he stopped. He stopped as fast as a mortal would've fallen dead if their head got cut off. It smelled disgusting. There was something in here that had rotted, and gotten seriously infected. He stumbled backwards, away from the stench. “What the fuck is that.” “Your guess is as good as mine.” Feng Xin said, his voice choked, as if he could still taste the smell on his tongue. “I’m not going back in there to find out.” Mu Qing said, shaking his head. “Not unless we have a way to avoid that smell.” Feng Xin made a hand sign, and powered it with a small amount of spiritual energy, covering their noses with a powerful barrier. “Let's go.” They stepped into the tomb together, each lighting a small ball of flame in their palms. The sight that met them was… let's just say that if Mu Qing thought living in that shack after the fall of Xianle was bad - worse than bad, it was disgusting - then he was not prepared for what met his eyes. A large marble coffin was sitting in the middle of the room, which held another inside of it. And there was another one inside of that one; but this one was rotting wood. It was covered in bits of flesh, and was moldy with the amount of blood permeating the wood. There were slugs slowly making their way up the side of the marble coffin, and crawling into the bloodied coffin. It was disgusting. “What the fuck could stay alive this log to rot the wood with their blood?” Feng Xin asked. “It has to be a ghost. Nothing else could survive being stuck in a coffin for how long it would take to rot the wood.” Mu Qing said, gingerly approaching the marble box. He peered inside, thankfully seeing nothing. Nothing alive, at least. He could see chunks of infected flesh scattered around the inside of the wooden box. And were those fingernails in the wood? “We need to report this to heaven. There's an obvious scandal going on here.” Feng Xin said, approaching and peering into the boxes. He grimaced. “I don't agree, but it would be the wisest course of action.” “What do you know about being wise?” Feng Xin asked. Mu Qing scoffed. “More than you, clearly.” “At least I'm not-” “Wait. What is that?” Feng Xin looked towards where Mu Qing's gaze was directed. There was a bloodied stake collecting dust in the corner.
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“Gege, if it helps, you can keep your eyes closed. The sun isn't hidden by any clouds today.” Xie Lian nodded. Even if his eyes already hurt just from being by the door, he needs to see the sun. Or at least feel it, if seeing it is too much. Not only for his recovery, but also for his sanity. Hua Cheng pushed the door curtain aside, flooding Xie Lian's face with blinding light. He immediately recoiled, pushing his face into Hua Cheng's chest to hide from the light. He regrets his decision to keep his eyes open, but at least now he can hide in a comfortable spot. His eyes hurt. And that's saying something. It felt like they were being stabbed 100 times over and excruciatingly tortured for hours on end with no pause. Hua Cheng protectively held him closer, angling his body so that he blocked the sun from Xie Lian's face. “Gege, are you alright?!” Xie Lian took a few minutes to process what he said, still trying to gather his thoughts throughout the pain. He nodded once. “I'm closing the curtain.” Xie Lian shook his head furiously, even if it made it hurt worse. He's going to go insane if he doesn't feel the sun directly on his skin within the next few minutes. “Gege-” Xie Lian thunked his forehead against Hua Cheng's chest and shook his head again. “Gege, that had to have hurt. We should look at your eyes to make sure that they're okay.” He pulled away from his hiding spot, and forced his eyes open. He couldn't see. He hoped that he was looking in Hua Cheng's direction. <Later. Sun.> He mouthed. Hua Cheng hesitated. <Please?> “... Only if you let me check once we're inside and we only spend a few minutes out here.” Xie Lian nodded. His eyes watered, but he stubbornly kept them open. He still couldn't see. He felt Hua Cheng open the door, and heard his feet gently thudding on the floor. And then he felt it. A scorching heat on his face. Painful, but the most comforting thing he's ever felt. It was scorching his skin, making him feel like he was burning in a volcano with no reprieve. It attacked his eyes, making them leak salty wetness. But he was smiling wide throughout the pain. It may hurt like hell, but he's happy. He hasn't felt the sun in… however long he was stuck for. He doesn't care if he will be blind for the rest of his life because of this, he doesn't care if he'll get the nastiest sunburn. This is worth it. These could be his final moments in the world, and he wouldn't ever regret feeling the sun for one last time. He huffed once, then over and over again as he laughed. Not out of self deprecation, but joy. Pure joy. He couldn't see the sun lighting up his surroundings, but he knew they would be absolutely breathtaking. Just imagining it made his cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. He imagined hanging out with Feng Xin and Mu Qing, messing around and having a good time. Maybe accidentally destroy a shrub or two in their shenanigans.
He missed them.
“Gege, you're crying. Let me take you inside.” Hua Cheng said, jolting Xie Lian out of his thoughts because of how worried he sounded.
<More?>
“Gege can have one more minute. We have to acclimate you to the sun slowly, otherwise there could be consequences.” Xie Lian pouted, but his frown couldn't stay on his face for long. It felt too nice to be outside. There was a slight breeze rustling the silky soft robes covering him, and it felt amazing. It felt like too little time when Hua Cheng took him back inside. It felt cold, compared to outside. He didn't like it. He wanted to feel warm instead of cold for once. But he couldn't speak his thoughts. “Gege, should we do some stretches? It'll help keep you warm. You're shivering.” He nodded in Hua Cheng's direction. Stretches sounded nice. Although he's still sore from the leg stretches they had done the previous day, they helped him feel warm. “Let me set you down, and then we can get started. Should we do arms or legs?” <Arms.> He needs to be able to talk with his savior. He wants to say thank you. Apologize for being such a burden. He heard - but didn't see - Hua Cheng nod. “I'm going to start. Is that okay?” Xie Lian smiled in response. His eyes still hurt. Hua Cheng gently took his arm into his grasp, and started bending it at the shoulder. The stretch felt nice, instead of painful like it was in the coffin. He tried to push against Hua Cheng's grasp, but he was unable to overpower him. Hua Cheng's grip tightened for a moment, before going back to what it was before. They continued with stretches, slowly moving down to his wrist, and finally to his fingers. It was quiet. The only sound was the slight rustling of Hua Cheng's robes. At least, until someone knocked on the door. Hua Cheng growled in annoyance. “What.” “Lord Black Water has arrived.” “Tell him to fuck off. I'm busy.” “Chengzhu, he's your friend. At least go say hi.” “Yin Yu, for the last time. We are not friends.” There was a moment of silence on the other side, but Xie Lian could swear that he heard a soft chuckle. “If that's what Chengzhu says. But he said that if you didn't come to him, he would come to you.” “Bastard. He's not coming in here.” Hua Cheng mumbled. “He is not allowed, and he knows that.” Xie Lian twitches his wrist, catching the other man's attention. <Go.> “But gege, I can't just leave you for the likes of him.” Xie Lian sighed. <Friend.> He would be lying to say that he wanted Hua Cheng to go, but his San Lang has to spend time with his friends. He felt Hua Cheng's hand freeze, and he groaned. “He's not my friend.” Xie Lian smiled. He's in denial. He must've caught Xie Lian's expression, because he followed up with “Gege, he's really not my friend.”
<Meet?>
“Gege wants to meet him? Black Water is too dirty for you.” Xie Lian shook his head. If he went with Hua Cheng, then he would want to go. It fills him with anxiety, but oh well. It's for San Lang. Besides, if anything, he's the one who's too dirty. He's bathed in blood for so long. <Meet.> He repeated. Hua Cheng sighed. “If gege really wants to meet him, then we can go.” Mission accomplished. <San Lang.> “Hmm?”
<Thanks.>
— When he had heard from Yin Yu that “His Highness, you can only call him His Highness,” was coming, he was… surprised to say the least. Surely he wasn't recovered enough to come meet him with Loan Shark. Like, there's no way he would've been able to… Oh gods. He should've expected this. His scholar brain told him that someone stuck within a coffin for 100 years could not recover enough to walk in three and a half months. He just had to witness Hua Cheng gently carrying his muse in his arms. Lovingly, tenderly, carefully, and overall just being gross. Especially for the man who is known to be heartless. The man that he's only ever known as not gentle as possible with anything. The very same man that literally found an ancient artifact from a civilization long gone, and dropped it because he got bored of it. He Xuan has the pieces of it in his manor; he's still in the process of restoring them. “Fishface.” “Loan Shark. He Xuan responded, still eyeing the man in Hua Cheng's arms. He looked… ill. His skin was transparent. He could see his organs. That is not good.
How is this man still alive?!
“What are you doing here?” Hua Cheng asked. “What do you think I'm doing here? Kidnapping His Highness?” Hua Cheng clutched His Highness closer, and Eming appeared. Right against his throat. He raised his hands into the air. “I was joking! Sarcasm! It was sarcasm!” “If you ever make a comment like that again, you will have your ashes scattered and you will be dispersed in the most painful way ever imagined.” — And they say they aren't friends? Yin Yu calls bullshit. — “Yin Yu, get this man some food.” Oh thank goodness. He's not going to die today. Well, he's already dead, but that is irrelevant. What is relevant, however, is that he almost disappeared from this earth before he completed his revenge. And he gets food. That's also relevant. “Of course, Chengzhu.” Yin Yu spoke with a lot less sass than he normally would with Hua Cheng, which is probably smart. He doesn't seem to be in the best mood right now. Never mind, scratch that. He's talking to his gege. He feels like such a third wheel. And His Highness isn't even talking! Xie Lian's mouth moved, and though no sound came out, Hua Cheng immediately understood him. “Gege, do I have to talk to him? All he cares about is food.” Not true. Mostly true, but he cares about Shi Qingxuan. Wait, that's wrong. He does not care about Shi Qingxuan. He cares about his revenge. Yeah. Xie Lian nodded. Hua Cheng sighed. “If that's what gege wants. Fishface, I'm now obligated to speak with you.” He Xuan nodded, gesturing to a chair. “Might as well sit.” Hua Cheng sat down with His Highness in his arms, allowing He Xuan a better view of the man. The strangest thing he noticed was that there was no light in his eyes. They were open, and ever so slightly darting about the room, but it was as if he couldn't see. “So.” “So.” Hua Cheng said, staring at He Xuan almost angrily. “Hey, what did I do?” “You looked at His Highness without permission.” He Xuan almost pulled a Xuan Zhen. “That's what eyes are used for. Looking at stuff.” His gaze turned slightly concerned, and he looked at Hua Cheng. “How is he?” He whispered. “Gege is doing okay. He's recovering.” “I'm glad my information paid off then. I'll admit that it was an impulsive decision to send a clone with Qianqiu.” He said, no longer whispering. Xie Lian jolted in Hua Cheng's arms, immediately catching the man's attention and causing his grip to tighten. “Gege?!” Xie Lian's eyes had widened, and he turned his head towards He Xuan's direction. He looked as if he wanted to meet eyes, but was off by a landslide. He mouthed something, and He Xuan thought it was… what? Not anything else; he literally mouthed ‘what’ with a strange expression on his face. <Clone?> He mouthed next. He Xuan immediately understood. “I sent a clone with him when he buried his Guoshi.” He Xuan explained. “I wanted to investigate the Gilded Banquet but couldn't find anything, so I thought maybe the Guoshi's resting place might have something.” Xie Lian nodded slowly. His expression was becoming… something. He wouldn't say troubled per say, but it definitely isn't going to be a peaceful expression. …Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. The slight killing aura in the room definitely raised with how Xie Lian reacted. And it was directed specifically towards him. He should probably leave, but he's hungry. He's also burnt out from the boundless energy Shi Qingxuan has. Seriously, he doesn't get how they do it. “Fishface, I've fulfilled the obligation of saying hello, so we will now be taking our leave.” “Only if I can still eat.” “The cooks have already made it all, so you might as well eat it.” He Xuan nodded, then watched as Hua Cheng walked out, his normal jingling absent. He wondered why, because he normally had a preferred form when in the manor, but he was quickly distracted by the food that was brought out. — Xie Lian wasn't sure how to feel. Firstly, he just learned that someone knew where he was buried, and could've saved him. Secondly, apparently Hua Cheng knows his true identity. He called him His Highness. So did the other man, but what's more important is that San Lang called him His Highness. And he's very clearly a ghost with lots of power - which takes lots of time to obtain - so there's a chance that he knew Xie Lian back before his first ascension. And that means that he probably saw him at his greatest. Compared to how he looks now, he must be such a grand disappointment. He already is, but that's in the eyes of heaven. Not the mortal realm, all they remember of him is that he pleased the gods; nothing more. But the ghost realm? Anyone there could know what happened to his kingdom, and how he failed everyone. He doesn't want to be that person. That's largely why he accepted the role of guoshi. He could be someone else, at least for a little bit. “Gege I'm sorry. I should've told him beforehand to not bring up the guoshi.” Xie Lian smiled. <Fine.> Hua Cheng shook his head. “Gege, it's not fine. It caused you distress, which means that it's not fine.” <San Lang, fine.> “...Can I do anything for you?” Xie Lian thought for a few minutes before he figured it out.
<Outside!>
“Gege wants to go back outside? Sure, but you should keep your eyes closed this time.” Xie Lian nodded obediently. Hua Cheng carried him over to what he assumed was the door, and stepped outside. The sun still felt glorious on his skin. He could already feel the warmth working its way over his body, warming him up from his constant state of chill. It successfully locked his haunting thoughts out of his mind and he smiled, tilting his head up as if he would get more sun that way. — Hua Cheng thought that he couldn't fall for this beautiful man anymore than he already has, but he just fell a little bit more. “Is gege enjoying it?” Xie Lian eagerly nodded. “Would you like to go somewhere new? We could sit among some flowers.” Xie Lian's lips slightly parted, and he nodded excitedly. Hua Cheng smiled. “Keep your eyes closed until I tell you. We're going to be in the shade, so it should be a bit calmer on your eyes.” Xie Lian nodded obediently, a small smile battling for a place on his face. Hua Cheng started walking towards the field of small white flowers he had planted himself when building the new house. There were small stone pathways leading to different places in the garden, one of which led to a large tree with a swing. That was the one he was currently walking along, taking only a minute to step under the shade of the branches and sit on the swing, Xie Lian in his arms. Normally a tree planted only a few weeks ago wouldn't grow to full size this fast, but spiritual power is an amazing thing. He started rocking back and forth on the swing, just enough to create a soothing movement. He got the honor of seeing his beloved break out into a large, happy grin. If his eyes were open, they surely would've crinkled shut.
<Swing?>
Hua Cheng smiled gently. “Yes. I figured it would be nice to have out in the garden. We're surrounded by white flowers, under an oak tree.” Xie Lian smiled even wider. <Nice.> “Once your able to open your eyes without getting hurt, I'm sure gege will love it.” Xie Lian nodded. They sat for a few minutes, enjoying the noise of nature and the soft breeze playing with the leaves. Hua Cheng gazed out at the white flowers, wondering if Xie Lian would recognize him once he saw them. He's fairly certain that no one else had offered them during the time of his first ascension, so if he connected the thought of the white flower with Hong'er, would he be rejected? Banished to never see him again? He almost shuddered at the thought, but he couldn't disturb His Highness. Xie Lian had fully relaxed against Hua Cheng's body, an ever present smile on his face as the two were rocked back and forth by Hua Cheng. They stayed there for a while longer, until Hua Cheng realized something. Xie Lian had fallen asleep. He smiled, banishing his worries to the back of his mind and carefully stood, making sure not to wake the man in his arms. He summoned a few butterflies to cover the sun from Xie Lian's eyes, so if he tried to open them in his sleep he wouldn't be hurt. As he walked, he started transferring spiritual energy into Xie Lian's meridans, fulfilling the daily transfusion of energy that Lu Yi had instructed to be given. Yin Yu must've seen him coming, because he slid the door open as he approached, staying silent as Hua Cheng walked past. He stepped into the hallway, making sure his steps were silent as he made his way to Xie Lian's room. They had left the door open on accident when He Xuan had arrived, so he was able to walk straight in. He carefully laid Xie Lian on the bed, covering him with the blankets. He had unfortunately noticed that Xie Lian wouldn't voice when he was cold. He didn't want him to be cold. He had already failed to keep him warm as a ghost fire, so he would not fail now. While His Highness is recovering use of his arms, maybe Hua Cheng can start learning sign. He double checked that Xie Lian was okay, and then he threw his dice and walked into Paradise Manor's library. He knew where the books he was looking for were, so he quickly strode over there and grabbed a few. He knows the basics of sign, but he needs to be certain of it if he's going to help Xie Lian learn. Another thing that he had noticed recently was Xie Lian trying to move his fingers. Although, trying is the wrong word. Succeeding is the correct one. A step of recovery has been taken, but there's still a long way to go until they win the game. Maybe it's because of all the spiritual energy. He's been transferring just enough to be considered plenty but was also dancing on the line of too much. However, the energy wouldn't help with recovering fat and healing the heavy trauma to his mind, but they're getting there. And they will get there. Hua Cheng will make sure of it. Maybe he can talk to Lu Yi and ask if there's anything he can do to make his recovery speed up. He hates having to watch His Highness be powerless in his own body. Even after Xianle had fallen and Xie Lian had gotten banished, he could still do things for himself. Having that independence taken from him must be torture. Well, he'll tell Yin Yu to contact her within the next few hours. He needs to keep reading.
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A few weeks passed since Xie Lian had met Hua Cheng's friend - who he still didn't know the name of, Hua Cheng had called him solely by Fishface - and he had spent his time largely outside. Hua Cheng would always accompany him, making sure that he wasn't burned and that he was careful with his eyes. His vision has fully recovered by now, but he still has to be careful when going outside after being in his usually dark bedroom. When he wasn't outside he was inside, doing stretches with Hua Cheng's assistance - he still couldn't move his fingers at will, let alone stretch - and resting. Resting. When was the last time San Lang rested? Currently, he's surrounded by the silver butterflies in his room, so he turned to one of them and stared at it purposely. Even just mouthing hurt his throat, and it was hurting especially bad today. The butterfly fluttered over once it noticed Xie Lian's gaze, and hovered in front of his face. <San Lang.> He mouthed slowly. The butterfly nodded up and down in a nod. A few seconds later there was a knock on the door before the man entered. He didn't warn him about the light this time, because since he's been going outside more he can handle the light from the hallway. “Gege.” Xie Lian smiled at him in greeting. Hua Cheng came and sat on the foot of the bed in a crisscross, waiting for Xie Lian to speak. Well, not speak, but anyway.
<Rest.>
Hua Cheng cocked his head to the side slightly. “Gege, you're already in bed. Should I dim my butterflies so you can sleep?” Xie Lian rolled his eyes and shook his head. <You.> A look of understanding passed over Hua features, and he smiled. “Gege, I'm a ghost. I don't need to rest.” Xie Lian just glared at him. The other man raised his hands in defeat. “Okay, okay I'll rest, but I'm not looking to die a third time.” Xie Lian nodded decisively, and Hua Cheng laughed. “Does gege want to rest as well? Or do you want to come back outside with me? Xie Lian's eyes lit up and he nodded. He would very much like to go back outside. It's been getting warmer and he loves it because it means he's less cold. Hua Cheng stood from the bed, and walked over to Xie Lian's side. He peeled back the covers and carefully slid his arms underneath his knees and lower back. Hua Cheng lifted him, making sure that he was comfortable before walking out of the room and across the house towards the door that leads to the gardens. Xie Lian closed his eyes before the curtains were pulled aside. He didn't want a repeat of his blindness, so he had to be careful. He heard the curtains and door open, and felt an elated shiver shoot down his spine when he felt the comforting warmth of the sun. He unconsciously smiled wide, lifting his face towards the sun to absorb more of its wonderful energy. Hua Cheng was in love. He started walking towards the swing hanging of the large tree, keeping an eye on the flutter of Xie Lian's eyelids as he adjusted to the bright light of the sun. It was dimmer today, the sun mostly being covered by clouds, but it still hurt to look at. By the time Hua Cheng sat down on the swing, Xie Lian was gazing unabashedly at the white flowers surrounding the tree. He felt a pang of white hot panic shooting through his veins; this was the first time he's seen the white flowers properly. Hua Cheng had been too scared to show them to him so he had mostly avoided the area. Would he like it? Would he get angry and demand to have them all removed? What if he made him sad with an offering such as this? What if he wouldn't want to stay with Hua Cheng anymore because of the flowers? What if-
<Favourite.>
Hua Cheng's eyes widened. His shoulders released the tension that had been trapped inside, and he smiled. “I'm glad gege likes them.” Xie Lian nodded, gazing at them with a nostalgic look in his eye, his lips slightly upturned. “Do you remember the story I started telling you about the child?” Xie Lian thought for a moment, and then his eyes lit up and he bobbed his head up and down. “Since we never finished it, do you want me to continue telling it?” Xie Lian nodded again. Hua Cheng nodded as well. “We left off at the part after the child was saved. Right?” Xie Lian nodded. “Okay. Well, the child was saved, and he returned to the routine he would follow previously. Stealing from the local merchants to get food, bandages, and even clothes.He carried on like that for somewhere between two and three years, until he couldn't take it anymore. He was constantly bullied on the streets, always getting into fights. He wanted to die everyday from the pain he was in. He would regularly stay at a run down shrine, where the most visitors it would get are passing travelers.” He took a deep breath as he got to the moment that changed the rest of his life. “One day, he cried out that he wanted to kill everyone and himself. He didn't know why he was still living.” He watched with bated breath as Xie Lian's eyes widened, and he looked up at Hua Cheng instead of at the flowers. There was recognition in his eyes. Fuck. Why did he decide to tell this story again? “The person who saved him heard his cry, and told him to live for him. And so the boy took that in stride, and found a new purpose to live for.” Alright, he's let this get too far. He needs to stop this story. “That's all the details of the story I can remember. I haven't read the story in a while, so my memory is a bit foggy.” Xie Lian nodded slowly. <Cool.> It's a pretty interesting story.” A lie. “It's gotten pretty popular in the years after it supposedly took place.” Also a lie, but he can't risk being rejected while his God still needs to recover. He can't risk what he has. Hua Cheng stayed silent, choosing to look out at the flowers as he waited for Xie Lian to connect the dots and tell him to get lost. He only decided to speak when he figured that they had been outside for too long. “Gege, let's head back inside. We've been out here for a while now.” Xie Lian nodded. Maybe he noticed Hua Cheng's tension but didn't want to say anything, because he was oddly silent. He almost prayed that he wouldn't ask, but he still wasn't entirely certain of how the cursed shackles blocked prayers. Would he hear them if he was right next to the person praying? He stepped inside the house, summoning a few butterflies to close the door and curtains behind them, and made his way to Xie Lian's room. He stepped towards the bed and gently laid Xie Lian down, and covered him with the blankets. He had noticed that once they were inside the other man had started to shiver slightly, so he had to make sure that he would be warm. “Alright gege. You can use the butterflies if you need me. I'm going to rest like you said. I'll just be in the other room.” Xie Lian smiled. <Thanks.> Hua Cheng smiled back. “Of course.” Anything for you. He walked out of the room and across the hall to his room, where he most certainly would be unable to rest. He hasn't slept in that bed once the entire time they've been here. He sat down heavily on the bed, leaning his elbows on his knees and placing his palms on his temples. He breathed a shaky breath and squinted his eye shut. Wait, when did he revert back to his true form? He doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. He's a mess, isn't he? The all-powerful Ghost King, Crimson Rain Sought Flower, Scourge of Heaven, Hua Cheng; not even realizing when he switches forms. Maybe he's just tired. He should rest, like His Highness said. He shook his head. No. He won't be able to rest now. His brain is working against him and thinking of all the ways he's going to be rejected. His Highness had to have recognized him from that story. It's obvious. When is he going to be ignored because of his frantic search to find Him? When will he be kicked out and never allowed to see Him again? He almost doesn't want to know. He knows that it will happen at some point, but he'd rather not know when so that it doesn't feel like a wrecking ball is hovering over his head as the date approaches. It would probably be when they can communicate better. Perhaps when His Highness is able to use sign, or speak. He's noticed that on some days, He winces slightly when mouthing, as if it hurts. He hopes for the sake of His Highness that he would use some sense and not try to kick him out when it brings Him pain to do so. But when he gets kicked out, who will help Him? He will most likely be unable to move much on His own, and would need someone to assist Him. Maybe He would accept Yin Yu. If not, he would find whoever could help Him, even if it was the two trash generals. He loathes to think that He would want the trash generals to help Him instead of him, but whatever His Highness wishes for he gets. He understands that His friends bring His Highness comfort, but Hua Cheng absolutely despises them. They left Him at his worst. They abandoned Him when he needed them the most. Of course, he isn't much better. He was only able to prevent a small amount of pain for Him; and that led to not being able to find him for 600 years. Useless. Absolutely useless. Even after saving him he still feels fucking useless. He wants His Highness to be able to talk again, move again. But he can't just magically make it happen immediately. It takes time. Too much time. Transferring energy daily may be helping, but it still feels too slow. He's definitely noticed progress - His Highness having more energy, eating more, more movement - but it doesn't feel like Hua Cheng is doing enough to help Him. He needs to stop his brain for a while. This is too much thinking. He's supposed to be resting, for fucks sake. He unlatched his nails from his scalp, and stood up. He crawls into the bed and collapses in a position that's in no way comfortable. He pretends to sleep, while getting no rest at all. He stays like that for hours, legs uncomfortably crossed over each other and neck twisted at an odd angle. His foot itches, but he doesn't lean down to scratch it. He keeps his eye wide open, unblinking even when his brain tries to force him to close it. He resists. He deserves to feel the discomfort. His hands are clenched into fists, digging bloody crescents into his palms. Yin Yu knocks to see if he's okay. He sends him away with a few butterfly slashes. It's a few hours after that when one of his butterflies alerts him of a disturbance in Xie Lian's bedroom. He immediately looks through the butterfly, and sees Xie Lian's face wrenched up in pain, and his head turned to the side as he thrashes around. Hua Cheng immediately rose, and strode over to his door. He threw it open and practically teleported in Xie Lian's room with how fast he entered. He seemed to be in the throes of a nightmare, which was common but it never got to the point where his body was tangled underneath the covers from his panic. He was breathing hard, so hard that it must've hurt. He immediately rushed forward, trying to contain his thrashing. He pulled back the covers and took Xie Lian into his hold, cradling him against his chest. The smaller man twisted in his hold, trying to get out, but Hua Cheng just adjusted his grip and started rocking them back and forth. He mentally summoned multiple butterflies to hover around them, and one decided to rest on Xie Lian's forehead. His thrashing had calmed enough by the rocking that Hua Cheng was able to rub the circles he knows Xie Lian loves into his upper back; which in turn made it easier to tuck some stray hair behind his ear. “Gege, it's okay. You're out. You're with your San Lang in the house I built for you.” Xie Lian's thrashing stayed at the same level, slightly toned down from when he entered but still quite noticeable. Hua Cheng leaned down closer to Xie Lian face, making the butterfly move as he pressed their foreheads together. “Gege, gege. You're out, I promise. San Lang rescued you.” He watched as Xie Lian's breathing calmed somewhat, and watched as his eyelids flickered. “You're safe. It's San Lang, we're in the house, remember? You're not there anymore.” Xie Lian's thrashing stilled. After a moment he took a deep breath. Hua Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. Xie Lian seemed to like what he smelled, because he burrowed his face into Hua Cheng's chest, taking another smaller breath that he probably wasn't aware of. “Gege, are you alright?” He whispered, holding him closer. Xie Lian whimpered. Hua Cheng's heart shattered. “Gege gege, don't worry. Your San Lang is right here. You're safe now, you're not there anymore.” “...no, safe…” Hua Cheng froze. Did he just… “Gege, I will always keep you safe, no matter what happens.” Xie Lian shook his head, so Hua Cheng held him tighter. “Always.” He swore. I will always keep you safe. At this, Xie Lian finally started crying. “I will never let anyone lock you in a coffin again. I vow to keep you safe and out of harm as well as I could ever do.” He felt as the tears sped up, and the small breaths quickly turned into hiccups as he sobbed. Xie Lian buried his face even more into his chest, and started speaking, although raspy. “San ‘Ang, San ‘ang.” Hua Cheng held him tighter as he heard his gege say his name for the first time, tears springing to his own eye. “Yes gege,” he said. “Your San Lang is here. Don't worry. You're safe now.” They stayed like that until Xie Lian fell back asleep, his breathing evening out and the furrow in his brow disappearing. Hua Cheng carefully tried to lay Xie Lian back down, but he whimpered in his sleep when Hua Cheng let go. What's he supposed to do in this situation? It's disrespectful to sleep in the same bed as His Highness, but Xie Lian clearly doesn't want him to leave. …Just this once. After all, he can't go against His Highness' wishes. Hua Cheng carefully maneuvered himself in a way that would allow him to still hold Xie Lian and also get into a comfy position for both of them. Then, he clutched Xie Lian to his chest, as if he could protect him from all the bad dreams. Yin Yu walked in on them cuddled together, fast asleep as they got the rest they both needed. — “GUOSHI!”
A splatter as he stepped in a puddle of still warm blood, sullying his shoes.
“WHY? WE GAVE YOU A HOME!”
A gasp for breath that went unfulfilled.
Suffocation was never a pleasant death.
He thrashed in the coffin, trying to wrench the stake out of his chest, but only succeeding in baring his heart to the splintery wood.
A cold warmth enveloped him.
It felt like the blood that was constantly drowning him.
A small silver light at the edge of his vision. A hallucination, certainly. There's no light in the coffin.
Fangxin was surrounded by the red of his blood. It was cold, yet he was still alive. His body could no longer produce the heat required to keep it warm.
His body is too emaciated.
A gentle touch grazing his cheek. A soft whisper next to his ear.
The soft exhale of the King as he took his final laboured breath.
He thought he heard a voice cut through his thoughts, momentarily distracting him from the pain. It was saying something, soft and quiet. Almost tender. He couldn't tell what it was, but it succeeded in calming down his erratic breathing somewhat. The calming voice continued its careful ministrations, and soon enough Fangxin could feel a soft touch rubbing circles against his upper back. He released some tension that his shoulders had been holding. Some being the key word. It still felt like he wasn't safe. It was too dark, he couldn't see anything, how is he supposed to know if he's out? How is he supposed to move if he doesn't have the muscle to actually free himself? “...ge…”
Huh. No one's ever called Fangxin by ‘ge’ before. No one in the Yong'an palace had that type of familiarity for it to be acceptable.
He wished someone could.
Something bloomed in front of his eyes, bright and comforting, and he heard something else. “...safe… San Lang… house… not there… more…” Not there? That cannot be true, how would he have been able to escape? … Is it true? He couldn't feel the extreme pain that never failed to bring him to tears, which was a feature his occasional hallucinations would bring with them. He breathed in deeply, finding the gentle scent of maple and smoke tickling his senses. He burrowed in further to the source, finding soft fabric that felt perfectly real. This must be a really good hallucination if he can't feel the pain and can smell as well as feel stuff. “Gege, are you alright?” Damn. That's a pretty voice. He kind of wants to eat it. …Maybe he's just hungry.
He's always hungry.
Xie Lian made a soft whimpering sound, sounding suspiciously like crying. “Gege gege, don't worry. Your San Lang is right here. You're safe now, you're not there anymore.” Oh, how he wishes for that to be true. A safe place to be in? He had one, but his kingdom has long since burned. “...no, safe…” The man holding him - who he just realized was holding him - froze, the small circles stopping abruptly. “Gege, I will always keep you safe, no matter what happens.” Xie Lian shook his head. The man held him tighter. “Always.” He swore. This, it seemed, was enough to overflow the cup. Tears leaked slowly out of his eyes, falling down his cheeks and dripping off his chin. “I will never let anyone lock you in a coffin again. I vow to keep you safe and out of harm as well as I could ever do.” ‘Lock you in a coffin again?’ Did he get out? That's right. He's out.
San Lang saved him.
Xie Lian's tears sped up, and he hiccuped as he buried his face into Hua Cheng's robes, his fingers instinctively twitching with the urge to grasp into something. He's out. None of this is a hallucination. It's all real. He's out. He's no longer a dry bag of organs and bones as weak as paper. He's out. He's been saved by his San Lang. “San ‘Ang, San ‘ang.” He chanted over and over in a hoarse voice. Speaking brought extreme pain and he almost felt like he wouldn't be able to focus on anything else, but the gentle embrace of Hua Cheng kept him focused. Maybe the scarring in his throat from screaming for hours on end was a bit more serious than he had originally thought. Hua Cheng held him tighter, and Xie Lian realized that he was sitting in the other's lap. “Yes gege,” he said, sounding choked with emotion. “Your San Lang is here. Don't worry. You're safe now.” — Xie Lian blearily blinked awake, briefly shutting his eyes at the butterflies surrounding him. He wanted to go back to sleep. It was so cozy and warm. He snuggled his head into the chest his head was laying next to, shutting his eyes and- Wait, chest? He immediately reopened his eyes, and looked at the man who was gently holding him. He didn't look like his San Lang, but Xie Lian was certain that it was San Lang. He was wearing a deep crimson red, more saturated than San Lang's Maple robes had been. His long black hair wasn't tied up, and was instead draped across the pillow his head was laying on; which revealed an inky black eye patch covering his right eye. The eye that was uncovered was shut with sleep, not moving even as Xie Lian studied the other man's face. He was lying on his right side and his arm was wrapped around Xie Lian's waist, keeping him close. Xie Lian was lying on his left side, and he was mortified to think that he had been snuggling San Lang's chest all night. Xie Lian hid his face in Hua Cheng's chest in an attempt to hide his sudden blush. He must've disturbed the man, because the grip on his waist tightened and he hummed. “Gege?” He said in a sleepy voice. Xie Lian willed his blush away, and then pulled his head back to look Hua Cheng in the eye. <Morning.> Hua Cheng smiled, a small fang being revealed. “Is gege comfy?” Xie Lian nodded. <You? Eyepatch, sleep.> Hua Cheng sharply inhaled and he sat up, covering his eyepatch with his hand. Said hand had a red string on one finger. He glanced at Xie Lian, guarded and on edge. He's done something really bad, hasn't he?
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His life is over. He might as well shatter the ring hanging around Xie Lian's neck. He didn't realize that he was still in his true form! His ugly, disfigured, monstrous form. Xie Lian must be holding back bile at how ugly he is. If he wasn't going to be kicked out today, he certainly is now. If he can't be with His Highness, then what's the point in existing? <San Lang?> Hua Cheng shook his head. “Don't look. This one must be ugly. This lowly one wouldn't want to scare Your Highness.” Xie Lian's brow furrowed. <Ugly? No.> Hua Cheng chuckled condescendingly. “Gege doesn't need to be nice.” Xie Lian shook his head. <Pretty. Not ugly.> “Gege, this one truly can't be pretty.” Xie Lian's face turned determined. <San Lang, pretty.> Hua Cheng's right hand lowered slightly. “...gege isn't disgusted? This form is hideous.” Xie Lian nodded furiously. <Attractive.> Hua Cheng is certain that if he could blush, then he would be. Xie Lian slightly dipped his chin towards his chest and then mouthed, <Favourite.> “Should I wear this form more often then?” Xie Lian looked back up and nodded. His eyes met Hua Cheng's singular eye, and Hua Cheng barely held back a shiver. He laid back down, and drew Xie Lian into a hug. It's totally because he noticed that Xie Lian was cold and definitely not because he was feeling emotional and wanted to hide his glistening eye from the other man. Definitely not. The fact that Xie Lian didn't outright reject him, but even called him attractive was quite overwhelming. He desperately needs a distraction, but Xie Lian looks so comfortable in his arms, about to fall asleep. He can't move. For some reason, he thinks of a cat sitting on his chest. You're not allowed to move if there's a cat on your chest. It's an unspoken rule. It's the exact same situation here. Hmm, maybe he should paint Xie Lian as a cat. He'd be a cute cat. Of course, he wouldn't be featured in the painting. He's far too ugly for that. Even if His Highness says otherwise, he could just be acting nice. He wouldn't be surprised if he would hide his disgust from him so he wouldn't hurt Hua Cheng's feelings. Hua Cheng risked a glance at Xie Lian's face, finding him to be quietly asleep. Is there anything he needs to do today? He needs to know so that he can know for sure what will happen if he stays in bed all day.
Yin Yu.
Yes, Chengzhu?
What needs to be done?
There was a pause.
The Gamblers Den is getting quite rambunctious because you've been absent so long with no word.
Hua Cheng rolled his eye. That trash is too reliant. Anything important?
Chengzhu, the Den is important. But other than the Den, there have been some officials getting into trouble. They haven't caused any large issues, but it seems like they're looking for information.
Capture one, and see what they want.
Understood.
Hua Cheng slightly adjusted his position, and closed his eye, though he didn't fall asleep. What could those officials want? Ghost City always gets officials in disguise sneaking through the city, but never to spy. The heavenly trash always wants something of a different caliber; perhaps a visit to the brothels, or maybe a few gambles at the Den. Did they discover something and think him to be the culprit? He's probably the person responsible - he loves causing heaven issues after all - but recently he hasn't done anything to make them feel the need to spy on him. Hmm.
Fishface.
What does the shark want?
If anything, you're the shark. But I do want something.
How much debt will I have reduced?
Depends on how good your information is.
He heard He Xuan sigh through the array.
Well, what information do you want?
Why have officials been spying on my city? I haven't done anything these past few months.
His attention was stolen as Xie Lian shifted his head, and his hands grasped Hua Cheng's robes. He almost forgot to listen to He Xuan's response in the elation of the progress Xie Lian just made.
About a week ago, the southern generals came to report something amiss. They didn't give too many details, but it was something about a tomb imbued with the essence of suffering.
He froze. So it was him.
They had called a meeting about it, and they came to the consensus that ‘it had to be Crimson Rain'.
Why, exactly, didn't you tell me?
I knew that the officials wouldn't be able to do anything. I didn't think it was worth it to report.
Hua Cheng tightened his jaw. Anything, anything at all, that would risk my beloved's safety, which is of utmost importance. He Xuan must've sensed his murderous intent. Well, I'll know to inform you then. Is that all Loan Shark? How much am I getting off my debt for this?
2%.
Wha- no. 5%.
3 is the highest I'll go.
Fine.
I'll talk to Yin Yu.
The connection closed, and Hua Cheng laid awake. Just like any other time officials encroached in his city, they will undoubtedly cause issues. It always happens. But now it's even more important. His beloved is in his manor, injured and bedridden. He can't have anything disrupt the chaotic peace of Ghost City.
Yin Yu, Fishface's debt is reduced by 3%. Make sure to increase defenses around the manor. Make it so that it seems something is being kept there, something important. We don't want them to find the house.
Yes Chengzhu, Yin Yu responsed seriously. Should I create false leads that something's being kept in the manor?
Yes, do that. I will be working on the house.
Understood.
Hua Cheng carefully left the bed, leaving butterflies scattered around the room. Quite a few of them were perched on Xie Lian's body, keeping him warm and also giving small amounts of spiritual energy. When he had first given Xie Lian spiritual energy, the shackles had drained most of it. After a few transfers though, the fallout of energy has stopped happening. Hua Cheng could only guess that his meridians had been unused to the energy, so it rejected most of it. Thankfully, that isn't the case now; it's sped up the healing process quite nicely. He silenced the chains on his boots and strode out of the room. He has to strengthen the arrays surrounding them. He has to keep His Highness safe. It's why he exists after all. What could he do to make it seem like they weren't there? He could make cloaking arrays, arrays that made it impossible to pass by a certain point. There were a lot of options. A cloaking array would be the best option, with the ability to hide from any officials and also any curious villagers. They've already had to turn away quite a few who were interested in their new neighbors. He's actually already put barriers in place to prevent people from getting close, so a cloaking array would just seal the package. …Maybe he should place a spell on the villagers so they don't remember that a new neighbor has just moved in after building a house. That way, any officials who might come across this area won't suspect where he is. Or what he's protecting. — Xie Lian flexed his fingers, entranced. He didn't realize that he was able to grasp onto things. He had awoken after a while - Hua Cheng wasn't with him, unfortunately - and he had been tightly holding the bedsheets in front of his chest. He tried to twist his wrist, and was amazed to find that he could. He smiled. San Lang would be proud. He should show him. Thank goodness for the butterflies. He made eye contact with the one closest to his face and mouthed <San Lang, here.> He internally cringed. That must've sounded so demanding. Immediately after mouthing, he heard a soft chiming, growing in volume as it approached his door. “Gege, I'm coming in. You wanted me?” Xie Lian smiled and nodded, not flinching at the light that flooded the room as Hua Cheng entered. <Here.> Hua Cheng chuckled, and came to sit across from where Xie Lian was laying down. <Hand.> Hua Cheng placed his hand on Xie Lian's, and Xie Lian twisted his wrist and held on to the other man's hand. Hua Cheng gasped, seeming to be at a loss for words.
<Learn sign?>
Hua Cheng nodded. “I can teach gege. Should we start today?” Xie Lian nodded eagerly. Hua Cheng stood from the bed, and carefully lifted Xie Lian into his arms. Xie Lian watched as two red dice were thrown into the air, and gasped when they were suddenly inside a massive library. Xie Lian was too busy gawking at the sheer size of the place to realize that Hua Cheng had actually set him down on a comfy chair, before sitting across from him. Numerous books surrounded them, and from what Xie Lian could see, they were all about sign language. He looked up at Hua Cheng, who was rummaging through the books with an excited smile on his face. He's really pretty. The way his eyepatch complements his features, and the way his hair looks rowdy but still styled.
San Lang’s really pretty.
He stared, entranced, until Hua Cheng started softly laughing. “Is gege that excited to learn?” Xie Lian shook out of it and nodded. <Yes!> Hua Cheng grinned. “Let's get started. I'm excited to talk to gege.” —
Yin Yu, sign language is now a required language in Ghost City. If anyone doesn't know it, they will either learn it or be kicked out.
Yes, Chengzhu.
— They spent the majority of their day in the library, poring over books and learning sign. They only took breaks when Hua Cheng noticed that Xie Lian was looking a little tired, and insisted that they pause. “Gege has to be well rested in order to learn,” he had said. Xie Lian smiled when thinking back on it. He's too good to him. Yin Yu had eventually interrupted them, saying that there was something Hua Cheng had to handle. Something about the ‘God of the East' and ‘he's been captured'. He doesn't know who the Eastern God is, and he doesn't really care. He's heard of heavenly officials messing around in Ghost City, and he's certain that San Lang would have to deal with them occasionally; but why would he need to capture them? Unless they did something wrong, of course. He shook his head. It's not really something he should worry about. What's more important right now, is practicing his sign. When San Lang gets back, Xie Lian wants to have a conversation. A real one, not him mouthing single words hoping that the other man would understand. No, he wants to actually talk. He's already pretty confident in his ability to converse - seeing as they went through all the books, and his ability to retain knowledge - and while there are signs he can't do, he can still have a small conversation. He just wants his arms to work again. He flexed his wrists, rolling them and hyping himself up. He's going to try and move his arms. First, he tried to bend his elbow - since that seemed as good a place to start as any - and was able to lift his hand just a little bit before the weight became too much. He attempted the same with his other hand, and was able to get a bit further than the other arm. So for now, he should place more focus on the weaker arm. Noted. He started trying to lift both arms at the same time, as high as he could and as long as he could, before he could no longer hold the weight. He was only able to last a few seconds, but if he does the same exercise consistently, he'll be able to sign properly in no time. He lost track of how many times he lifted his arms while waiting for Hua Cheng to return, and he was starting to feel soreness creep in when he heard a loud bang! He jumped, instinctively trying to curl up to hide away from the cause of the noise. He didn't know what it was. Was San Lang in danger? Was something going to come and get him? Is Xie Lian still safe, or will he be put back in there? His breathing sped up and his vision blurred. He didn't want to go back there. It's been so peaceful, and he truly won't survive if he's put back in there again. He shuddered, his memories being filled with blood, so much blood, but not enough air, he needs air. He has to get rid of the stake so he can breathe properly, it hurts, it hurts it hurts, it hurts!- A gentle but rushed chiming reached his ears, along with hurried footsteps. It sounded comforting.
It was nothing like the grating of his nails on the coffin.
“Gege?” Xie Lian opened his eyes - when did he close them? - and lifted his head. <...San Lang?> He mouthed shakily. His fingers were trembling. Hua Cheng rushed over to him. “Gege, what happened?” <Loud noise. Scared.> Hua Cheng pulled him into a tight hug. “This lowly one is sorry. I didn't know you would be able to hear it.” Xie Lian pressed his forehead to Hua Cheng's shoulder and whimpered brokenly. It hurt to whimper. Everything always hurts, even if it shouldn't. Hua Cheng shifted Xie Lian, moving him into his arms and walked out of the library. Xie Lian closed his eyes. It felt too bright. He wants to hide away in the darkness. The chiming that accompanied every one of Hua Cheng's steps was relieving. Every soft jingle helped bring him out of his own mind. By the time they had reached their destination, Xie Lian was largely okay, although still a little shaken. The man holding him walked in the room, and Xie Lian cracked his eyes open and found that it was a bedroom. A crazy luxurious bedroom. Who needs a bed that big? It could fit at least 10 people, maybe even 15. Hua Cheng waved a hand, and butterflies surrounded them as they approached the bed. “Does gege need anything? Whatever he wants, this lowly one will get.” He wants to be held. <Hug?> Hua Cheng's eye widened. “Of course.” Hua Cheng did a little wiggle to get to the middle of the bed, then kicked the blankets back. He laid down, Xie Lian still in his arms, and commanded the butterflies to bring the blankets up and over them. Xie Lian sighed in satisfaction, the corner of his lips just barely tugging upwards. It was warm. Xie Lian's head was gently tucked under Hua Cheng's chin, and he could hear a heartbeat underneath his ear. It was definitely fake, seeing as ghosts don't have a heartbeat, but it was nice. He was asleep within seconds. — “Lang Qianqiu. To what do I owe the trouble?” Hua Cheng watched as the stupid god spat out blood, his wrists dripping blood from where he was chained to the wall. “You stole my Guoshi. He was supposed to stay in that coffin for the rest of time!” He hummed. Eming was looking mighty fine for once. Maybe he can use it for some… fun. “The heavens are looking for him as we speak. If you think that you can hide him any longer, then think again. No one wants the ghost of my Guoshi on the loose.” “And what makes you so certain that I have your Guoshi?” Hua Cheng asked. Lang Qianqiu struggled against his bindings and yelled, “who else is crazy enough to want to team up with a monster such as him?!” Hua Cheng was done playing. “Why did you lock your Guoshi in a three layered coffin?” The chained man's face twisted in anger. “He deserved it! He murdered my ENTIRE FAMILY! HE DIDN'T DESERVE TO LIVE ANY LONGER!” Hua Cheng saw red. He kicked Lang Qianqiu's head into the dungeon cell, hard. Hard enough to create a loud bang! and almost kick the official's head clean off. From one of his butterflies, he saw Xie Lian jump at the sound, curling in on himself. As he tuned into the butterfly more closely, he could hear Xie Lian's breathing speed up to an unhealthy level, and saw how his eyes were watery. A few salty droplets fell down his cheek. He mentally beat himself up. He should've known that he wasn't far enough away! Now he's scared His Highness, and he might want to leave, or get rid of him, or- or something! He immediately rolled his dice to arrive in the hallway that lead to the library, striding towards the door. He entered, and froze for a second. While the butterflies were very good at conveying what was in front of them, seeing Xie Lian's state in person was even more of a blow that he thought. “Gege?” — Yin Yu sighed. He really didn't want to manage the Den again. It was always too loud for his comfort, and recently there have been many officials that he recognized from his brief time as a god. He did not want to talk to them again. Maybe he can find something else to do. There's always paperwork to be done, ghosts to be tortured, things to investigate. No, none of those sound fun right now. Maybe he can just do some cleaning. He's always found cleaning to be calming. Repetitive motions have always soothed him. Wait no, he can't clean. He has to schedule a time for Chengzhu and His Highness to meet Lu Yi again. It's about time for her next visit anyway. He sighed, and pulled out some dice from his robes. Hopefully his luck will hold up today. He really doesn't want to stumble across those giant earthworms again. A shudder passed through him. That day sucked. He rolled the dice, held his breath, and breathed out in relief when he rolled a double six. He walked forward, his surroundings changing to a medical clinic, with Lu Yi sitting at a desk, mixing some type of potion. “Lu Yi.” He greeted. She jumped, and turned around. “W-Waning Moon! You scared me. Is there anything you need?” Yin Yu nodded. “Chengzhu and His Highness would like to schedule another appointment.” The ghost's face lit up in understanding. “Oh, I see. Will the day after tomorrow work? Around noon? That's the only time I'm available for a while.” Yin Yu nodded. He couldn't think of anything important, and if there was anything conflicting in Hua Cheng's schedule then surely Lu Yi will take precedence. “I will fetch you at noon then.” She smiled. “I'll see you in a couple days.” Yin Yu went back through the array, closing it behind him.
Chengzhu, the next visit with Lu Yi has been scheduled. The day after tomorrow at noon.
He got no response. He wandered around Paradise Manor, looking for the ghost king. He was fairly certain that they were still here, it was just a matter of finding them. He finally located them when he pokes his head into Hua room, and saw two human shaped lumps lying together under the covers, fast asleep. He gingerly closed the door, and went to his office to do some paperwork. Before he got started, he left a note in Hua Cheng's office, explaining when they were meeting with Lu Yi. Then he got started on the paperwork. Thank goodness he can read this calligraphy. He called for a few ghosts to come into the office, and instructed them to spread rumors about Guoshi Fangxin being kept in Paradise Manor. Hopefully that's all the direct orders Hua Cheng gave to him. If it's not, then he'll find out eventually. Probably not in a good way, but he won't be killed, so that's a bonus.
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“Ming Xiong~” He Xuan internally smiled. On the outside, he was an introverted little bitch, but when Shi Qingxuan lunged at him with a ferocious hug, he couldn't resist a little smile peeking through his defenses. “Ming Xiong, you can at least hug your best friend back.” He Xuan huffed. “I don't have a best friend.” She scoffed in offense. “What do you mean?! I'm your best friend!” He Xuan just stayed silent. “Okay well, I'm just going to assume that you still love me and want to be friends with me.” Shi Qingxuan grabbed his arm and started pulling him towards the exit to heaven. “We, are going to go do something in the mortal realm.” She explained. He Xuan nodded. “Like what?” Her face lit up. “Oh! I was gonna answer a few prayers, and then take you shopping! And then we can just hang out at your place.” “By ‘my place', I'm assuming you mean the manor?” She nodded. “Yup!” He Xuan hummed in response. They finally arrived at the gates to heaven, and they shared a look before jumping off. Shi Qingxuan waved her fan, and they began falling at a faster, yet controlled speed. He Xuan has always liked the wind. The way that it created waves in the water, the way it propels ships through the ocean. It was enchanting. They landed in Yong'an, a very dry part of Yong'an. It's probably in the area next to Banyue. Haven't Banyue and Yong'an been fighting? Shi Qingxuan snapped her fan closed. “Alright, Ming Xiong. Let's put on some disguises.” She wiggled her eyebrows in Her Xuan's direction. He rolled his eyes, and then transformed into his female form. Shi Qingxuan did a little squeal, accompanied by a little jump before she pressed a soft kiss to He Xuan's cheek. “Alright, He Xiong as usual?” She nodded, and watched and Shi Qingxuan changed her form to something more humble. “ We are going to investigate the tomb that heaven has been talking about.” He Xuan froze. “He Xiong?” “It doesn't look pretty.” “So you went there without me?” How is he going to get out of this… he doesn't really want to explain anything about Xie Lian out in the open like this, where literally any god could be eavesdropping.
Loan Shark. Can I tell Qingxuan about His Highness?
“He Xionggg, don't ignore me!”
Bring them to the manor.
“Qingxuan, can we go somewhere first? I need to meet with someone.” Her eyes widened. Is it Hua Cheng? She asked in their private array.
It is. He'll help me explain about the tomb.
“Alright He Xiong, will you draw an array? I don't actually know where we'll be going, so.” He Xuan nodded, and she moved to the closest wall to start drawing. “If He Xiong needs to meet with someone, has she made a new friend?” Shi Qingxuan asked, placing the back of her hand on her forehead. “I'll have to share her with someone else. What is this one going to do?” He Xuan just shook her head. “You'll still be my Qingxuan.” Oh shit, wait she wasn't supposed to say that. Fuck. “ Aww , I am your Qingxuan. I'll always be your Qingxuan.” She finally finished the array, and ignored Shi Qingxuan as she stepped through into the main hall of Paradise Manor. The other girl squeaked and quickly followed. They were both met by Yin Yu, who had his mask off. He smiled and greeted them. “He Xuan, Qingxuan. Welcome.” He Xuan just grunted, while Shi Qingxuan tapped her fan, making a ‘tsk’ sound and walking up to give Yin Yu a hug. “Yu-ge, you don't have to be so formal. We're friends, aren't we?” She pulled away, and smiled at the man. Yin Yu just nodded, before leading them to the library. There, they found Hua Cheng poring over some books, his silver butterflies providing light (since it's normally quite dim in Ghost City). Shi Qingxuan rushed up to him, and bowled him over with a hug. “A-Cheng! We haven't seen each other in forever!” Hua Cheng didn't hug her back, but he didn't push her away; but when he caught He Xuan's piercing gaze, he raised his arms and encircled the Wind Master's back.
Let. go.
And why would I do that?
He Xuan grumbled, before walking over and placing a hand on Shi Qingxuan's shoulder. “Qingxuan, come on. You wanted to know what the tomb was about, right?” Hua Cheng tensed at the mention of it. He let go of the other, before putting the books off to the side. Shi Qingxuan pulled back, and sat facing Hua Cheng. He Xuan went to sit next to her, changing to his ghost king form as he did so. When Shi Qingxuan saw this, she smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Hua Cheng cleared his throat. The soft smile that had found its way into He Xuan's face promptly disappeared. “Oh relax Fishface. Qingxuan isn't that annoyed at me, so surely I can't be that bad.” “You definitely can be that bad.” He muttered underneath his breath.” “He Xiong, be nice.” He Xuan opened his mouth to speak, but with another look from the Wind Master he quickly shut his mouth. “Okay, A-Cheng. What's all this about the tomb? Why do you know about it? I mean, the heavens are currently blaming you, but the Hua Cheng I know wouldn't really do that.” The other ghost king took an almost imperceptible breath. “First, whatever happens in this room, stays in this room. None of the information shared here can be shared with anyone else.” Shi Qingxuan nodded. “Second, it was me, but for a very good reason. Heaven is good at blowing things out of proportion, and it's the same with this situation.” He Xuan scoffed. “Get on with it. We have stuff we want to do.” Hua Cheng stuck his tongue out at He Xuan, before turning back to Shi Qingxuan. “Yes, I did take Guoshi Fangxin out of his grave. But he was not a resentful spirit.” “Wait, where did all the resentful energy come from?” “The suffering. Pure, unfiltered suffering. It created resentful energy surrounding the coffin.” “How would he have been suffering? Wasn't he supposed to be dead?” Shi Qingxuan asked hesitantly, almost afraid of the answer. “... He was never dead.” He Xuan brought the Wind Master to his side, hugging her as she gasped. “Never dead…? How...” Hua Cheng squinted his eye shut. “He's unable to die. Two cursed shackles prevent him from dying, keeping him in a state of constant torment for 100 years.” Shi Qingxuan shot up, her eyes wide. “Two shackles?! Is Guoshi Fangxin the God of Misfortune?!” Hua Cheng slammed his hand down on the desk, causing the Wind Master to jump. “He is not the God of Misfortune. He is the Flower Crowned Martial God, His Highness Xie Lian.” Hua Cheng leaned forward, singular black eye staring intensely at Shi Qingxuan's. “If I ever hear you refer to him as that again, He Xuan better be ready to mourn. Your. Death.” He Xuan growled. “You better not. I'd see you dead before you ever touch Qingxuan.” Hua Cheng huffed, crossing his arms and staring He Xuan down. “You'd be dead before you even got the chance.” Two hands came in between them, pushing the ghost king's apart from where they had started to lean forward. “Enough! No one is killing anyone. That would make me sad, and we can't have that, now can we?” They both slowly nodded. “Good. Now, how is he doing then? I heard from the two southern generals that there was a bloody stake found.” “He's recovering. He's doing much better than when I found him again.” “Again? Have you been looking for him?” Hua Cheng nodded minutely. “For how long?” She asked, her face revealing her curiosity. Hua Cheng opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He opened and closed his mouth like one of He Xuan's home fish. He rolled his eyes. “600 years.” “ What?! Do you love him?” Hua Cheng cheeks slightly colored and he nodded happily. “You can't tell him though. He doesn't need to know.” Shi Qingxuan grasped both of the other man's shoulders, leaning out of He Xuan's embrace. “Hua Cheng. Crimson Rain Sought Flower. You will tell him. You will . I will make you tell him if it's the last thing I ever do on this earth.” Hua Cheng stared at her for a long while before nodding. Shi Qingxuan nodded, then pulled away. “Good. I'll be holding you accountable.” “Can I meet His Highness?” The Wind Master asked. Hua Cheng must've been going through it, He Xuan noted. It looks like his brain was just crushed down to mush. “... only if he's okay with it.” Shi Qingxuan clapped her hands together in joy. “Yay! Would you be willing to ask?” In response, Hua Cheng stood and pulled out his dice, rolling them and disappearing. — Xie Lian was practicing his signs when he heard the soft chiming he's grown to associate his San Lang with. He immediately smiled. He watched as the door opened, the light flooding into the dim room highlighting the man in red. With effort, Xie Lian lifted his wrist and waved his hand. Hua Cheng waved back and walked over. He sat next to him and spoke. “Gege, one of my friends wants to meet you.” Xie Lian's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. Hua Cheng immediately started to backtrack, saying that he doesn't have to meet them if he doesn't want to, that he shouldn't have presumed to think he would want to meet them, blah blah blah. Xie Lian interrupted his spiel. <San Lang has more than one friend?> He signed teasingly. Hua Cheng immediately stopped. He let out a sigh and shook his head. “And here I thought I had done something wrong.” Xie Lian immediately shook his head. <San Lang could never. He's always too good to me.> He watched as Hua Cheng scoffed. “There's no such thing as ‘too good' for gege.” <Anyways, I'd like to meet this new friend of yours.> Xie Lian dropped his arms, having exhausted their strength. Even after having recovered the ability to lift and use them, it was still a struggle to have long conversations; especially since he had been practicing before Hua Cheng came in. Hua Cheng nodded, then slipped his arms underneath Xie Lian. He was lifted up, his check resting against the silver necklace sitting against Hua Cheng's chest. As they walked out of the room, Xie Lian realized something. How is he going to talk? His arms are too tired, mouthing isn't very accurate, and he still can't speak. Even though it's been a few months since he got out, the initial diagnosis from Lu Yi about the scars never fading must've been true. And that includes his throat. Sometimes he regrets screaming as much as he did. He may never recover the ability to speak. Xie Lian's ears perked up as they got closer to the library. He could hear two people talking, one male and one female; the male voice was familiar. He looked up at Hua Cheng and mouthed < friends?> Hua Cheng nodded, then walked into the library. They navigated around the bookshelves, the voices growing ever closer until Xie Lian finally saw them. He Xuan was there, but there was an unfamiliar person sitting in his lap. He's pretty sure that she is the ‘new friend’ San Lang has mentioned. She's very beautiful , he noted. Her face was what people would call attractive; and while some might even be drawn to the sight, Xie Lian doesn't feel the pull. The woman didn't notice them at first, but He Xuan did and his face turned as they approached. This caused the woman to turn as well, and her eyes lit up. “Are you Hua Cheng's friend?” She asked, standing up and rushing over. Xie Lian nodded, and offered her a small smile. “I'm Shi Qingxuan, the Wind Master. I'm also He Xuan's partner!” Shi Qingxuan grasped one of his hands with hers, and he was acutely aware of how skinny his hands were, and how bony they must feel. His smile faltered. Shi Qingxuan quickly let go. “I'm so sorry, did I squeeze too hard? I totally did, I'm so sorry! I can hug instead if that's better?” Xie Lian shook his head, fixing his smile onto his face. < Good.> Shi Qingxuan sighed in relief. “Thank goodness. I thought I did something terrible with how your smile dropped like that.” Xie Lian hardened his resolve to hide his emotions from showing on his face. Hua Cheng stepped forward, the chains on his boots jingling as he made his way towards where He Xuan was sitting at a table. Shi Qingxuan followed, her steps graceful and flowy. “So, I heard that A-Cheng here found you.” <A-Cheng , huh ?> Xie Lian looked up at Hua Cheng, a teasing smile on his face. “Gege, it's not my fault she calls me that. I've told her that we're not friends.” The woman in question scoffed. “We're friends and you know it.” “Depends on your definition of friends .” “So Hua Cheng said your name was Xie Lian. Can I call you A-Lian?” Xie Lian froze. Hua Cheng should not know who he really is. The memory of him calling him His Highness suddenly took up a lot of space in his mind. Hua Cheng also tensed up at the mention of his name. He knows. He knows. Hua Cheng knows, he knows who he is, he must know about what he did to his kingdom. He knows that he's a god of misfortune, twice shackled and the laughing stock of the heavens. “-ge? Are you okay?” It might just be him, but the words he's speaking sound strained, almost as if he's trying to keep his composure. Xie Lian nodded. < Fine.> He watched as his vision refocused - when did they unfocus? - and saw Shi Qingxuan from the corner of his eye looking terrified. He realized why when he felt the killing intent in the room, none of it directed at him but still overwhelming. It was coming from Hua Cheng. Xie Lian shrunk back, hiding in Hua Cheng’s chest, a strangled whimper escaping from his scarred throat. If you were to compare it to something, it sounds like a dying pig. The murderous intent immediately rescinded. “Sorry gege. I lost control.” < ...It’s okay.> Hua Cheng pursed his lips, eyebrows slightly furrowed. “Is gege sure?” He nodded, choosing to stay silent. Hua Cheng’s gaze lingered on Xie Lian’s face, as if trying to parse his thoughts. He turned away after a second, addressing the two others in the room. He Xuan seemed annoyed, glowering in the darkness as he was. Shi Qingxuan was pale, but decided that the awkward silence must’ve been too much, because she immediately started chatting away. “Ahahhaa so A-Lian” - A-Lian. - “I hope you’ve been recovering well, hahaha. How have you been doing?” < Okay.> “Oh haha that’s good. Has A-Cheng been good to you? If not, we’ll be having some words.” Xie Lian glanced up at Hua Cheng, and he’s pretty sure that the man’s silver butterflies must’ve entered his stomach somehow. He was wearing a small smirk, staring the Wind master down confidently. “I’d like to see you try.” She huffed, crossing her arms and turned her head away. “I’m married to a ghost king. I can do some things, believe it or not. Having a discussion with you would be easy.” Xie Lian zoned out with their easy banter in the background, sounding all too much like Feng Xin and Mu Qing. In fact, when he was still that golden, naive prince, he would often do his serious thinking while they bickered in the background. Strangely, it helped him focus. The bickering in the background helps him now. Hua Cheng knows who he is. He knows that he’s the prince of Xianle; and he surely knows that he’s a banished god. He’s seen his cursed shackles. Hua Cheng is the one who's been bathing him, since he can’t do it on his own yet. That thought made Xie Lian internally wince. That means he’s seen his emaciated body. His ugly , starved body. He can probably see the outline of his organs protruding through his skin. What is he going to do? He’s powerless. He can’t escape. Hua Cheng must surely want something from him. He won’t be able to escape. He’s never able to escape. Not on the altar, and not from the coffin.
He can still remember attempting to shove the lid off, to no avail.
His breath ever so slightly sped up. Even if Hua Cheng wanted him to escape, with Ghost City surrounding him in Paradise Manor and the endless wilderness surrounding the house, he has no chance. Hua Cheng has to want something from him. An atrocious thought entered his mind. What if he only saved him in order to have his way with him? If he knows who he really is, then he’s heard of his beauty. People on the streets have attempted to get him in their beds, but he’s always been able to run. He won’t be able to run this time. He’s heard of people being kidnapped and sexually attacked before. What if that is why Hua Cheng saved him in the first place? He could no longer hear the others bickering in the background, too aware of the places he was touching the man holding him. He felt him scoff, and he squinted his eyes shut while curling in on himself. He doesn’t want to see what will happen to him. He felt Hua Cheng freeze, and for a few terrifying seconds he thought something was going to happen, but then he felt the man briskly start walking. He’s being taken somewhere. Where is he going? He’s going to die. He’s going to lose his cultivation. He’s going to be harmed with no way to recover. He wants to be back in the coffin. He wants to go back. Please, take him back. He’d rather be stuck in there for eternity than lose all his cultivation.
Feng Xin, Mu Qing, I don’t want to be here anymore. Please. Hua Cheng wants something from me, I’m trapped in Paradise Manor. Please help. Please. I’m begging you. I don’t want to be here anymore. Save me, get me out, anything. Dump me in the streets after, lock me up, I don’t care. Just get me out.
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Hua Cheng was so confused. His Highness was doing fine before they went to meet the Wind Master, but in the middle of the meeting he suddenly went still, almost as if he was petrified by fear. What makes it even worse, was that he froze right after Shi Qingxuan said His Highness’ name. Xie Lian doesn’t know that Hua Cheng knows his name. He doesn’t know that Hua Cheng is Wu Ming, he doesn’t know that he was Hong’er, he doesn’t know that he was the soldier on Beizi hill. His Highness probably doesn’t want to be around him anymore. What if he tries to leave? He would strongly discourage it, of course, but he doesn’t want to go against His Highness’ wishes. After dismissing Fishface and Shi Qingxuan, he had taken Xie Lian to his room in Paradise Manor. He tried to ask what was wrong, but His Highness stayed silent, eyes tightly squinted shut. He could see his lips moving ever so slightly, but it wasn’t enough to figure out what he was saying. He was fairly certain that he had seen ‘trapped’ and ‘begging’ among what he was saying. Was he begging to not be trapped anymore? What was going through his God’s mind? Hua Cheng wants to help, but he doesn’t know how. It makes him feel worthless. He decided that the best course of action was to give him space, so he decided to go back into the library where He Xuan and Shi Qingxuan still were, apparently. He thought he told them to leave. “Why are you two still here?” Hua Cheng asked, appearing next to them. Shi Qingxuan jumped. “You can’t just do that! You almost scared me to death, that was terrifying!” Hua Cheng smirked. “Mission accomplished.” He Xuan just sighed. “Leave my wife alone. Don’t torment her because you feel bad about your prince.” Damn. Hit it right on the head. Hua Cheng exhaled sharply. “I don’t know what I did. He was okay beforehand. His normal, perfect self.” Shi Qingxuan smiled. “His ‘perfect self’! You two are perfect for each other.” “Thank you Qingxuan.” Hua Cheng said sarcastically. “I live for your approval.” He even added a little bow to add to his sarcastic expression. Shi Qingxuan scoffed. “Now don’t be like that. You do realize that if you get married, I have to approve of them first?” He raised an eyebrow. “Since when was that a thing?” The Wind Master proudly placed her hands on her hips. “Since today!” He Xuan chuckled. Hua Cheng glared at him. “Not a word from you.” The other man shrugged. “Word.” Hua Cheng is disappointed. Shi Qingxuan just laughed. Hua Cheng sat down as the other two started… whatever it was that they were doing. He needed to replay the entire situation from earlier and figure out what went wrong. — “Xuan Zhen, Nan Yang. Have you gotten any new leads?” Feng Xin shook his head. “No, Your Majesty.” Mu Qing shook his head as well. “There have been no leads aside from Lang Qianqiu saying the tomb was his Guoshi’s.” Jun Wu sighed. “Do you know where he is?” “Unfortunately not, My Lord.” Feng Xin said, bowing his head just a smidge. He felt ashamed for some reason. It’s very hard to find someone without any idea of where they are - he speaks from experience - so he shouldn’t feel bad about it. “Keep trying to contact him in his communication array. We must get in contact with him.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” Feng Xin and Mu Qing said in rare unison. “Also, keep trying to investigate Ghost City. Our most likely culprit of the empty tomb is Crimson Rain. We must-” Feng Xin, Mu Qing, I don’t want to be here anymore. Please. Hua Cheng wants something from me, I’m trapped in Paradise Manor. Please help. Please. I’m begging you. I don’t want to be here anymore. Save me, get me out, anything. Dump me in the streets after, lock me up, I don’t care. Just get me out. Feng Xin met Mu Qing’s gaze. His eyes were wide. Feng Xin was sure that his eyes were wide as well. “Generals?” They both quickly bowed to the Emperor. “Please excuse us.” Mu Qing said. “We just got an urgent prayer, and we must go handle it immediately.” The Emperor’s brow twitched ever so slightly. “You’re dismissed. We will finish this discussion when you return.” The pair bowed again, before they quickly strode out of the Palace of Divine Might. Their steps were quick, barely even touching the ground even though they weren’t running. They immediately descended to the mortal realm, to the most popular entrance to Ghost City. They landed by a graveyard, and started walking towards the entrance. It was perfectly silent, until Feng Xin finally couldn’t handle it anymore. “Was that His Highness?” Mu Qing clenched his jaw. “It definitely sounded like it.” “Why would Crimson Rain want him? What happened? How come he was able to find him before we did?” Mu Qing shook his head. “There’s no way for us to know unless we hurry the fuck up and get him out of there.” Feng Xin clenched his fist. “We don’t know how to get into Paradise Manor, let alone find where His Highness is.” “We can disguise ourselves as a servant, we can change forms and turn into a bird, there’s lots of options.” Feng Xin snickered. Imagining Mu Qing as a tiny little bird was funny. Mu Qing slapped him. “There is nothing funny about this situation.” Feng Xin raised his hands into the air. “I was imagining you as a little bird, cut me some slack! At least I didn’t imagine you as a servant!” The other’s gaze darkened, and he looked like he wanted to bite back with a retort. “We need to save him, so stop messing around. I thought that as his personal guard, you would be more concerned with his safety.” Feng Xin’s face turned red. “Shut up! Let’s just get going! We need to disguise our energy, we’re almost there.” Mu Qing rolled his eyes. “Obviously. Did you not hear me say ‘ disguise’ ? ” He wanted to punch Mu Qing so bad. Curse him and his stupid inferiority complex. Instead of pummeling him into the ground, Feng Xin disguised his heavenly energy, and watched as Mu Qing did the same, only with a new skin. This one’s skin was rotting, and he had a ratty cat tail that matched some black ears on his head. Feng Xin followed suit, changing into a skin that resembled a wet dog. His skin wasn’t as rotted, but it wasn’t pretty to look at either. He took more of a brash appearance, the wet dog tail looking thin, matching his hair. He didn’t add any ears. “A dog. How creative.” “Well, it’s not like you did something better! Who the fuck likes cats?” Mu Qing stayed silent. “You like cats don’t you.” “No I do not. They shed, they smell, they constantly beg for attention, and they think that they are at the top of the world.” “...So, like you?” “Shut up. We have stuff to do.” “If that’s what Mu Qing the cat wants, what else am I supposed to do?” Mu Qing slapped him. For the second time in the past five minutes. “Let’s go.” They walked in silence towards Ghost City’s main entrance for a while, until they heard voices up ahead. “I heard that Chengzhu found another ghost to appoint as an officer, like Waning Moon.” “Really? He wasn’t appointed too long ago. Wasn’t it only 50 or so years ago? There’s no way he’s getting another officer.” A new voice spoke up. “I heard that he found a ghost fire in a coffin, and is making it stronger.” Now that was interesting. He met Mu Qing’s eyes - which didn’t change into cat eyes, they were already cat-like enough - and pursed his lips. They walked faster and joined the conversation. “A ghost fire?” Feng Xin snickered. Mu Qing’s voice sounded terrible in this new form. The man in question eyed him. The ghosts in front of them turned around, eager to spill the tea. “Oh yes! Some of the servants at the manor say that they saw him carrying a man around, and helping him get stronger.” “What did the man look like?” Feng Xin asked. “Oh, Chengzhu? He’s hot, tall, smart, and all the red makes me think he’s getting married -” “No, the man he was carrying!” Feng Xin quickly corrected. He didn’t need to hear some random ghost simping over the man who has His Highness captive. “Oh.” The ghost said, much less energetic. “I think they said he had brown hair, with a pretty face. He wasn’t able to do anything himself, so Chengzhu helped him do things.” Feng Xin and Mu Qing shared another look. That was exactly what His Highness looked like. At least, that’s what he looked like the last time they saw each other. Feng Xin’s chest tightened at the memory of how they last parted. Xie Lian must’ve been desperate when he prayed to them. He most definitely hates them. “Where did the man come from?” Mu Qing asked. A different ghost spoke up. “Some think that he was Fangxin, and Chengzhu wants him to work for him. Something about his power is what they’re saying.” “Didn’t Fangxin escape recently?” Feng Xin asked. The same ghost from before did a little jump. “He did! I went to see his tomb, and he wasn’t there! I could meet him if only Chengzhu didn’t lock him away.”
Lock him away? Mu Qing, what if His Highness is Fangxin?
He heard a little acknowledging sound from the array. It’s possible, with what’s been said so far. We’ll have to ask him. “Oh yes!” another ghost exclaimed. “I want to ask him how I can murder someone with as much flair as he did.” The group of ghosts started talking amongst themselves, about revenge against family, friends, and Feng Xin thought he heard mention of revenge against a cultivation clan.
Mu Qing, we need a plan.
I already said what the plan was. Disguise ourselves, sneak in, find His Highness, then get out.
He could see Mu Qing rolling his eyes at him
Yeah, but how do we know that Paradise Manor doesn’t have security measures? Some kind of disguise destroying array? We need a better plan.
We won’t know anything unless we ask around. We’ll spend some time gathering information in Ghost City, talk to a few ghosts from last time, and then meet up outside the manor. There’s nothing else to do.
Feng Xin was about to respond, but he stopped when they were suddenly in Ghost City. He hates how you just appear there after a while. It’s so off-putting. He turned to where Mu Qing was, but wasn’t able to find him. “Fuck.” That’s another thing about Ghost City. Some people get split up when they enter. He thinks that it’s because of the magic hiding Ghost City from the mortal realm, and sometimes it flukes and splits groups up. Well, he shouldn’t spend his energy on looking for the other general. He needs to gather information. It might not be his strong suit, but this is a matter of life and death. Hua Cheng has Xie Lian captive, and he has to save him. It’s his duty. — Damn it, his array isn’t working. Mu Qing sighed. A ghost bumped into him, and started cursing him out with some very… creative insults. Right now, he couldn’t care less. He just rolled his eyes and walked away. “Hey! Get back ‘ere!” Mu Qing pointedly looked back and shook his head no while rolling his eyes aggressively. “Keep rolling your eyes, floccinaucinihilipilification!” The surrounding ghosts laughed. Keep calm. It’s not like back then. “Are you just going to fucking ignore me?” “Of course he is! He’s walking like he’s Chengzhu!” Everyone on the street collectively fake heaved. “We gotta tell Chengzhu!” One of the ghosts exclaimed, with a few gills on its neck. How do those even work? “We can’t have two chengzhus walkin’ around!”
Shit, shit shit shit no no nonononono!
Mu Qing broke into a run. He can’t be fucking caught by Hua Cheng right now! He has to save His Highness! He might’ve hated him, but he still gave Mu Qing a good life. He heard pounding footsteps coming towards him, the ghosts chanting “get him!” over and over again with growing enthusiasm the closer they got. He turned a corner, only to see more ghosts turn their heads towards him, and hearing the pursuing ghosts decided to follow suit. Mu Qing jumped up onto one of the roofs, hoping that no ghosts would be able to get him up here. He heard a loud creak, and then exclamations from down below. “THE BUILDING IS GOING TO FUCKING FALL!! MY STALL IS GONNA BE DESTROYED!” What the fuck? He hasn’t had the best luck in life, but it’s never been this bad before. Stupid fucking array, work! He yelled angrily in their array. - worms, worms, delicious wonderful worms! Mu Qing’s eyes widened. Feng Xin, can you hear me?
Dead worms. Mu Qing I found dead worms.
He froze. Why did he have dead worms, and why the fuck did he know that they were delicious?
Dead… worms?
Nice ‘n slimy! Shaken and stirred! Gotta dash!
Feng Xin, come back! What the fuck happened to you?
LET’S SNIFF IT IN THE BUTT!
Mu Qing winced from the loud shout in his array. Oh shit wait he’s on a falling building. The building finally tipped, and brought Mu Qing along with it, and even though he was on the top, he somehow managed to get buried underneath all the rubble. All of it. But he’s more concerned about Feng Xin, even though he would rather die before admitting it. Why is he sniffing butts? Why is he eating worms? Why are the worms tasty? He winced when a wooden plank slapped against his head, making his ratty cat ears ring and feel like something was stabbing it. Wait there is something stabbing it.
Feng Xin, we are sniffing no butts. You are going to come get me out of this stupid trash pile and then we are going to infiltrate Paradise Manor even if we don’t have any information. Get over here right now.
He heard a loud rumbling. It was shaking the streets, causing ghosts to panic. “FENG NUMERO UNO XIN, HERE IN THE FLESH!” Mu Qing was so done. Did Feng Xin get drunk? He can smell the alcohol from here. They were only apart for maybe 10 minutes. How is he already this drunk? Their last venture into Ghost City didn’t go nearly half this bad. They were only investigating rumors surrounding Fangxin. They were only asking around about Paradise Manor today, and yet everything was going wrong. He’s stuck underneath a building, and Feng Xin is drunk and reciting oddly poetic lines while doing what sounded like… dance steps? “The empty flower pot represents the state of my heart.” Then he heard a thud, and everything went dead silent. Nothing, not a sound. He was certain that there were at least a couple hundred ghosts surrounding where he was, and yet not a single one was making a sound. Neither was Feng Xin. What the fuck is happening out there? He’s never heard of Ghost City being silent before. It just wasn't something that happened. Then, he heard it . He’s going to die isn’t he? — Xie Lian heard a loud crash, making him flinch hard. He was currently alone in the large room, surrounded by darkness (once it was comforting. Now it just feels like the room is closing in around him, like the coffin.) He had been placed against a wall of pillows by the head of the bed, and had stared as Hua Cheng left the room, but not before he had said “gege, if you ever need something, you can ask. It is my absolute pleasure to get it for you.” He wasn’t really paying attention. He had zoned out in anticipation of the event to come. It never happened. Eventually he had started to come out of it, and he had intended to do it slowly, but then the crash erupted throughout the air, almost sending him into panic mode. He hurriedly turned his head around, making sure that Hua Cheng wasn’t in the room. Thankfully he wasn’t. (He didn’t notice the butterfly in his robes.) But it made him wonder. What was that crash? Was it his old friends? God, he hopes it is. He wants to get out. This room feels too small, he feels trapped; he literally is trapped. He’s unable to move, he can barely speak. He can’t do anything for himself. He can’t get away. He heard a knock on the door, and tensed up. “Chengzhu has ordered me to look after you. You can mouth or sign, I can understand both.” He watched as Yin Yu entered the room with a tray carrying a couple bowls of soup on it. <What does he want from me?> Yin Yu stopped mid step. “...He doesn’t want anything from you. He just wants to make you comfortable. Yeah, right. <He knows who I am. Hua Cheng must want something from me, don’t lie.> “I’m not lying. Chengzhu just wants to help you heal.” He’s lying , Xie Lian’s brain chanted, he’s lying. Xie Lian stayed quiet as the man approached where he was sitting on the bed. “Can you eat this yourself?” Xie Lian nodded. He’s not entirely helpless, believe it or not. Yin Yu set the tray over his lap, removing one of the bowls for himself. It seemed that he took some advice from the last time they ate together. Yin Yu really is rather nice. Xie Lian reached forward - his arms were sore from all of the day's signing - and grabbed the spoon. He dipped it in the spoon, and slowly brought it up to his mouth. He couldn’t really taste it, just like how it’s been ever since he got saved. The only time that he could remember really tasting something was when he first got a taste of food. He was probably only able to taste it because he hadn’t had any food in 100 years. “Is there something wrong with the soup?” Yin Yu asked, noticing how he had paused on the way back down to the bowl. Xie Lian shook his head, and continued eating the soup with what little arm strength he had left. It was silent except for the spoons softly clicking against the bowl. It made his thoughts ever louder. He did his best to ignore them. He ate the soup until he couldn’t lift his arm anymore, and the spoon fell from his hand. Yin Yu stood up and grabbed it from where it fell onto the bed. “Would you like me to assist, or is this it for today?” Xie Lian shook his head no. < No more.> “Okay,” Yin Yu said. “I’ll take the bowls back to the kitchen.” Xie Lian watched as Yin Yu took the tray away and exited the room, then moved the covers away. He pushed himself towards the edge of the bed, and desperately prayed that his legs would be able to hold him as he tried to run. He adjusted the position of his body so that his legs were hanging off the side of the bed, and then took a deep breath. He pushed himself off the bed. And promptly crumpled to the ground, twisting his leg weird and causing a sharp burst of pain to erupt from the injured area. He gritted his teeth, staying silent. Staying with Hua Cheng must’ve softened him. Normally he would never have even felt that. He dragged himself towards the bathroom, hoping to find a place to hide from everyone in the manor. Hopefully Feng Xin and Mu Qing would know him well enough to be able to find him. They’ve always been able to find him, whenever they would play hide and seek around the palace grounds when they were kids. It was easy pickings for teasing him whenever the topic came up. Hopefully they get here soon, he thought as he struggled. He thought he could hear shouting down the hall, and he wondered who it could be. — Hua Cheng was going to kill them and then scatter their ashes. Why the fuck were the two stupid generals destroying his city? He pulled out his dice with one hand, the other holding Eming as he rolled them. Two sixes. As always. “Wait, Hua Cheng, come back! Where are you going?” Shi Qing asked, grabbing his arm to prevent him from leaving. “I’m going to murder the two generals of abandonment.” Shi Qingxuan stepped in front of him. “Before you go off and murder them, what did they do and why did they do it? A-Lian wouldn’t want his friends to die from what I saw of his personality earlier.” “Abandonment General one fucking destroyed a building, and Abandonment General two somehow got drunk and was eating the worms underneath Paradise Manor. I don’t know why the fuck they’re here, but I want them to leave. ” Shi Qingxuan let go of his arm. “Go make them leave, but don’t kill them. If the generals were A-Lian’s friends, he wouldn’t want them to die.” Hua Cheng sighed. “I won’t kill them, but I will be locking them up and giving them the torture they deserve.” He Xuan scoffed. “Don’t go too hard. You don’t want to have a war with the heavens on your hands. What would that mean for ‘His Highness’?” Hua Cheng turned on him. “Don’t speak of him in that tone. He deserves the highest respect and he will get it, whether he’s present or not .” He walked out of the room, boots jingling ominously as they echoed throughout the manor. He threw his dice up into the air, and walked out onto the street with the fallen building. The chaotic, screeching street came to an abrupt silence once they saw their Chengzhu appear in the street. They started silently pointing towards the fallen building, where Abandonment General 2 was reciting some poetry in his drunken state. Hua Cheng let go of Eming with the only requirement of keeping him alive. Eming decided that after a few silent slashes, he was going to knock the general out - keeping him relatively unharmed for His Highness - and he fell to the ground with a thud. Hua Cheng slowly walked toward the fallen pile of debris, calling Eming back to his hand. The only sound was the soft chiming of his boots. All the ghosts in the area trembled. They wanted to see their Chengzhu in action, but they were simultaneously terrified . Hua Cheng was mad. Very mad. They haven’t seen him this mad in centuries. He summoned his butterflies to dig out Abandonment General 1 from under the building, pulling him out by the disgusting tail that he had on his disguise. “The Sweeping General. What a pleasure.” Mu Qing stared at him, trying to keep his guise up but the ‘sweeping’ comment obviously got to him. “Who’re you talking ‘bout Chengzhu?” Hua Cheng glared and then forcibly removed his disguise, switching his butterflies from holding his tail to holding his stupidly silky hair. “It was the General of the Southwest!” the ghosts exclaimed. “Stupid Jun Wu, thinking that he could send his maggots into Ghost City undetected.” One ghost said, crossing her arms in annoyance. The ghosts cheered at her statement. “You two are coming with me. Heaven has no right to interfere, or I will attack back. You’re in my territory now.” Hua Cheng said, sending butterflies to dismantle Feng Xin’s disguise and carry him by his hair as well. “THE GENERAL OF THE SOUTHEAST AS WELL?!” Hua Cheng ignored the ghosts’ shock, choosing instead to lower Mu Qing to the ground and held Eming right under his chin, slightly poking his neck. “Cause any disturbance, and you will become number 34, and Ju Yang 35.” Mu Qing stayed silent, staring him down. Unfortunately, it seemed that he was actually smart enough to not say a word. Hua Cheng is going to have to change that. He pulled away and rolled his dice, and stepped through with the stupid generals and walked throughout the halls of Paradise Manor. He wanted to give them plenty of time to realize the situation they were in. “Urgh. A-Qing, why am I flying? I don’t use a sword.” Hua Cheng resisted the urge to groan. Abandonment General 2 just had to wake up. “Feng Xin, just shut up.” Apparently Feng Xin was still drunk, because his next words were both ridiculous and slurred. “Why don’t you shut up? I don’t wanna hear your sweet voice. I wanna eat it and I can't do that while you’re talking.” “What the fuck? Why would you want to eat my fucking voice ?” “So you can become human and woo His Highness.” Hua Cheng clenched his fists together, and Eming rattled angrily. “Why would I ever want to woo His Highness? I’m not gay.” “Yes you are. You’ve the gayest gay I’ve ever met. No one else is more gay.” “I just fucking told you this. I’m not gay. ” Mu Qing said, a furious glower taking place on his face. “You’re just in denial. Don’t worry, I’ll wait for you to accept your new reality.” “I TOLD YOU THAT I’M NOT FUCKING GAY! GET THAT THROUGH YOUR DUMB HEAD!” Mu Qing yelled. “WHY SHOULD I FUCKING CARE? I’M FUCKING FLYING AND IT’S GREAT SO I DON’T HAVE TO CONCERN MYSELF WITH YOU INFERIORITY COMPLEX!” Hua Cheng snorted, but Mu Qing was too angered to notice. “INFERIORITY COMPLEX? YOU ARE THE ONE WHO HAS AN INFERIORITY COMPLEX! THAT’S WHY YOU ALWAYS TRY TO UPSTAGE ME IN EVERY SINGLE LITTLE THING!” “Why would I want to upstage you? You’re more perfect than I am. You’re hot.” “Why the fuck do you think that I’m hot? I know that I am, but I don’t want you to think that.” “AHAH SO HE ADMITS TO BEING STRAIGHT!” “NO I DO NOT.” “You’re gay th-” The two bickering in the back went silent as a loud bang echoed throughout the manor, coming from Hua Cheng’s bedroom (actually Xie Lian’s). Hua Cheng’s eye widened, and he rushed towards the sound, worry filling his chest. The butterflies followed him, dragging the two generals on the ground and messing up the carpet. Which is okay, because he can just instruct a servant to fix it. What matters is His Highness, nothing else. Not even his long awaited revenge against the two abandonment generals. He reached the door, and threw it open, finding His Highness stuck on the ground next to a fallen table that was dangerously close to Xie Lian’s head. His leg was bent at a weird angle, and seemed to be swelling. He looked terrified, whipping his head around to see Hua Cheng standing in the doorway. Then his eyes caught on the two figures being dragged behind him. His eyes widened, and lips parted. “Your Highness!” Mu Qing yelled. < Mu Qing…? You actually came?> Mu Qing saw that he seemed to be unable to speak, and glared at Hua Cheng. “Of course I actually came. What else was I supposed to do? Leave you here?” Xie Lian nodded slowly, his eyes tracking Hua Cheng’s every move warily. Just what did he do…? His Highness should never have to be scared of him. Never. He won’t be like Bai Wuxiang. Hua Cheng took a step forward, and dread pooled in his gut when His Highness flinched. “Gege, I’m just going to help you up. Is that okay?” Xie Lian shook his head no. He glanced behind him. “Can they help you up?” Hua Cheng asked. He really, really didn’t want them to touch His Highness, but if Xie Lian didn’t want him to touch Him, then they were the next best option. At least he knows that they won’t immediately try to murder him, based on what Xie Lian mouthed earlier. Xie Lian nodded. Hua Cheng stepped outside, sending the butterflies carrying the two generals over and dropping them on the ground. Mu Qing immediately picked Xie Lian up, and turned around to face Hua Cheng. “What did you do to him?” “Me?” Hua Cheng asked. “I didn’t do anything to His Highness. I rescued him.” “ From what?” Feng Xin asked, all drunkenness gone in face of the situation. “That’s none of your concern.” The man in Mu Qing’s arms arduously brought his hand up to grasp the other’s robes. < Coffin.> He mouthed. “You were stuck in a coffin?!” Feng Xin exclaimed, sharing a look with Mu Qing. Xie Lian nodded. “Fangxin?” Mu Qing asked quietly. Xie Lian’s eyes darted to Mu Qing’s in the way that someone would react when their name is called. “Oh my god.” Feng Xin whispered quietly. “That fucking Lang Qianqiu, I’m going to kill him. ” Xie Lian frantically shook his head no. No no no. He can’t let that happen. Qianqiu doesn’t deserve to die just because he took his rightful revenge. “Your Highness, I won't, I promise. But can I beat him up a little bit?” This time, it was Hua Cheng who shook his head no. “He’s not in a very good state to be beat up.” “And why do you know that?” Mu Qing asked accusingly. “Simple.” Hua Cheng crossed his arms. “He’s in my dungeon.” “YOU HAVE A HEAVENLY OFFICIAL IN YOUR DUNGEON?!” Feng Xin yelled, but then stopped. “Actually, I’m fine with that. You can keep him.” Mu Qing looked over at him, dumbfounded. “Feng Xin, you can’t give Tai Hua away, least of all to Hua Cheng of all people.” Feng Xin returned his gaze. “And why not?” “ ‘Why not’ he asks.” Mu Qing mocked. “Maybe because we can’t fucking trade a heavenly official.” “Well who’s going to stop me?” Feng Xin challenged. They glared at each other, until Xie Lian finally reached up to slap Mu Qing. < No.> “But Your Highness-” “...no.. you will not.” Xie Lian said, his voice sounding strangled. Hua Cheng’s breath caught. He didn’t need to breathe, Xie Lian noted. He turned his head to Hua Cheng. <What are you going to do to me?> he signed arduously. His arms were so tired. “Gege,” he whispered. Xie Lian tensed. “Gege I won’t do anything to you.” Xie Lian met Hua Cheng’s eye defiantly. He doesn’t want to back down like he did with Xianle. Not this time. He might say that, but how is he supposed to know for sure? Xie Lian thought back on the time they had spent together. Hua Cheng’s hands never lingered more than what was necessary, and he never did anything that Xie Lian didn’t want. He always tried his best to make him comfortable while he recovered. Up until it was revealed that Hua Cheng knew his name, he had never felt uncomfortable or wanted to be somewhere else while he was around. Actually, when Xie Lian had first met He Xuan, Hua Cheng had called him His Highness. And yet nothing ever changed between them. It was always careful consideration and respect for what Xie Lian wanted. If he wanted to spend the entire day outside, Hua Cheng would allow it but only if they were in shade. If he was too cold - he always was - then Hua Cheng would warm up the room with spiritual energy, or give him some extra blankets. Even when Hua Cheng was helping him bathe, he would never make Xie Lian uncomfortable and always asked before touching him, even if it was just his arm. He’s done nothing to warrant the suspicion that Xie Lian had begun to treat him with; and yet he still feels the need to leave. There’s always something that could go wrong. What if one day the man just decided to stop playing nice? People can be good actors when they want to be, least of all a powerful ghost like Hua Cheng. Maybe Xie Lian can come back when he’s able to do things on his own again, when he can hold a sword to defend himself. He turned his gaze away from Hua Cheng’s singular eye, and looked up at Mu Qing. < Leave?> he asked. Hua Cheng stepped forward. “Gege, I swear on my ashes that I won’t do anything to you. You can disperse me yourself if you don’t believe me.” Xie Lian’s eyes widened. His ashes. Xie Lian has his ashes. How did he forget? He slowly reached into his robes and pulled out the silver chain that held the crystal ring. He stared at it, and after a pause, he took the chain off from around his neck. He held it out to the man in red. Hua Cheng’s eye glistened. “Gege, it’s for you. I don’t want it back.” Xie Lian’s hand began to shake. He couldn’t hold it up much longer. He shook his hand in Hua Cheng's direction. < Please.> He mouthed. Hua Cheng slowly walked toward him, looking heartbroken. He gently took his ashes back. Rouye shot out from Xie Lian’s sleeve, wrapping around Hua Cheng tightly and preventing him from moving. Hua Cheng stumbled, widening his stance so he wouldn’t fall over. Mu Qing took this chance to sprint out of the room, Feng Xin following close behind. Hua Cheng yelled after them. “Your Highness, allow this lowly one a chance to explain himself before you go! Please!” Xie Lian squinted his eyes shut. He shook his head. The soft rattling of Eming filled the halls as they made their escape.
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Hua Cheng fell to his knees after the trio sprinted out of the room, eye wide in disbelief. Rouye unwrapped from around him, instead wrapping around his wrist and tugging, but he didn’t bother with getting up. He knew what His Highness wanted. He wanted to leave. He wanted Hua Cheng gone. His beloved gave his ashes back to him. They were never meant for him, only His Highness. If Xie Lian doesn’t want him around, he thought as he brought the hand that held his ashes up to his face, then he might as well not exist. Rouye realized what was going to happen, and the ribbon frantically tried to get the ashes out of his hand, but failed. It flew out of the room. Just another way he’s been abandoned. He’s been abandoned by his birth mother when she died - maybe he can reincarnate and be her son again - his stupid father who was never a proper dad, his two bastard brothers who had egos too big for their own bodies. He bowed his head, hair falling to conceal his features. He tightened his grip on the shining ring, gripping tighter until he could begin to feel the ring squeal softly at the pressure.
Then someone stepped into the room. His shoulders involuntarily tensed, and his grip lessened. His butterflies revealed that it was He Xuan, accompanied by a panicked Rouye. He watched through them as the other ghost king stood in the doorway, observing him until he stepped forward. “I can go after them.” “No,” Hua Cheng croaked. “His Highness wants to leave, so no one will prevent his departure.” He Xuan sighed. “You sound terrible.” Hua Cheng curled in on himself. “I am terrible.” He opened the hand with his ashes, staring down at them. He lifted his head and held them out to He Xuan. “Crush them.” “Wha- no. I will not crush your fucking ashes, you bastard.” He Xuan looked traumatized. He rushed forward and grabbed them from his hand, shoving them into his robes. “I can’t trust you with these. I don’t want you to disperse, and neither does Yin Yu, Ghost City, and neither does His Highness.” Hua Cheng chuckled brokenly and shook his head over and over. “He doesn’t want me, so there’s no reason for me to exist.” He Xuan kneeled down in front of him, placing his hands on his shoulders. “There are reasons for you to exist. How am I going to pay back my debt if you disperse?” Hua Cheng met his eyes. “I can absolve you from your debt before I leave.” “You’re not. Fucking. Leaving me Hua Cheng.” Hua Cheng bowed his head again. He Xuan lifted it back up, staring into his eye. “I will make you remain on this earth if it’s the last thing I fucking do.” Hua Cheng choked on a sob. He doesn’t want to be here anymore. “You don’t want me here, I promise you. You should hate me, everyone should hate me.” The other man lunged forward with a hug, knocking him to the ground. Hua Cheng finally let the dam break. Rouye joined in, wrapping the two together, and attempting to dry Hua Cheng’s never ending tears. He Xuan held him tighter. It felt nice to be held. He didn’t stop crying for hours. He Xuan held him the entire time, never once complaining about how long they had been laying there for. Eventually Hua Cheng fell asleep, tear stains on He Xuan’s robe and the black clad ghost king took a deep breath as he stood up with the man in his arms.
Qingxuan, we’re going to be spending the next while in Paradise Manor.
Is Hua Cheng okay? She asked through the array. He Xuan walked towards the bed, setting his friend down.
…I hope he will be.
He Xuan pulled up a chair next to the bed and sat down.
Then the anger started flowing. What the fuck did Xie Lian think he was doing? Whenever he would listen to Hua Cheng’s rants about the former god, the man described him as kind, and understanding. Smart. He is seeing none of that. If Xie Lian was smart, then he wouldn’t be leaving the one person in the world who truly cares about him. If Xie Lian was understanding, then he would still be here, trying to understand what Hua Cheng wants, instead of leaving him to almost crush his fucking ashes. If Xie Lian was kind, then he wouldn’t have left Rouye behind to restrain Hua Cheng as he and his stupid friends escaped. He clenched his fists. He hasn’t felt such extreme anger in a long time. He wants to kill Xie-fucking-Lian in an even worse way than he has planned for Shi Wudu. He’s being so fucking stupid and idiotic. He’s running to the heavens, which is arguably more corrupt than Hua Cheng could ever be. He ran away with the two people who abandoned him at his worst. He ran away from the person who has been searching nonstop for him for the past 600 years. He can’t get better than that, and yet he ran away. When he sees the man next, he is going to pummel him into the ground no matter what Hua Cheng says. Angry tears ran down his face, dripping onto his lap. Hua Cheng doesn’t deserve this heartbreak. He doesn’t deserve Xie Lian with how the man has treated him. Hua Cheng deserves better than what he’s been given, and He Xuan will make sure that he gets it. He will make sure that Hua Cheng gets something better. — Hua Cheng woke up with a piercing headache, and he immediately remembered why. The tears came back to his eye and he breathed in-
-and breathed out. He stood up. He saw He Xuan sitting on a chair next to the bed, asleep. He spotted the dry tears on his cheek. He probably has some on his cheek too. He walked out of the room, not bothering to wake him up. Rouye followed him, wrapping around his wrist like it would do with Xie Lian.
Xie Lian left.
He passed by Shi Qingxuan as he wandered the halls of Paradise Manor, nothing behind his eyes. “A-Cheng? Are you okay?”
He ignored her.
He took a secret exit to Ghost City, changing his form to a ghostly version of the stupid brat from 600 years ago who tried jumping off a wall, only to be saved. He wandered through the streets, dodging people kicking at him as he tried to find a secluded alleyway devoid of ghosts. He got shoved to the ground a few times, curling in on himself as he endured the trampling. This ghostly body could bleed, so after each time he was trampled, he was covered in blood. His ears were buzzing, and he couldn’t tell if it was because of all the blood, or something else. He was grabbed a few times by some scantily clad women, but he punched their stomachs and ran away. He kept his brain carefully empty (just like him) as he wandered through the city, the ghosts’ yelling slowly fading to the background as the buzzing intensified. Rouye squeezed around his wrist, trying to bring him back. He doesn’t want to go back. He wants to fall asleep and never wake up. He wants to fall off a wall and die. He wants to crush his ashes and never return. He stumbled into a tight alleyway, shoving himself to the back and collapsing. He watched as Rouye formed a ball around him, shrouding him in darkness and protecting him from any ghosts. He sat there for hours, doing nothing. Nothing. No breathing, no thinking, and no moving. He could’ve been a corpse for all he knew. He certainly felt as disgusting as one.
He wishes that Xie Lian would’ve just crushed his ashes.
— “Qingxuan, do you know where Hua Cheng went? I need to find him.” She shook her head. “I saw him walking throughout the manor, and I tried to talk to him but he just ignored me.” “Where was he walking?” “Towards one of the secret exits that he has, but there were quite a few in that direction so I don’t know which one. I would’ve followed him, but he was gone before I could.” “Thanks.” He Xuan walked away, accessing the array with Yin Yu. Yin Yu, do you know where Hua Cheng went? No, came the response. Should we start combing the Manor? Yes, he said as he searched through the library. He cannot be alone right now.
I’ll begin looking.
He Xuan felt the connection disappear and he turned through another line of shelves. Nothing. He turned down another line. Still nothing. He searched through the entire library and didn’t find him. He searched through the endless spare bedrooms, seeing not a glimpse of the man he was looking for. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He can’t panic now. Where would he be? What does Hua Cheng consider a safe space? He Xuan doesn’t know. He knows about the cave of 10,000 gods, but Hua Cheng has said before that he considered that a place of worship, not somewhere where he would just hangout. It was worth checking out, but he had a hunch that he wouldn’t be there. No, he would be somewhere totally unexpected. And that makes everything scarier. How the fuck is he supposed to find someone who doesn’t want to be found? Hua Cheng is more powerful than him; if he hid himself away, then he won't be able to find him, no matter how hard he tried. He punched one of the bookshelves, toppling it. He let out a yell of anger. He stormed through the rest of the manor that he hadn’t searched yet, not finding him. “A-Xuan! Come here!” He Xuan paused his furious search. After a bit of not responding, she called out again. “He Xuan, get your ass over here right now!” He immediately went to where he heard the yell. Shi Qingxuan had her hands on her hips and a worried expression on her face. He Xuan walked up behind her, and hugged her from behind. Shi Qingxuan turned around and hugged him back. “Give him some space.” “He can’t have space right now. He’s not in a good state of mind. He will literally disperse himself if I don’t find him right now, and I’m wasting time just standing here, and I need to search Ghost City, but I-” “He Xuan.” He looked into Shi Qingxuan’s eyes. They were beautiful. “Calm down for just a second. What would Hua Cheng do? I don’t think that he would disperse himself if he couldn’t do it with little effort.” He Xuan opened his mouth to contradict that statement, but Shi Qingxuan hushed him. “We will find him. Practically all of Ghost City is looking. Some of the servants must’ve heard what was going on and leaked it.” He Xuan was going to kill those servants slowly. This was not a matter that Ghost City needed to know about. Shi Qingxuan led him through the halls to their bedroom, told him to sit on the bed and then closed the doors. She walked over to him, and tucked him underneath the blankets. “You won’t be able to help him if you’re not okay yourself. Everyone is stressed out and scared. But please. Please relax for just a minute. For me. Can you do that?” He Xuan nodded. Shi Qingxuan crawled under the covers and tucked his head under her chin. “I’m worried too. But it’s Hua Cheng. He’ll pull through no matter what happens.” She hugged him tighter, and took a shaky breath. “He’ll pull through.” —
That beautiful thin hand reached into His robes, pulling out a crystal ring on a silver chain. The hand that belonged to Him held it out.
<Please.> His Highness mouthed.
No. No no no. Those are supposed to be His, always. They shouldn’t be in his possession if His Highness can have them.
But he can’t go against His wishes.
He slowly walked forward in disbelief and took them from his hand.
He shouldn’t exist if He doesn’t want him.
Hua Cheng woke up sweating - when did he fall asleep? - with tears in both eyes; the bandages over his right eye soaked. It was completely dark (like his soul) and he couldn’t see a thing. The surface he was sitting on was soft and silky. Rouye, he realized. It was Rouye who was making it so dark. He could hear ghosts yelling around him, curiosity striking their still hearts. “Hey, what’s this silk ball o’er here?” A ghost asked. He heard some steps, and heard as they poked the silk ball hiding him inside. “Do ya think Chengzhu is in there?” Another ghost questioned. “We ‘aven’t found him anywhere else.” “Maybe Waning Moon knows how t'open it.” “Ay, that’s a good idea. Who knows how to get him?” …Maybe there were more ghosts surrounding him than he thought. Many yelled answers rang through the small alleyway, and his suspicions were confirmed. “Just walk up to the manor an’ say that ya know where Chengzhu is.” One voice yelled above all the others. “Aight, don’t let the ball go anywhere. We don’ want Waning Moon to get mad at us for misleading him.” “YOU GO SAVE CHENGZHU!” the crowd yelled together. There was cheering, and he heard footsteps surrounding him and Rouye. He doesn’t want to be found. He wants to be alone.
It’s what he deserves.
He looked in his robes for his dice, but didn’t find them. He started panicking. Where were they? Did he lose them? Is he going to lose those just like he’s lost everything (Xie Lian) before? He doesn’t want to be found. He wants to be alone. His breathing started to speed up, the yelling of the ghosts around him slowly morphing into his dad yelling at him and his brothers beating him up. The pain came back too, bandages being ripped off with no remorse and his dad trying to stab his eye out. He curled in on himself, protecting his head from his assailants. He was kicked in the stomach hard, and he bit through his lip in an attempt to not cry out from the pain. If he made any noise, they would beat him up worse. He could hear his mother in the background yelling “Hong’er!” and begging them to stop. His bastard father shoved her down, and started attacking her with the knife. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the blood. Not his mother, never his mother. She can’t die, he needs her. He needs her . His eldest brother - demon - yelled at him to pay attention, and then his second older brother - the other demon - started yelling too. It was too much. He knows that he’s ugly, he knows that he’s worthless, he knows that he can’t do anything good in life, he knows that he’s a bringer of misfortune. He knows, he knows, he knows. Something soft rubbed against him, and he stopped crying just from the pure shock. He’s never felt anything soft in his life. He slightly brought his head from where it was tucked into his chest and looked at what it was. It looked like a bandage, and it was moving. Hong’er jolted, pushing himself away; uncursed eye wide. His cursed eye was too soaked in blood and pain to attempt to open the lid. He kept his back against the wall and knees in front of him. The wall is soft too. Like the moving bandage. It was comforting. The bandage slowly slinked toward him, stopping immediately when Hong’er showed any sign of discomfort. After what felt like hours, Hong’er finally reached out with one bloody hand to pet the white bandage, staining it with his blood. The ribbon took this chance to clean as much blood as it could from his hand, before moving on to his face. It dabbed at the area around his right eye, carefully making sure that it didn’t hurt him. Soon enough, his face was clean. No blood, no dirt, no tears, nothing. He felt a shove against his back, and he started to fall forward from the force of it; but the ribbon gently caught him, laying him on the soft ground. Why was the ground soft? He looked at it, and realized that he was laying on the bandage. It had formed a ball around him, protecting him from anything and everything that could possibly get him. “-in here!” “Rouye, let us fucking help him!” “Rouye, we need to help Chengzhu. Let us in.” His eyes widened. Rouye. He remembers Rouye. It’s His Highness’ silk bandage. His Highness left it behind when he ran away. He ran away. That’s okay, he thought. He wouldn’t want to spend time with himself either. Hua Cheng was a trashy ghost, even worse than the two trash generals. He patted the ribbon, catching its attention from where it was rippling angrily in the direction of the two voices calling its name. It floated over to him worriedly. “Rouye, they can come in. It’ll stop their annoying yelling.” The ribbon bobbed up and down, and a portion of the ball opened where he had felt the shove. He Xuan immediately rushed in, followed by Yin Yu. The other ghost king crushed him to his chest, Yin Yu hugging them both a moment later. Rouye closed the ball around them, darkness surrounding them once more. “You can’t disappear like that.” He Xuan said, voice sounded tortured. He felt Yin Yu nod. “Chengzhu, you gave the entirety of Ghost City a heart attack. Butcher Zhu was crying hysterically when he found us and told us where you were.” “Sorry.” He said plainly. He Xuan pulled back, placing his hands on Hua Cheng’s small shoulders. “You’re sorr- what the fuck happened to your eye? It’s soaked in blood.” Hua Cheng clapped his hand over it, ducking his head. “Nothing.” “It’s not nothing.” He Xuan said. “It looks like something started clawing at it.” Ah. So the blood wasn’t just a memory from the time his eye got stabbed. He had been clawing at it. “It’s nothing.” He said again. “Let’s just leave.” He Xuan picked him up, and instructed Rouye to wrap around Hua Cheng’s eye. The dim lights of Ghost City flooded his vision, and he closed his left eye. He heard the residents of Ghost City start to yell excitedly, and he growled. It immediately fell silent. He heard Yin Yu roll a pair of dice and felt as they were transported to Paradise Manor. He opened his eye and shoved himself out of He Xuan’s arms. He started walking away, leaving a trail of dirt and blood. He Xuan easily caught up to him, his legs much longer than Hua Cheng’s when he was in this form. “I don’t need you here. Go back to your Qingxuan, or better yet, why don’t you just keep spying on heaven?” “No.” “He wants to be here, as do I.” Yin Yu said, walking on Hua Cheng’s other side. Hua Cheng just stayed silent, opening the door to his - Xie Lian’s - bedroom. He Xuan sighed. “If you want me up in heaven to keep an eye on His Highness, I can do that with clones. I want my real body to be down here.” “Good, at least you still have some sense of what to do with your existence.” Hua Cheng said, turning around when he reached the bathroom door. “Now, are you guys gonna join me in the bath or are you going to let me bathe in peace?” He Xuan huffed. “We can wait outside.” “No, you guys can wait somewhere outside of my room. I won’t disperse if you two can’t see me.” Hua Cheng walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and locking it with an array. He surrounded the entire room with a silencing array so he couldn’t hear what was going on outside, and no one could hear his anguished screams inside.
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Xie Lian opened his eyes, peering past Mu Qing’s shoulders as they ran away from the red clad Ghost King. He looked… broken. It made Xie Lian feel bad for leaving, but he really didn’t want to be here; not while he was still helpless. “Your Highness, we’re going to go to the heavens. You can stay in my palace.” Mu Qing said as they ran past a man in black robes accented with gold who stared at them almost angrily. “Why your palace?” Feng Xin asked. “Your palace is gaudy and uncomfortable. It’s not suitable for His Highness.” “Well, it’s better than your palace!” Mu Qing snapped. “Your palace is crude and dirty; there’s dust everywhere!” “Of course you’d notice that! You couldn’t move on from being a servant, now could you?” Feng Xin said as they ran out of the manor. Xie Lian felt Mu Qing’s grip tighten. “Let’s just focus on getting His Highness out of here.” Feng Xin grumbled but didn’t disagree. They weaved in and out of the throngs of ghosts as fast as they could. They knocked down multiple stalls, resulting in ghosts chasing them angrily. (He misses the quiet of the manor.) Xie Lian watched as Feng Xin shoved his way through, making a path for him and Mu Qing. More and more ghosts started yelling at them, chasing after them in anger. Mu Qing jumped over a ghost who lunged for his legs, and Feng Xin shoved away a different ghost who was trying to eat his hair to prevent them from escaping. Xie Lian looked over Mu Qing’s shoulder, glancing at all the enraged ghosts chasing after them; some holding yellowed bones as they tried to shove their way towards their little group. More than a few bones went flying their way, some having dripping blood still on them. Many of them had masks, some having horns protruding from the top and curving over their heads. Other masks were only covering the upper half of their face. He didn’t see Yin Yu among them. While he was worried about Yin Yu, he was mostly worried about that man they passed a few minutes after leaving Hua Cheng. He looked powerful. Xie Lian desperately hopes that Hua Cheng won’t send anyone after him. They can talk once he’s able to defend himself again. “Mu Qing, hurry the fuck up!” Feng Xin called, leading the way to a large gate. Ghosts flooded into the city from this gate, many of them looking as if they were fresh out of their graves. “Oh, well why don’t you try to dodge every single bone thrown your way while carrying someone and while having no room to maneuver!” Feng Xin jumped over the heads of the remaining ghosts standing between them and their escape, disappearing into the darkness beyond the gate. Mu Qing cursed, and started running faster. He leapt across the ghosts, leaving their pursuers trapped behind the new ghosts entering the city. Xie Lian had to resist the urge to wince when the landing roughly jostled his injured leg. They made their way into the darkness, the air around them quickly turned cold as Mu Qing ran away from the city into the cold forest that surrounded them. Xie Lian took a shaky breath, willing his trembling to cease.
It was so dark. He’s trapped.
“Feng Xin, get your ass over here so we can ascend.” Mu Qing called, grumbling in annoyance. “Oh fuck off.” Feng Xin said, voice soft with distance. “It’s your fault that you left without waiting for us.” Mu Qing said, rolling his eyes. Xie Lian heard footsteps running toward them, and he turned his head to where it was coming from. He saw Feng Xin emerge from the darkness, clothes splattered with mud. Mu Qing snickered. “What did you do? You’re covered in mud.” “Well thanks for stating the obvious. One of the ghosts caught my leg as I was coming down and I fell.” Feng Xin said. “Let’s ascend. I don’t want to be out here any longer; the faster we get to the heavens means less time that Hua Cheng can get His Highness back.” Mu Qing nodded in agreement, and Xie Lian squinted his eyes shut as light enveloped them and he felt the rush of ascension. The cold air changed to the cool, yet warm atmosphere of the heavenly realm. It smelled very clean compared to Ghost City, nothing like rotting flesh and mold. He took a deep breath, opening his eyes and wincing slightly at the bright light. “General Xuan Zhen.” Someone said, voice sounding familiar, and Xie Lian turned his head to look at who it was. He wasn’t entirely sure who it was, but it had to be someone from his first ascension. The man had large, golden shoulder plates and luxurious robes accented with gold. He’s very tall, Xie Lian noted, looking up. He was pretty attractive as well, with how his arms were crossed and how he carried himself. “Ming Guang.” Feng Xin greeted with a bow. “It’s nice to see you, but we have somewhere we need to be.” “Oh?” Pei Ming asked, raising an eyebrow. “Does it have anything to do with the man in Xuan Zhen’s arms?” Mu Qing stayed silent, choosing to bow quickly and then started walking away. Feng Xin followed, leaving Pei Ming at the ascension gate, looking very intrigued. They walked quickly through the streets, only a few officials wandering. They all looked curious, gazes lingering on who was in Mu Qing’s arms. Mu Qing just ignored them, walking as fast as he could without seeming to be in a rush. Feng Xin was walking next to them, trying his best to keep Xie Lian out of sight from any other officials. After a painstaking amount of time, they finally arrived at a palace of very impressive design. It was clear in the very precise and tasteful design that it belonged to Mu Qing. Mu Qing took the lead, stepping confidently up the steps and striding through the doors, Feng Xin behind him. Once the doors closed behind him, Mu Qing let out a breath. “Hopefully no one in heaven talks about this. It’s none of their business.” Feng Xin nodded. “It might pain me to agree, but you’re right. Heaven doesn’t need to know about this.” Feng Xin turned to Xie Lian. “Your Highness, what happened? How did Hua Cheng get you? Xie Lian shrunk back. He didn’t know why he felt ashamed. It’s not like he would’ve been able to defend himself from the man. Even now he can’t walk. <Saved me from the coffin.> He signed. The faces of the two generals stayed blank. <Saved me from coffin.> He mouthed instead. “You could’ve prayed to us. We would’ve saved you.” Feng Xin said. I did pray to you, Xie Lian thought. You did nothing. Mu Qing nodded in agreement. “He’s right. But lets get you into bed.” Xie Lian nodded. He didn’t enjoy feeling like a burden. If he were back in the coffin, he would be a burden to no one. Mu Qing walked through the halls, Feng Xin following behind. They reached a door, and Mu Qing stood off to the side while Feng Xin opened it. No matter how often they say they hate each other, they sure do seem to work well together when they want to. They went inside, Mu Qing immediately carrying him towards the bed.
It wasn’t as luxurious as the one in Paradise Manor.
He banished that thought from his mind. He can think about that place when he’s recovered. He was set down - rougher than he probably needed to be - and Mu Qing immediately started to remove his outer robes. Xie Lian had to resist the urge to shove him back. “How did your leg get like this?” Mu Qing asked, pulling up his pants to reveal the swollen limb.
<Fell.>
“You fell? Off of what?” Feng Xin asked.
<Bed. Tried to run.>
Mu Qing sighed, moving to grab some materials. “You could’ve waited for us.” Xie Lian smiled tiredly. He had known better than to hope that someone would come save him, so he had tried to find a spot to hide. “How long did Hua Cheng have you?” Mu Qing asked as he brought some stuff over to the bed and started to treat his leg. <Months.> Xie Lian mouthed. “Did he do anything to you?” Feng Xin questioned. <...No.> And he feels terrible about it. He could’ve stayed. His panic at someone knowing his true name had blinded him; and it wasn’t like he didn’t already know that Hua Cheng knew who he was. It had just slipped his mind, and he ended up panicking. He’s made a mistake. “Good. That bastard would have something coming for him if he had done anything to you.” Feng Xin declared. Xie Lian just faked a smile. He missed Feng Xin. He was always so protective of him, and it’s nostalgic to see it again 600 years later. He winced when Mu Qing wrapped some bandages around his leg. “It’s only sprained, nothing too bad.” Mu Qing said. “But you won’t be trying to walk anytime soon.” Xie Lian nodded in understanding. He wouldn’t have been able to walk anyways. That step is quite literally far down the road of recovery. “Lang Qianqiu deserves to die for this.” Feng Xin said angrily. Xie Lian shook his head. <My fault.> “Your Highness, how is it your fault? He’s the one who got you into this mess to begin with.” Feng Xin argued. <My fault.> He said again. Mu Qing tied off the bandage, stepping back from the bed. “Don’t bend it, keep your leg straight. Don’t do anything stupid. We need to report back to the Heavenly Emperor.” Xie Lian’s eyes widened. <Go.> “There will be deputies here to assist you with whatever you need.” Mu Qing said. “You can just tap the bedpost or something. Just make noise of some kind.” Xie Lian nodded, then waved them away. Go report to the Emperor, he wanted to say.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to.
“We’ll be back.” Feng Xin promised. “Hua Cheng can’t get you here.” He watched as the pair left the room, shutting the door gently behind them. Xie Lian took a deep breath and shut his eyes against the painful light. He had severely overestimated himself when thinking that he would be able to handle the brightness. It was a struggle trying to keep his eyes from tearing up while walking through the heavens. He wanted to cry from the relief of closing his eyes.
He misses the darkness of Ghost City.
He’s beginning to really regret leaving. He doesn’t feel safe up here in the bright sky. He attempted to get under the blankets - he was too cold - and mostly succeeded. He couldn’t get anything above his upper chest under, so his shoulders were subject to the cool torment. Which doesn’t make sense. Generally when you’re floating in the sky on a divine rock, you’re closer to the sun and are therefore warmer. Xie Lian just feels cold and desolate. He feels like he did in the coffin. A salty drop slipped down his cheek. He arduously brought his hand to his face, wiping away the tear and opening his eyes. He knocked on the bed frame, and a servant came in with a bow. “How may I assist you?” <Curtains.> Xie Lian mouthed. “Right away. Is that all?” the servant asked. Xie Lian nodded, watching as the servant closed the curtains and left the room. He closed his eyes once more, wishing he didn’t exist. — “Xuan Zhen, Nan Yang, may I ask what prayer was so urgent it required you to leave during our meeting?” The Emperor asked. Feng Xin bowed his head. “It was a prayer from His Highness Xie Lian, requesting help.” The Emperor slightly raised an eyebrow. “What did he need help with?” “Escaping from the clutches of Crimson Rain.” Mu Qing answered. Feng Xin squinted his eyes shut. He should’ve been there to prevent it from ever happening in the first place. Jun Wu looked at them with barely disguised interest. “Crimson Rain? What did he want with Xianle?” “We don’t know.” Feng Xin responded. “He wouldn’t say.” Jun Wu stepped away from his throne, down the steps to where the two southern generals still stood, gazing at him with respect. His posture was straight, a singular arm behind his back, head held high. “How did you rescue him? I’m assuming he was in Ghost City.” “He was in Paradise Manor, being kept in a guest bedroom of some sorts.” Mu Qing explained. “We tried to infiltrate using stealth, but someone-” “Hey, it’s not my fault that you destroyed a building!” Feng Xin exclaimed. Mu Qing rolled his eyes. “But you were the one who decided to eat fucking worms and yell about sniffing butts.” Feng Xin’s face turned red. “Well-!” “Generals, focus on the topic at hand. How did you get Xianle out of Ghost City?” Jun Wu intervened. “While we were investigating, Hua Cheng found us and took us into the manor.” Mu Qing explained. “Then there was a thud, so he went to investigate it. Xie Lian was lying on the floor next to a fallen table.” Jun Wu nodded. “Crimson Rain looked… worried. His Highness denied his help, so that’s when Hua Cheng released us from our bindings and sent us over to help him.” Mu Qing said. “Xie Lian had his ashes.” Feng Xin suddenly said. “He gave them back before they left.” Jun Wu paled. “Does Xianle know of the practice of ghosts giving their ashes to their loved ones?” “I’m not sure, but we need to keep him away from Hua Cheng no matter what.” Mu Qing said with certainty. The Emperor nodded in agreement. “Xuan Zhen is correct. We must keep Xianle away from Hua Cheng. We can’t let him be destroyed by that monster.” “His Highness had a sentient ribbon shootout and restrain Hua Cheng once he grabbed his ashes, and we made a run for it.” Feng Xin said. “We ascended without any problems. His Highness is currently in Mu Qing’s palace.” Jun Wu sighed. “How did Xianle get himself into this mess?” “...He said he was Guoshi Fangxin.” Mu Qing said, looking at Feng Xin. The Emperor had no reaction, simply shaking his head as if he had known. No surprise at all. That’s not right. “This is turning out to be quite the mess. We might have Hua Cheng on our tails, and Xianle claims to be Fangxin. Tai Hua is still missing, and we have no idea where he is.” “What can we do?” Feng Xin asked. “Take care of Xianle for now. I imagine that he’s injured if his claims of being Fangxin are true.” Jun Wu said. “I will notify you if there is anything else you should do. You are dismissed.” They bowed, then straightened and took their leave. The walk out of the Palace of Divine Might felt much longer than it usually did. They kept silent until they finally made it far away, closer to the ascension gates than the emperor’s palace. “Something’s not right.” Mu Qing said. Feng Xin nodded. “Even if His Highness isn’t his favorite anymore, you’d think that he would show more of a reaction to him literally murdering the entire royal family of Yong’an.” “I don’t know what it is, but there’s something going on there.” Mu Qing said. “Maybe he already knew, and just didn’t do anything about it. If Xie Lian really was Fangxin, then he spent 100 years in that coffin. That’s nothing to laugh at.” Feng Xin took a deep breath. “We should head back. We have to protect His Highness and make sure that Hua Cheng won’t be able to get him.” They quickly walked over to Mu Qing’s palace, nodding to any officials they passed, not wanting to engage in conversation. They entered the palace, making their way to where Xie Lian was. Feng Xin knocked but didn’t hear anything acknowledging it, so he just shrugged and walked into the room. His eye was caught by a silver glimmer that quickly disappeared behind the closed curtains. Feng Xin tensed, eyes narrowing. He didn’t see anything else, so it must’ve been a figment of his imagination. He walked to the bed and saw Xie Lian partially under the covers, asleep. His shoulders and a large part of his chest were out of the blanket, and Feng Xin slid the blanket up to cover them. The faint furrow that was in his brow softened, and Feng Xin smiled. “Let’s leave him to sleep.” Mu Qing said. “He probably hasn’t gotten much rest.” Feng Xin nodded, following Mu Qing out of the room. He closed the door behind him, but not without a final glance at the figure underneath the covers.
A silver butterfly flew out from behind the curtain, fluttering in circles around the bed, making sure that nothing would disturb His Highness.
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He wonders if this is how his Guoshi felt. Trapped in a dark place, with only pain to keep him company. He’s chained to the wall, wrists swollen and dripping blood. His head is throbbing, and he can feel the blood on his temple flaking off whenever he moves. It hurts. It’s so dark. That bastard Hua Cheng must’ve made an array to prevent him from healing, and Lang Qianqiu will have his head when he gets out. No, he'd rather have his ashes. He wants to scatter them so there’s no hope of him coming back. He let Guoshi escape his prison. That is an unforgivable sin, and Lang Qianqiu will rectify it. He tugged on the chains, trying to wrench them out of the wall, but all he succeeded in doing was falling to his knees. He bowed his head. There’s no way he’ll be able to leave without assistance. He chuckled humorlessly, shaking his head back and forth, over and over again. He’s doomed. —
His Highness is in the heavens. His Highness is not in Ghost City.
His Highness is in the heavens. He is not in their little house.
His Highness is in the heavens. He is not safe.
Hua Cheng’s brain said over and over like he would fade if he didn’t constantly repeat it. Hua Cheng dipped his head under the water, wishing that he wasn’t a ghost so that he could drown. He didn’t want to look through the butterfly that was with His Highness - he doesn’t have the privilege - but it’s necessary to make sure that those trash generals are treating him right. Maybe he’ll check in later, after he’s decided to get out of the water. He doesn’t want to get out, he wants to drown. He just floated for a while after that, occasionally trying to breathe in the water and relishing in the feeling of the cool liquid sloshing around in his lungs. It’s addicting.
“Hua Cheng, get the fuck out of there, it’s been days. It does not take that long to bathe.” He grumbled, lifting his head from the water. He thought that his array would’ve held up for longer. Maybe he just drew a line wrong, and that reduced the duration of the array. “Scram. I don’t want to deal with you right now, He Xuan.” There was a long pause before he heard a different voice speak. “Chengzhu, Ghost City is in chaos. They want to know what happened to their Chengzhu, and who’s responsible.”
Those bastard ghosts. It’s none of their business.
“...Just tell them that they shouldn’t do anything.” He said. It’s his fault anyways. “No, you need to come out. Eat something.” He Xuan said from outside the door. “You can have it.” Hua Cheng said. He’s a ghost, he doesn’t need to eat. He just doesn’t think he can summon the effort to stop floating, pretending that he’s a disgusting corpse. He is. “Hua Cheng if you don’t fucking come out and eat, I will go in there, grab you, naked or not, and I will force food down your throat. Come. Eat. Something.” Well. No one else is allowed to see his naked body except for His Highness, so he can get dressed and then not eat anything. “Just give me a second.” He heard He Xuan huff, but he wasn’t able to hear any footsteps, so he begrudgingly dragged himself out of the bathing pool. It feels like the weight of a thousand Paradise Manors are bearing down on him, and not just because he’s no longer floating. He will bear it. Whether he likes it or not, he has responsibilities, no matter how much he wants to crush his ashes to relieve himself of the weight of his emotions. He used some spiritual energy to dry off, then searched through the room for his robes. He doesn’t remember taking them off, but he’s walking around with his ugly self bared to the world, so he obviously did something with them. His eyes kept drooping. He was so tired. He eventually just decided to change his form and make it have robes. This one had a ponytail that looked depressed, and not very good quality robes. These robes were black, made more for battle rather than normal wear. This form was suspiciously close to what he was as Wu Ming, when he was equally as worthless as now. Rouye wrapped around the right side of his face, slightly damp from the humidity in the bathing room. He released the array around the room and walked out, ignoring He Xuan’s attention on the bandages covering his eye. This form still has his red eye, and he’s immensely grateful that Rouye covered it. He doesn’t want to bare that part of himself to the world, and wearing his eye uncovered - even in the privacy of Paradise Manor - would be announcing to the entire 3 realms that he has a weakness. It would make him seem weak, make him seem like more of a monster than he already knows he is. He Xuan followed him out of the room closely along with Yin Yu, making sure that Hua Cheng wasn’t let out of their sight. It almost made his chest fill with an unnamed emotion, but he can’t allow himself to feel anymore. Feeling makes everything hurt. It’s better if he just ignores it as best he can. That way, he won’t have to deal with the crushing weight on his chest. Hua Cheng kept walking forward, ignoring his surroundings. He could tell that Yin Yu and He Xuan were exchanging glances with each other, presumably talking in an array. He doesn’t care what they must be saying about him. He already knows that he’s a monster, that he’s disgusting, that he doesn’t deserve to live. There were no servants in sight as he entered the dining room, but there was fresh food sitting on the table. It smelled good.
Unlike him.
He sat down, ate a singular bite of a mantou he grabbed, then stood up without a word and walked off speedily. He Xuan ran towards him, an arm stretching towards him. Yin Yu sprinted towards him as well, robes flowing behind him. He didn’t give them a chance to get to him. He rolled his dice, and promptly disappeared, leaving the other two clenching their fists in anguish as the remaining ghost king cried out in anger and the one with a mask simple squinted his eyes shut. He was enveloped in darkness, the warm air of Paradise Manor being replaced with the cold air of deep, underground cavern. Rouye uncurled from his face curiously, floating in front of him. He lit a small flame in his palm, and multiple different figures were revealed, their shadows dancing on the walls sadly. He chuckled without any merriment. The only place he can see His Highness is back in the impenetrable darkness of a place long lost to time. Maybe he should just lock himself down here, as punishment. No, Hua Cheng decided. He would just end up carving in his grief, and that isn't a punishment. Rouye perked up, flying to the nearest statue, only to droop when it realized that the figure was just stone. He has to admit that while these statues will never be anywhere near the perfection of the man himself, Hua Cheng has never seen a more beautifully carved statue of His Highness. He walked through the cavern to a dusty crevice in the wall where he had slept back when he originally carved all these statues. He grabbed something to dust off the statues, and started on his task, letting his mind fall blank. He didn’t need to think of anything else when he was worshiping His Highness. He made sure that there wasn’t a single speck of dust on even an inch of the carefully carved stone, and he made sure that all the statues were in prime condition. Rouye followed him, helping dust off different statues before Hua Cheng got to them. He made sure to thank it for its help each time. After who knows how many hours of cleaning, he finally moved on to the paintings. Even he has to admit that they’re gorgeous, though they will never compare to the real thing. The only ugly thing near those paintings were his own attempts at writing Xie Lian’s name.
Trash, like him.
Rouye floated over, investigating the writing on the wall. It did a little happy twirl in the air and wrapped happily around Hua Cheng’s hand. He looked down at it for a moment, smiled (emptily) and then looked back at the paintings, scanning them for damage or any care that’s needed. He came across one that he had painted of His Highness surrounded by the white flowers as they sat under the tree at the house Hua Cheng built for him. He was sitting on the swing with a big smile on his face, painted divinely. Hua Cheng was the stupid red blob supporting him. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He hit his head with his palm, squinting his eyes shut as they started leaking. Why is he so stupid? Why did he have to ruin everything? He always ruins everything. It’s all his fault. Everything. Everything from the moment he was born, from when he was caught as he fell, when he was bought as a ghost fire, when he was made anew as a wrath.
("It hurts! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!!")
He’s a monster. He was born under the star of solitude for a reason. He’s the god of misfortune, not Him. He might’ve rejected his ascension, but he was never formally banished. It’s why he was able to save Him. He’s always been the connoisseur of misfortune. Always. His entire existence has been drowned in misfortune. It’s what he deserves. He deserves to die. He left His Highness in that coffin - didn’t investigate when he should’ve - and he failed to heal Him, he failed. Everything. So he deserves to be dispersed. He reached into his robes, only to feel nothing. He panicked for a second, wondering who has his ashes, are they safe, will he be able to protect His Highness, and- Right. He Xuan took them. He shook his head. He couldn’t say that it’s for the best, since obviously His Highness doesn’t want him, but at least he can keep maintaining the statues he’s created. Even if His Highness is disgusted with him, he wants to make sure that his offering to Him will always stay in pristine condition. His body can’t help but hope that His Highness will come back and accept him. He knows it won’t happen though, so he will just make more statues, and paint more murals. He’s not really in the mood for carving, so he will paint. He will paint His Highness as he pulled Him out of the coffin, as a way to pay testament to His suffering. He will paint Him so well that if anyone were to see it, they would immediately have tears in their eyes and be overcome with the powerful urge to help that wonderful, wonderful man. — “Okay, let’s recap what we know.” Feng Xin clasped his hands together. “First is the Emperor’s reaction to the news about His Highness.” Mu Qing nodded. “He didn’t have any reaction at all, and from his previous favoritism, that shouldn’t be quite right. Whenever he would ask us if he’s been found, he would always look disappointed.” “Exactly.” Feng Xin said. “That wouldn’t fit unless he already knew.” “But if he already knew, then why would he send us to look for him? He can’t have known about His Highness and not know where he was.” Mu Qing said. “Which raises the question; why didn’t he organize a rescue mission if he knew that His Highness was in the hands of Crimson Rain?” Feng Xin rubbed his forehead. “Nothing makes sense.” Mu Qing sighed. “We need to find a way to investigate without the Emperor knowing. I just don’t know how we would do that without him knowing.” He watched as Feng Xin paced back and forth, lips moving with only a whisper escaping them. Mu Qing couldn’t make out any of what he was saying, and frankly, he didn’t want to. His own thoughts demanded attention that he couldn’t spare to anything else. Jun Wu was suspicious. There was something that he was hiding, but he didn’t know how to figure out what it was that was being hidden. It has to be related to Xie Lian, that he knows for sure. Could Jun Wu and Hua Cheng be working together? Xie Lian had said that Hua Cheng rescued him from a coffin, so it’s possible that Jun Wu knew that because Hua Cheng had told him. “Maybe Hua Cheng told Jun Wu that he had His Highness.” Mu Qing suggested. “It would explain why Jun Wu knew about His Highness.” “But that wouldn’t explain why Hua Cheng would tell him in the first place.” Feng Xin said, momentarily stopping his pacing. “Is it possible that they made an agreement after Hua Cheng killed all those officials for information?” Mu Qing asked. “Maybe Jun Wu made an agreement to keep an eye on him.” Feng Xin tilted his head in thought. “That’s definitely possible. When would it have happened though? Surely something like that would’ve been publicized.” Mu Qing shook his head. “Not necessarily. There might have been terms that Hua Cheng set so their agreement wouldn't have been made public knowledge.” “So it’s just Jun Wu trying to protect the heavens.” Feng Xin deadpanned. “That can’t be right. Why wouldn’t he tell the martial gods? If they have an agreement to keep in contact, then Hua Cheng probably doesn’t want to be attacked every time they meet.” Mu Qing closed his eyes. Why does this have to be happening now? Why couldn’t it have been a few hundred years later when more information would’ve come to light? He opened his eyes again when he heard Feng Xin sit on the ground. “So, right now we think that the reason Jun Wu knew about His Highness is that he has an agreement with Hua Cheng to share information.” Mu Qing nodded minutely. “I think that we’re missing something though. It’s just not in Jun Wu’s character to keep something like that secret.” “We don’t have enough information to keep thinking about this.” Feng Xin groaned. “We should just focus on making sure that His Highness can recover, and protect him from Hua Cheng.” Yes. He can do what he hasn’t been able to do for 600 years, ever since he left with shouted words ringing in his ears and one less bag of rice. — Xie Lian slowly blinked his eyes open, and his brow furrowed as he took in his surroundings. Why are the blankets so coarse? Why can’t he see any red? Flashes of memories came back to him; of a man in red, kneeling on the ground as he fled, the crystal ring in his hand as he looked down at it. He remembers now. His leg flares in pain as he recalls how he abandoned Hua Cheng at Paradise Manor, and his eyes burn at the brightness of the room that the man would’ve tried so hard to prevent. He slowly sits up, his abdomen screaming at him to stop, and shivers as the blanket falls down from around his shoulders. The cold just makes his pain more evident, threatening to take his brain back to that cursed 3 layered box. He brings his hands forward to hover over where his injured leg is and bows his head. That’s when something catches his eye. He looks up, and sees silvery specks left behind as a silver butterfly floats over to a table with fresh bandages on it, before grabbing them and fluttering over to him. The bandages were dropped at the end off the bed, and the butterfly slipped the blankets away from his body, revealing his leg. What was it doing? Never has he seen a butterfly act like this, but then again, this isn’t a normal butterfly. This butterfly is from Hua Cheng. The butterfly hovered over the bandages, as if waiting for permission. He slowly nodded, and the butterfly got straight to work on unwrapping them. Xie Lian bit his tongue on any wince of pain during the process, but even then the butterfly stopped and shared a small amount of spiritual energy with him before continuing. Eventually, his leg was completely unwrapped, the skin throbbing angrily. He watched as the butterfly flew off to grab a healing salve, and then apply it over the injured area, soothing him with dashes of spiritual energy periodically. It then used the new bandages to wrap his leg once again. He didn’t know what this feeling was. The person controlling the butterfly could only be Hua Cheng, but why? Why would Hua Cheng still want to help him when he abandoned him after all the man has done for him? He felt cared for, he felt… not treasured, but definitely important. Important enough that Hua Cheng would still find a way to care for him even if the man himself wasn’t here. Did he feel love? Was it care that he was feeling? Maybe joy? He doesn’t know, but he does know that he enjoys this feeling. It makes him feel warm, for once offsetting the cold that always finds a way to burrow into the deepest places in his heart. The butterfly carefully draped the blankets over him, and gently encouraged the fallen god to lay down once again. Xie Lian smiled, although with a tinge of sadness. Even if he feels warm from Hua Cheng’s dutiful care, he doesn’t deserve it.
…He’ll have to pay him back, he thinks. It’s the least of what he can do.
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Xie Lian looked up as Mu Qing entered the room, Feng Xin in tow. He smiled at them.Mu Qing didn’t smile back. “How are you feeling?”He mouthed, keeping the smile on his face.He watched as Feng Xin rolled his eyes for a change, and his smile faltered.“Come on, you don’t have to lie to us. If you don’t tell us what hurts, how are we supposed to help?” Feng Xin asked.Xie Lian’s stomach twisted in anxiety. Will they leave if he keeps lying? He doesn’t want to burden them with his pain, but what if they leave again? How is he even supposed to communicate his pain when they can’t understand sign? There are so many things he wants to say to them, but he can’t say it all by just mouthing.He wants to describe what he feels, but he’s afraid they won’t understand if he speaks too fast.He lowered his eyes. <Hungry.> He settled on that, knowing that it would satisfy their need to help him, and then they won’t have to unwrap the bandages that the butterfly painstakingly wrapped not even an hour before.“I’ll arrange for some food then.” Mu Qing said. “How is your leg?”Xie Lian looked up at him as the man sat down on the bed next to him, resisting the urge to flinch away. His leg is fine. It’s gotten so much better than when he was in Ghost City, and it makes him wonder why.Maybe it’s because of the natural energy filling the heavens, that it makes healing much easier because it’s his natural form of energy. The absence of pain could also be attributed to the salve the butterfly had applied earlier, and the smidge of familiar energy that had entered his meridians.
<Fine. Heaven, good.>
Feng Xin sat down as well, a proud smile on his face. “That’s good. Heaven is much better than whatever that scum Hua Cheng put you through.”Xie Lian kept his face pleasant, disagreeing in his head. He’s always cold up in heaven, but when he was with Hua Cheng, he was almost never cold. If he was, it was because Hua Cheng wasn’t in the room.Mu Qing raised a hang to his temples, his face taking on the quality of someone listening in an array.“Food will be here in a moment.” He said, turning to Feng Xin. “Go get it.”“Wha- no, you go get it!” Feng Xin said.Mu Qing rolled his eyes. “I ordered for it to arrive, so all you have to do is walk to the door and grab it!”“What, you don’t want to feel like a servant again by fetching food?” Feng Xin retorted.Xie Lian watched as they both stood up, fists clenched as they stared each other down. His gaze flickered between the two nervously, hands signing for them to stop fighting. No matter how much it reminds him of the time when they were friends, now really isn’t the time.“At least I didn’t-!”“...stop…”The pair froze, looking at him.Xie Lian winced from the pain of speaking. It looks like today will be a signing day.<No fight.> He mouthed, now that he had their attention. <Please?>Feng Xin slowly nodded, then glared at Mu Qing as he went to the door. The man huffed, then sat back down with his arms crossed.Xie Lian watched as Feng Xin closed the door and walked back over with a tray in tow. He set it across Xie Lian’s lap, then stepped back, sitting down next to Mu Qing silently.He smiled at them.Feng Xin awkwardly nodded. “Would you like any help?”Xie Lian shook his head, then lifted his arm to the bowl sitting on the tray. He slowly lifted it to his mouth, taking a sip of the warm soup.He could just barely taste the flavour of chicken, and it made his eyes water with emotion. Heaven’s energy really is doing something; especially after he only tasted blood and bile for 100 years.He smiled.Mu Qing nodded, satisfied. “At least you can appreciate my cooking.”Feng Xin sputtered in anger. “Hey, I never said I didn’t like you cooking!”“But you never said you did either.” Mu Qing pointed out, rolling his eyes before he stood and walked over to the curtains, a hand grasping the fabric.Xie Lian instinctively closed his eyes and curled his head towards his chest, hiding from the inevitable light.“Your Highness?” Feng Xin asked.Xie Lian squinted one eye open and smiled. He wasn’t sure if it was convincing enough to say that he was fine.“Mu Qing.” Feng Xin snapped. “Keep the curtains closed.”The man in question grumbled, but released his grip and walked back over.“What? Is it too bright?” Mu Qing asked, blanching ever so slightly when Xie Lian nodded. “Well, we can keep the curtains shut, but you’ll have to have light in here eventually.”Xie Lian nodded in understanding, although inside he was already bemoaning the days to come.“Do you have any stretches you want to do?” Feng Xin asked. “We can help.”Feng Xin shot a glare at Mu Qing, and the man sighed. “We can help, although we do have to be somewhere soon.”He shook his head. <Go.>Feng Xin’s eyes widened, and he seemed to remember something. “We don’t have to leave yet. We can help you with anything you need before we go.”Xie Lian shook his head again. <Go. Fine.>His old bodyguard shared a look with Mu Qing, before nodding hesitantly. “There are deputies and servants here for whatever you need. Tell them if you need something.”He smiled in agreement, and watched as they left the room, walking slowly as if he would disappear when they left.He mentally shook his head. He’s not that fragile. Sure he can’t do anything on his own, but that in and of itself makes it useless to worry about him leaving.He turned his head as the silver butterfly flew back over.<Hey friend.> He signed.The butterfly fluttered excitedly, and then landed on his nose. Xie Lian smiled, keeping his gaze on the silvery insect. It seemed to smile at him before landing on his injured leg and transferring some spiritual energy, dampening the pain.Now, it’s almost nonexistent from what he was feeling that morning. After the butterfly had wrapped his leg, the pain was gone, but it had slowly returned over the following hours.<Thank you, San Lang.> He signed, wondering if he should add more, but he knew he should wait until he could talk to the man in person before apologising. It shouldn’t be too hard to meet him in person.Right?—“You losers don’ deserve t’be here!” Butcher Zhu yelled at the officials, shaking his knife at them in anger. It was covered in fresh blood from his most recent chop, making the officials in front of him tremble.It was a small group, only a few people; but they didn’t need to be here. Especially after what those officials did to Chengzhu. They hurt him. They don’t even deserve to be with the messy lot of Ghost City.They’re worse than this ‘uncultured’ bunch, as they’ve so often been called.“We, don’t deserve to be here?” One of them asked incredulously. “If anything, you don’t deserve to be here!”Other ghosts chimed in. “You trashy officials are worse than us for what you did to Chengzhu!”“Yeh, you lot are little fuckers that don’t deserve to exist!”“What happened to Crimson Rain?” Another official eagerly asked, glancing between his companions.“Pffff! And why would we tell ya that?” Butcher Zhu asked, staring them down.One of the officials stood their ground. “What if we wanted to help?”Laughter erupted around them.As if Heavenly Officials of all people could help their Chengzhu!The officials looked around them, confused. “What’s so funny?”Butcher Zhu wiped at his eyes, smearing a bit of blood over his face. “It’s just that, haha, you guys are so stupid! What makes ya think that you of all people could help our Chengzhu recover from bein’ heartbroken!”He shook his head, mirth coursing through his veins.“How d’you help a man who fucking had his ashes returned to ‘im?” He asked. “How do you help someone w’ that?”The leading official’s lips parted in shock, before his face was overcome with a smug smile. “You’re right. We can’t help with that, so we’ll just be on our way.”They jumped backwards as Butcher Zhu threw his knife at them. “Get fucking lost then. No one ‘ere likes ya anyway.”He spat as the officials quickly ran away, whispering among themselves excitedly.Those stupid, trash officials. They think they’re all that, when they’re just arrogant peacocks. He shook his head as he retrieved his knife and continued chopping meat.—“Your Majesty! We have information about Hua Cheng!”Pei Ming turned away from the emperor, his voice falling silent as he took in the gods approaching. They looked excited, in a way. It would be a good look on a woman, he supposed. Depends on the lady.He stepped to the side as Jun Wu stood, looking at the officials. “What news do you bring?”“We know of Hua Cheng’s weakness.”The emperor imperceptibly straightened. “What is it?”“The ghosts at Ghost City were talking about his ashes being returned to him by his loved one.”Pei Ming raised his eyebrows. Crimson Rain, having a beloved? He never would’ve suspected it; and he was given back his ashes? What must he have done to warrant that? The image of Mu Qing carrying someone in his arms came back to him. Were they related?“That is rather important news indeed.” Jun Wu mused, approaching the officials. “Were you able to learn just who this mystery person was?”The officials suddenly seemed sheepish. “We were kicked out before we could discover more.”Jun Wu nodded. “Thank you. You are dismissed.”The officials bowed, and quickly left the Palace of Divine Might. Pei Ming turned to the emperor, questions forming in his brain.“Your Majesty, may this one ask a question?”“You may.”“Is this related to the man Xuan Zhen was carrying the other day? Surely you’ve heard all the gossip in the array.”Pei Ming watched as the emperor shut his eyes for a long moment. “I will tell Ming Guang if he can not mention it to anyone else without my permission.”“Of course, Your Majesty.” Pei Ming agreed without hesitation. There really was no reason for him to not agree.“That man was Xianle.”Pei Ming gasped, but Jun Wu just continued.“The Southern Generals received a prayer from him, and went down to Ghost City to rescue him from the clutches of Hua Cheng.”His jaw dropped. “Is His Highness Hua Cheng’s love? That can’t be right.”Jun Wu nodded his head regally. “The accounts of Xuan Zhen and Nan Yang confirm that Xianle was the one to receive Hua Cheng’s ashes, and was consequently the one to give them back.”The general crossed his arms. “How did Hua Cheng get him in the first place?”“Now that’s where it gets complicated. He rescued him from Guoshi Fangxin’s coffin.”If his jaw could reach the floor, it would be there right now. What the fuck does he mean, rescued from Fangxin’s coffin?!“Is His Highness Fangxin? The cold blooded murderer of the entire Yong’an royal family?” Pei Ming asked, dumbfounded. His shock only grew when Jun Wu nodded.“So, His Highness Xie Lian is Fangxin, murderer of dozens of people, and he’s the guy we’ve been trying to find for months?!” Pei Ming laughed. “I swear, why does everything have to be intertwined like this? It would be so much easier to solve if they weren’t related at all.”“I have to agree with you, Ming Guang.” The Emperor said. “This will not be a simple situation to solve. Hua Cheng could wage war on the heavens, with how Xianle was stolen away. I wouldn’t put it past him to try and take his muse away. We must not let that happen.”Pei Ming watched as Jun Wu sighed, turning away from him so the man's face wasn’t visible. “We have to keep him here, safe. I trust you will assist in this endeavor?”He didn’t like the way Jun Wu’s voice sounded. It sounded… almost gleeful. Unfortunately, he has no reason to decline. “Of course, Your Majesty. What can this one do?”“Assist in strengthening the defenses around the capital; we must also place extra arrays around Xuan Zhen’s palace. That’s where Xianle is recovering.” Jun Wu said, turning back towards him, face perfectly composed.“Will any other martial gods be assisting?” Pei Ming asked.“Xuan Zhen and Nan Yang. Tai Hua is currently indisposed, and Qi Ying wouldn’t be able to keep this on the down low.” Jun Wu said. “Any other questions?”He thought for a second, then shook his head.“You are dismissed then. This assignment takes priority over anything else.”Pei Ming nodded in understanding, then bowed and took his leave. He quickly went to Mu Qing’s palace, knocking before he barged in. A deputy came up to him and bowed. “General Ming Guang. To what do we owe the pleasure?”He bowed back, before straightening. “I need to speak to Nan Yang and Xuan Zhen. It’s an assignment from the Emperor.”The deputy quickly nodded, and gestured to him to follow. The deputy led him through the halls, and his ears picked up on faint shouting that grew louder the closer they got.Eventually, he could hear the specifics.“-hy don’t you go fucking investigate!”“No! This is my palace, so I need to be here to make sure that everything is in order! You go investigate!”“We’re gonna need whoever we can get! It isn’t a one man job!”“Well, make it a one man job! Someone needs to watch over His Highness!”“Then it might as well be me! I stuck around the longest, so I know how to take care of him better!”“Pft! You act as if you didn’t dress him for 10 years of his life! You act like you know how to do his hair, how he looked when he was sick!”“Well, then let me fucking learn!”He knows where the two southern generals are. Tender mercies.Pei Ming walked into the room, silencing whatever retort Mu Qing was going to bite back with. “Alright generals, what are you investigating?”
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Hua Cheng peered through his butterfly at His Highness, wanting to make sure that he was being treated properly. The two trash generals haven’t entered the room yet for the day, and His Highness seems to be just waking up, his face wracked with confusion. His Highness is brought to full awareness when he winces, suddenly sitting up, although slowly. His unbeating heart hurts as he witnesses him shiver from the cold, and he wants to break through into the heavens to warm him up.
(But a ghost always runs cold.)
He feels so useless. His Highness is obviously in pain from his leg, his perfect hands hovering over his leg and his head bowed. That’s when he decides to take action. He takes control of the butterfly, fluttering over to a table with some bandages on it - clearly inadequate bandages, he wouldn’t expect more of the trash generals - and grabs them. He didn’t expect the butterfly to drop them once it got to the bed and pull back the covers, but he’s not complaining. He would’ve done that anyway, he just hates how His Highness shivers ever so slightly once his body is bared to the cold outside of the blankets. He hovers over the bandages currently wrapping his leg, and waits until Xie Lian nods. He looked like he was analysing him. Is he unwanted? Is this something he shouldn’t be doing? After all, His Highness did run away from him. These thoughts filled his brain as he carefully unwrapped the bandages, hoping that he wouldn’t be batted away; at least until he saw His Highness barely wince, and he immediately stopped. He couldn’t have him in pain from his actions, that’s unacceptable. He doesn’t have access to any medicine, but he can share some spiritual energy to dampen the feeling. Once the bandages were unwrapped, he flew off to grab a healing slave he had found upon his initial investigation of the room, quickly returning and applying it to His Highness’ wound. Though it was internal, it should still help with the swelling and pain. He rewrapped his leg with the new bandages, and then moved to cover him snugly with the blankets once again. He didn’t notice the conflicted expression on his face. And if he did, he didn’t know what to make of it. He was clearly deep in thought, but nothing about his face betrayed what he might be thinking. He made the butterfly fly off, hiding behind the curtain covering the window, making sure not to let even a sliver of light enter the room as he hid. At least he can still help his beloved, even when he’s not physically there. That’s all he’s ever wished to do. He still feels broken, but his mind is clearer than it was when His Highness left; clear enough for him to realise that Xie Lian won’t be coming back, not until he’s ready. He should’ve told His Highness that he knew who he was. Then maybe this mess wouldn’t have happened. If only he weren’t so cowardly. He releases his control of the butterfly when he senses Yin Yu entering the room where he is. He sighs, and then looks toward the man, his face bare of any mask. “Anything to report?” Hua Cheng asks from where he’s sitting. Yin Yu nodded. “The city is perfectly fine. There have been numerous signs put up in anger at whoever made Chengzhu ‘sad.’” “Take them down, and make sure that they know not to put up any more.” Hua Cheng instructed. “How are the sign language lessons going?” “The ghosts are taking it in stride, and there have been no issues there.” Hua Cheng smiled slightly. “Anything else you think is noteworthy?” Yin Yu nodded. “Multiple officials have been investigating in secret, asking ghosts about ‘Hua Chengzhu’s beloved’.” “Do not under any circumstance let them figure out who it is. I don’t know what they’d do to him if they knew. Those trash officials would do anything to get back at me.” Yin Yu bowed, sensing that the conversation was over, and left the room. Hua Cheng sighed, and resisted the urge to go back to peering through the butterfly. Surely His Highness wouldn’t want him spying on him constantly. He left for a reason, after all. --- Xie Lian sighed as Mu Qing insisted on being the one to help him bathe. He really didn’t need the help. He can bathe on his own.
(He just didn’t want anyone to see his body with how emaciated he feels.)
“Your Highness, you will not be bathing on your own. I don’t trust the grip of your hands to keep you from falling and accidentally drowning. I don’t want to go through the effort of fishing you out.” Mu Qing said, lifting him out of the bed. It was a bit uncomfortable, being in his arms. It just felt wrong. He watched as Mu Qing’s brows furrowed. He wanted to ask what it was, but he didn’t want to increase the awkwardness he was already feeling. His old attendant carried him into the bathing chambers, setting him down on a bench. He tried to make his body fall to the side onto the rest of the bench - he was still so weak - so he wouldn’t fall backwards, but he didn’t succeed. Mu Qing saw what he was doing, and caught him, laying him down. “You can’t even sit up on your own? How did you expect to be able to bathe alone?” Xie Lian avoided his gaze, ashamed. He didn’t know. The other man sighed, before he started undressing him. It wasn’t particularly hard, since he had so little layers on. He stayed still, not wanting to make Mu Qing’s job harder. He jolted when Mu Qing started poking at his chest, right where it was most tender. He cringed away from his touch, a strangled whimper escaping his damaged throat. “Why do you have a scar? Don’t you always heal?” He shook his head. <Too long, no heal.> “But shouldn’t the shackle be able to heal you anyways? That’s what it’s supposed to do.” Mu Qing said, his brows slightly furrowed in worry, though the man would strongly object to that.
<Bad damage, no heal.>
Mu Qing pursed his lips, but didn’t say anything else on the matter. He just continued undressing him, until there was nothing hiding his state. “This is the result of the coffin?” Mu Qing asked. Xie Lian’s cheeks burned with shame, and he looked anywhere but his old servant’s face. He was immensely grateful that Mu Qing had the foresight to dim the lights in the bathing chamber, because in his effort to avoid the man’s gaze, it would’ve been painful to look elsewhere if the lights had been brighter. Mu Qing didn’t say anything else. He was picked up and placed into the water. He had to resist the urge to recoil from the temperature, feeling like he was submerged in lava with the way the heat pierced his bones. Maybe it was just because of how gaunt and thin he was, the extreme heat easily able to penetrate his body. Granted, the heat probably wasn’t extreme, but it definitely feels like it. Mu Qing helped clean him, trying to be gentle, though Xie Lian still had to hold back any winces of pain when something hurt just a little too much. It’s such a contrast to how Hua Cheng treated him, and it made his eyes blur. …Maybe he’ll try and talk to the butterfly later. Well, not talk, but his intentions are clear. He knows that he won’t be able to go back anytime soon, and since being in heaven is helping him heal faster, he’s certain that the man would encourage him to stay. So he will. He’ll wait until he’s fully healed and then go talk in person. “Your Highness, we’re done. Is there anything you’d like to be dressed in?” Xie Lian looked up, being brought out of his thoughts before shaking his head. <You pick.> Mu Qing nodded, adjusting him in the bath before leaving for a brief second to fetch some robes. “After you’re dressed, there will be food in your room for you. You need to eat all of it so that you can heal faster.” Xie Lian’s heart dropped at that. He won’t be able to eat everything. He doesn’t want to disappoint anyone, but there’s no other option, is there? He chose to nod, not betraying anything of his inner dilemma. Mu Qing came back with some robes in hand, setting them down before he walked over. His arms slipped under his knees and behind his shoulders, lifting him up to the other man’s chest. Water dripped down, and Xie Lian internally winced at the thought of Mu Qing’s expensive robes being ruined by the water. The man himself, however, didn’t bat an eye at the wetness now covering him, and simply walked over to the bench from before. He was laid down and roughly dried off with a towel, his skin turning an angry red. Luckily the soft robes helped to soothe his skin once he was dressed and carried back to the bed. He wants to be back in the water. Even if it was too hot, it still felt heavenly - haha, heavenly - against his always cold body. The smell of soup attacked his nose, and he instantly began to regret, once again, coming up to the heavens. He looked up at Mu Qing and smiled. <Thank you. Can go.> “Will you need help eating?” Mu Qing asked, moving the soup and its tray onto his lap. Xie Lian shook his head, and Mu Qing strode out without a word, seeming to be glad at the opportunity to leave. Xie Lian dipped the spoon into the warm soup, and slowly lifted it to his mouth, his arms slightly shaking. His arms must be really relaxed from the bath if they’re already trembling. He won’t be able to take more than a few bites, but then Mu Qing would get angry at him, and he doesn’t want to disappoint him. He’s done enough of that in his life; Lang Qianqiu, the heavens, his Guoshi, his parents, Wu Ming. He’ll be fine. He’s always fine. After he’s done with the soup he’ll talk to the butterfly, and just hope that Hua Cheng receives his message. --- Mu Qing softly closed the door behind him, his robes still slightly damp from the soapy water. He quickly dried them with a small effort of spiritual energy, pleased at the much nicer sensations of his robes. He wasn’t expecting His Highness to be in such bad shape. It’s only been a few days, and until now there wasn’t much need to change him, so he hadn’t seen how bad he truly was. He could just barely see his organs through his skin. That's not right. At least if he keeps getting better and eating more, he shouldn't be able to see them anymore. It's honestly disgusting. No one wants to see a living man's organs. A dead man's organs aren't much better, but at least the guy is dead, not someone who you know is still alive. He shook his head, walking down the halls in silence until he heard heavy footfalls coming from behind him and down the hallway. “Mu Qing.” He rolled his eyes. “And what does General Ju Yang want?” Feng Xin caught up, his face red as he sputtered in anger. “That's been solved!” “The ladies don't seem to believe that.” Mu Qing said simply, a satisfied smirk on his face. It brought a certain level of… rightness - for lack of a better word- to have Feng Xin reduced to anger like this. It was almost therapeutic. “The Emperor has a job for us.” Feng Xin said, calming himself; which, frankly, Mu Qing didn’t know that he could do. “What is it?” He asked, stopping and turning towards the other general, causing the man to almost run into him. “He wants us to set up more arrays around your palace to protect His Highness, since he’s wary of Hua Cheng breaking in to steal him back.” Mu Qing scoffed. “He won’t get into my palace even if we don’t put up more arrays. I’m not a martial god for nothing.” “Even so, he still wants it done.” Feng Xin said. He rolled his eyes. “Obviously, if he ordered it. I just don’t like it.” “Neither do I.” Feng Xin agreed. “He should know that Hua Cheng shouldn’t be able to break into heaven. Why does he want us to create more arrays?” “I would say that he doesn’t want to take any chances, but that can’t be it.” Mu Qing said as he continued walking. “There have been many times when he’s done something that we thought Crimson Rain was going to retaliate for, and he’s never wanted to strengthen anything.” Feng Xin nodded, following after him. “Jun Wu is definitely up to something. But I don’t know how we would investigate. There’s a reason he doesn’t need to strengthen anything. He’s too powerful for anything to really affect him.” Mu Qing turned into a nondescript room for them to talk in, minimising the chances of some other god hearing. Feng Xin, as always, followed. He followed when he left the prince, and he followed him up to the heavens as well. The door was shut behind them, and Mu Qing finally answered. “Maybe one of us can disguise as one of his deputies. Surely he can’t know each and every one of them.” He suggested. Feng Xin shook his head. “I’ve seen him interact with them multiple times before. He knows each one by name, knowing enough about them to ask how they’re doing, as well as their family. It wouldn’t work.” “It also doesn’t line up with our original idea.” Mu Qing pointed out. “We thought that Jun Wu might’ve made an agreement with Hua Cheng, but if he wants more protection for His Highness with the fear that Hua Cheng would kidnap him, then that can’t be right.” Feng Xin dipped his head back and groaned, his adams apple bobbing with the noise. “What else could it be then? Does he have an obsession with His Highness or something?!” Mu Qing froze at those words, and Feng Xin just paced, not aware of what was said. “An obsession.” He whispered quietly. “That would make sense.” “What?” Feng Xin asked, tipping his head forward to get a better look at him. “An obsession.” Mu Qing repeated. “It would make sense. He was always the emperor’s favourite, and he knew that His Highness was with Hua Cheng. Why would he know if he wasn’t already looking?” “Do you think he knew that His Highness was in the coffin?” Feng Xin asked, eyes wide with a smidge of anger. “Most likely. The better question is how did he know he was there in the first place?” “He was probably tracking him somehow.” Feng Xin said. “But I don’t know how he would do that. We’d have to investigate more to know that.” “We need someone to investigate then.” Mu Qing said. “It definitely shouldn’t be you. You’re not known for your subtlety.” “Hey! Neither are you!” Feng Xin said, pointing at him. Mu Qing rolled his eyes. “Even if I’m not, I’m much better at staying undetected than you are. I could hear you walking down the hall a mile away earlier.” “Then you should investigate!” “Oh, but I thought you said I wasn’t subtle enough. Why don’t you do it since I’m not good enough?” Mu Qing retorted, folding his arms. “But you said that I was worse than you!” “I never said that.” Mu Qing denied. Feng Xin will forever be better than him. After all, he’s just a stupid little kid pretending to be something of worth, and Feng Xin deserves the title of god more than he does. He just doesn’t say it out loud. “Well, you implied it.” “If you don’t want to investigate that bad, then why didn’t you just say so?” Mu Qing said. Feng Xin stomped over to him. “Stop acting like you’re all high and mighty. Do you remember how you started out?” ‘Do you remember how you started out,’ he asks. Of course he does. Of fucking course he does. How could he forget the years of ridicule from the other cultivators up on Mount Taicang just because he was a commoner? “You’re just proving my point. While I’m just a commoner, I’m still smarter than a god. Of course I should be allowed to act ‘high and mighty,’ as you so gracefully put it.” Mu Qing said, sarcasm dripping off his tongue as he stared up at Feng Xin. “Well, why don’t you go fucking investigate!” “No! This is my palace, so I need to be here to make sure that everything is in order! You go investigate!” Mu Qing yelled, finally snapping. He was done. “We’re gonna need whoever we can get! It isn’t a one man job!” Feng Xin yelled back. “Well, make it a one man job! Someone needs to watch over His Highness!” “Then it might as well be me! I stuck around the longest, so I know how to take care of him better!” Mu Qing scoffed, jabbing a finger into Feng Xin’s chest, pushing him backward. “Pfft! You act as if you didn’t dress him for 10 years of his life! You act like you know how to do his hair, how he looked when he was sick!” “Well, then let me fucking learn!” He opened his mouth to retort, but he was quickly silenced by Pei Ming entering the room, clapping his hands together. “Alright generals, what are you investigating?” Mu Qing and Feng Xin shared a glance, wordlessly communicating that they can’t say anything to Pei Ming. He’s the most powerful god, aside from the emperor. There’s no telling if he would report them. “Nothing, Ming Guang.” Mu Qing said, his composure already perfectly in place. Pei Ming laughed. “I heard you guys arguing from across the palace. Clearly you’re investigating something. Wouldn’t it help to have a powerful god by your side?” Feng Xin looked at him, and Mu Qing looked back as he heard a voice enter his mind.
He’s right. We probably wouldn’t be able to do anything with just us. And if it turns out that the Emperor is hiding something and decides to attack us, Pei Ming would be a good asset.
Curse this man and his brain. Mu Qing has officially decided that his initial assumption from years ago about him being brain dead is not entirely accurate. While he’s incredibly stupid most days, there are times when he has a good idea. We need to make sure that we don’t tell him what we’re investigating until we know that he won’t turn on us. Mu Qing replied in their array. We can’t afford to make a mistake. “We’re investigating something that we find suspicious.” Mu Qing said, analysing every detail of Pei Ming’s face for a reaction. The northern general clasped his hands behind his back. “Is it about the Emperor? I was originally sent here to help with the arrays, but this sounds more interesting, and I find myself inclined to help.” Mu Qing scoffed. There’s no use in hiding it from him if he already knows that the Emperor is suspicious. “We were going to investigate him, but someone,” He shot a glare at Feng Xin. “Didn’t want to be the investigator.” “Hey, it’s not my fault-” “Alright, alright.” Pei Ming said, stepping forward and putting his hands in between them. “Why do we need to investigate him? I found him a bit off myself in our meeting just barely, but you two have clearly thought about this alot.” “...We think he may have an obsession with His Highness.” Feng Xin explained. Pei Ming raised an eyebrow. “And why do you think that?” “How else would he know where His Highness was?” Mu Qing asked. “He knew that he was with Hua Cheng, and we have no spies in Ghost City. He would’ve had to have tracked him, and you don’t do that if you’re not obsessed.” “Which means he would’ve known that His Highness was in that coffin. So why wouldn't he rescue him?” Feng Xin finished explaining for him, earning him a glare from the other southern general. “He did seem oddly happy when I agreed to strengthen defences around Xuan Zhen’s palace. It was like he was glad to finally have His Highness in his grasp.” Pei Ming mentioned. “It might not be safe up in the heavens anymore. We don't know what Jun Wu wants, but it's extremely hard to investigate without him knowing.” Feng Xin started pacing. “We won't be able to move His Highness unless we have a really good excuse either. The fuck are we going to do?” It was almost humbling to see Feng Xin stressed like this. They don’t even know that Jun Wu is a threat yet, Mu Qing thinks, yet he’s already freaking out with the urge to protect his prince. He almost wants to go to Hua Cheng and ask for assistance in investigating the emperor, but if they are working together for whatever reason, then he would just tip the emperor off instead of keeping this whole thing a secret. This is so complicated. “Feng Xin, calm down. No one’s dead yet, right?” Pei Ming asks. Feng Xin nods. “Then there’s no reason to panic. We can prepare a backup base in case the heavens turn out to be unsafe, but for now there’s nothing wrong with staying here.” Pei Ming explained, and Feng Xin’s posture sagged. “How are we going to investigate? Just observe from afar until we can come up with something?” Feng Xin asked. “The emperor is gone ninety percent of the time.” Mu Qing folded his arms. “That’s the only thing we can realistically do without risking anything. We can try and have more meetings with the Emperor, which I suspect will be fairly easy if he’s as obsessed with His Highness as I think he is. He’ll want updates as to how he’s doing, and I know for a fact that he dislikes using the array.” “I second that.” Pei Ming said. “There’s not much we really can do. We can help His Highness recover faster so that in the event of an emergency he can help himself if needed. We should only focus on those two things.” “What if Hua Cheng comes for him?” Feng Xin asked. “Then we just hope that he won’t harm his ‘muse.’” Mu Qing said.
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“Your Highness, we’re going to do some stretches. You need to be healed as fast as possible.” Mu Qing said, walking into the room after briefly knocking, Feng Xin in tow. Xie Lian blearily blinked his eyes open, buried underneath the covers. The butterfly had come out before he fell asleep, helping him get rid of the soup that he was unable to finish and tucking him in. He was going to talk to the butterfly, but after he was cuddled up in the soft embrace of the blankets, he promptly passed out. He turned his head towards the door, barely able to keep his eyes open against the light flooding in from the hallway. Luckily, Mu Qing noticed and shut the door. <Why?> He mouthed, confused. You can’t rush healing. “Because you need to be able to move.” Mu Qing said, walking up to the bed. “I don’t want you in my palace any longer than necessary.” Xie Lian grimaced slightly and nodded in understanding. He knew that he was being a burden, but he didn’t think it was that bad. Mu Qing pulled back the covers, stripping him of his warmth. Feng Xin was fidgeting nervously, but even if he wanted to ask what was wrong, he knew he wouldn’t be able to. Mu Qing sat him up on the bed, making sure that he was propped up with a few pillows, but he still had to expend a lot of strength to keep himself from falling backwards over them. His arm was grabbed, and carefully - although not gently - bent at the elbow, stretching the muscles there with a sharp twinge of pain. He fought to keep his face straight, but Hua Cheng had spoiled him by not allowing him to feel any pain. “Mu Qing, stop it. You’re hurting him.” Feng Xin curtly ordered, glaring. Mu Qing rolled his eyes. “It’s not like you would be any more gentle.” “At least I wouldn’t hurt him.” Feng Xin retorted. “Well then, why don’t you try it?” Mu Qing asked. “I’d like to see you be more gentle than I am.” Xie Lian sighed as Feng Xin stepped up to the challenge, already preparing to hold back any indicators of pain. He knows that the man wouldn’t purposely hurt him, but that doesn’t mean he won’t. He braced himself as Feng Xin grabbed his arm, and began doing what Mu Qing had been doing. Mu Qing was right. Feng Xin was a lot rougher. He applied a weak amount of resistance to Feng Xin’s rough handling, and the man stopped. “Your Highness, you don’t have to resist. We can wait until you’re stronger.” Xie Lian shook his head. <I’m fine.> Feng Xin gave him a look but ultimately decided to keep going, eventually moving on to bending his wrist in all sorts of directions. Mu Qing seemed to get annoyed at how long it was taking, and ended up starting to stretch Xie Lian’s other arm.
They were too close. Just like the walls of the coffin.
He kept his face blank, making sure that they couldn’t discern what was going on in his mind; though he did unconsciously shrink back, leaning against the pillows a bit more. Eventually both of his wrists and elbows were all stretched, which means that there was only his shoulders left to do. He just wanted this to be over already. It felt like everything was pressing too close, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. “-our Highness, we’re done.” Xie Lian looked towards them with a smile, although it was slightly strained. <Thanks.> Feng Xin nodded, before backing away. He internally sighed with relief. Mu Qing was still right next to him, but there was no longer anything pressing in from both sides. It felt freeing. “Ju Yang, why don’t you go get some food from the kitchens?” Mu Qing asked, glaring over at the other general. For whatever reason, Feng Xin’s face went red, but with a glance at Xie Lian, he promptly walked out without giving Mu Qing an answer. “Hopefully that idiot went to get the food.” Mu Qing muttered under his breath. Xie Lian cocked his head to the side. Mu Qing rolled his eyes. “Do you not know the story behind that name?” Truthfully, he didn’t and shook his head. He was able to discern, however, that it probably had something to do with the fact that he was literally just called ‘gigantic masculinity’. The other man smirked. “Well, does His Highness want to hear it?” Xie Lian thought for a moment. He honestly just wanted them to leave so he could spend some more time with the butterfly. He shrugged, because he didn’t want to be rude by saying no, but he also didn’t want to say yes. Thankfully, he was saved by Feng Xin walking back in with a full tray of food in his hands. “Who’s the servant now?” Mu Qing asked smugly. Feng Xin shot him a glare. “Shut up.” The tray was placed over his lap, and Xie Lian looked down at the food in growing anxiety. Just like last time, it was so much. “Start eating, Your Highness.” Mu Qing said. “It’ll go cold if you don’t start now.” Xie Lian slowly nodded, but truthfully, he didn’t know where to start. There was no soup on the tray this time, mainly filled with a few soft foods like mantou as well as some soft looking fruit. The fruit had a white glow to it, and if he had to guess, it was probably taken from the Heavenly Gardens behind the Emperor’s palace. He decided to start with the fruit first, since it would be imbued with heavenly energy and it would help him heal faster. With each painful swallow of the fruit, he felt himself absorb the energy, and he no longer felt like he was going to fall over backwards. Hopefully the fruit will help him be able to eat a bit more of the other food. He felt awkward eating in front of his two old friends, the silence too loud and the sounds of his chewing filling the room. He grabbed a mantou with each of his hands, and held them out. Anything to get rid of the suffocating silence. He does not want quiet right now. Feng Xin took one after a pause, biting into it softly, Mu Qing following suit. They ate in silence, the usual arguing between the other two nowhere to be found. …Was something wrong? Did he do something he wasn’t supposed to? Or is it something else? Is there something happening in their territory that they need to solve but are instead stuck here with him? Or worse, were they just uncomfortable because of how he looked? He hunched his shoulders slightly and dipped his head, slowly grabbing a mantou off the tray. His arms were getting tired; from both the stretches and the constant back and forth of grabbing fruit and bringing it to his mouth. His hand shook as he bit into the mantou, ripping off a small section of the fluffy dough. It was delicious. He had forgotten how much he loved mantou. After a century of tasting nothing but blood, and then only being able to barely taste soup, it had completely slipped his mind that mantou could taste this divine. Or maybe it was just the difference in texture between it and the soup. While the dough was soft, it was still fully cooked and solid, a drastic difference than the soup. He smiled softly, chewing carefully. “Your Highness.” Mu Qing said in between bites. “We’re going to help you stretch your legs, and then we’re going to work on vocal exercises. You need to be able to speak, it’s weird if you don’t.” Xie Lian froze momentarily, before looking up and smiling. He nodded. It’s not like he could resist anyways. Mu Qing nodded as well, before finishing off his mantou. Feng Xin was taking a bit longer, mind seeming to be somewhere else. It was unlike him to have such a thoughtful look on his face, with his eyes occasionally darting to Xie Lian’s form. Maybe he really did think he was ugly. Xie Lian wouldn’t blame him, of course. Even he thinks that he’s rather disgusting right now; and he’ll continue to be disgusting further into the future, because it takes a long time to recover from emaciation. He, unfortunately, speaks from experience. Xie Lian took another bite of the mantou in his hand, before he could no longer muster the energy to lift it again. It’s unfortunate, because he wasn’t expecting the surge in his appetite with the direct consumption of heavenly energy from the fruit, instead of just slowly absorbing the energy surrounding him. He was still hungry, and while he was able to keep his arm moving for longer than he’s been able to do before, it still wasn’t enough. It would’ve been better to stay in that coffin than have to deal with the agonising process of recovery. He would’ve learned to deal with the pain eventually, and no one would’ve had to see him like this, little more than a skeleton with skin, barely able to do normal bodily functions like eating. The tray was grabbed from his lap by carefully maintained hands, and Xie Lian looked up to see Mu Qing taking the tray. “You don’t have to force yourself.” He said, carrying the tray to a table and setting it down. Feng Xin nodded, before standing up and making sure that the covers weren’t in the way before switching the bandages around his injured leg. He had forgotten that he was injured. He was internally grateful to Feng Xin for switching the bandages, although the new ones were wrapped a little too tightly than he would like. Mu Qing came back and piled more pillows behind him, explaining that with the stretches, support for his back would be more important so they didn’t accidentally push him over. That made him scared of how intense these stretches would be. Surely they wouldn’t be too bad, right? They were indeed that bad. Each man took hold of a different leg, stretching out his ankle by rotating it at all angles over and over. He held back a wince every time a muscle moved a little too much and made him want to tug his legs out of their grip. Eventually, they moved on to bending his legs at the knee, and that was when he really couldn’t hold back a little jerk. Unfortunately, Feng Xin was just a little bit protective of him in his fragile state, and Mu Qing was the one holding his injured leg, which was the one that jerked. “Be more gentle.” Feng Xin snapped, turning towards the other man. Mu Qing scoffed. “I didn’t know that word was a part of your vocabulary.” Feng Xin released one of his hands from Xie Lian’s legs, and shoved Mu Qing. “I said be more gentle, not berate me about what words I know and what words I don’t.” “And who said I was berating you?” Mu Qing asked, before shoving Feng Xin back. “That’s what you were doing!” Feng Xin exclaimed. “You were scolding me!” “Because you deserved to be scolded. You don’t get to scold someone without expecting to be scolded back.” Mu Qing countered, releasing Xie Lian’s leg entirely to fully face the other man. Feng Xin did the same, both hands now clenched in fists as they stared at each other. Before the fight could escalate, there was a knock on the door, and then it opened. Mu Qing turned around, ready to yell at whatever deputy had entered, when he immediately stopped, bowing his head. “Your Majesty.” Feng Xin bowed his head as well, abandoning his pursuit of a fight with Mu Qing to show respect towards the Emperor. Xie Lian’s eyes widened, and he leaned forward slightly, his head bowing as well. Jun Wu laughed softly. “No need to be so formal. I am simply here to see how Xianle is recovering.” Xie Lian winced, not really pleased to be hearing the word ‘Xianle’ again. It was too painful of a reminder, even 600 years later. The trio raised their heads, and watched as Jun Wu approached the bed, sitting on the side where Xie Lian was. The two southern generals stepped back, studying them. “Xianle. How has it been since you were rescued from Hua Cheng?” Xie Lian bit the inside of his cheek. He didn’t want to show disrespect by not answering, so he opened his mouth, trying to force the words out, but he was unable to. …Maybe Jun Wu knows sign. It seems like something that an emperor would have to know. <Xianle is doing good.> He settled on signing. It’s not like he could say that he wants to go back. Jun Wu smiled. “I’m glad to hear that. Have the two generals been treating you right?” Xie Lian nodded, a tentative smile appearing on his face. It was nice to be able to communicate like this. <This one has been treated all right.> “Just ‘all right’?” Jun Wu asked, raising one brow and looking over at Mu Qing. “‘All right isn’t good enough. Xianle deserves to be treated with the utmost respect. After all, with what you went through, it’s only right.” Mu Qing looked like he wanted to say something, but he was stopped before he could begin by Xie Lian beginning to sign something new. <This one thanks His Majesty, but it really is fine.> “I could bring you to my palace.” Jun Wu offered, focusing his attention on Xie Lian once again. Feng Xin and Mu Qing visibly recoiled. “It would be more comfortable.” He smiled, but shook his head. <It’s nice to be back with them.> He signed. <It’s comforting. This one will have to turn down your gracious offer.> Jun Wu smiled gently. “Of course, if that's what Xianle wants. I will just have to make sure that I have a few deputies around at all times. I have to make sure that Xianle is always treated right.” The man then stood up, walking over to Mu Qing. Mu Qing bowed. “I trust that’s acceptable with Xuan Zhen?” Mu Qing nodded. “Of course, Your Majesty.” Jun Wu nodded. “I will be taking my leave then. I’ll be back to visit soon.” The emperor strode out of the room, the door shutting behind him and his magnificent robes. Feng Xin let out an audible sigh. “Your Highness, don’t stay in his palace, whatever you do.” Xie Lian cocked his head, the unspoken question in the air. “...It might not be safe.” Mu Qing said, glancing at the closed door. “It’s better to listen to us for now.”
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He Xuan walked through the halls of the Heavenly Emperor’s palace, his skin meticulously crafted to appear as normal as possible when compared to the other deputies in the palace. He was lucky to have had to go up into the heavens when the Emperor decided to move some of his deputies into Mu Qing’s palace. He decided to take his chances and see if His Highness would be there. Knowing Jun Wu, he would only share his deputies if it would give him something to gain, and based on the previous favouritism. If Xie Lian was in Mu Qing’s palace then it all makes sense. For some reason, Jun Wu wants to keep his eyes on His Highness. He Xuan wants to know why. He was one of the selected deputies to go to Xuan Zhen’s palace, and so he had the prime opportunity to observe Xie Lian and his old friends for anything that’s going on. Yin Yu had told him that Hua Cheng had a butterfly with His Highness, but that wouldn’t be able to get everything, since it would certainly only be staying in Xie Lian’s room. He will be implementing himself much deeper into the thick of things. He will be eavesdropping in on different conversations, trying to subtly investigate both the emperor and the two southern generals. He will not be telling Hua Cheng about this development unless completely necessary. He does not want to be subjected to constant questioning about His Highness when he won’t even be with the man ninety percent of the time. He stepped out of the Palace of Divine Might, walking with purpose to Mu Qing’s palace. The walk wasn’t too long - since he was an influential martial god, and was therefore located closer to the emperor’s palace - and soon found himself standing outside of the general’s palace. The design of the place wasn’t bad, but it screamed Mu Qing. It was decked out in subtle elegance while somehow still being able to be ostentatious. It honestly annoys him. He hates how all the gods believe themselves to be high and mighty and that they can do no wrong. It’s revolting. He walked up to the door, and knocked a few times before taking a step back. One of Mu Qing’s deputies opened the door, and upon seeing his uniform promptly let him in. He Xuan inwardly smirked. Oh, the wonderful possibilities of transformation. He strode through the halls, going to where he knew Mu Qing’s office was from previous investigations, and held his hand up to knock on the door. But he froze after hearing what was being said inside. “-e can’t let his deputies overtake the palace. We have to keep them in the dark as much as possible.” “Feng Xin, how the fuck are we supposed to do that? Surely the emperor will be getting reports from his deputies. He’d know.” “Well, according to you I’m not smart, so why don’t you tell me?” There was an exasperated sigh. “Isn’t it obvious? We just give them random things to do in order to keep them busy. We can send them out to assist in prayers, or we can assign them to sorting through prayers.” “But wouldn’t the emperor have given them instructions to keep an eye on His Highness? He said ‘I have to make sure that Xianle is always treated right.’ That’s not normal.” “That’s just more evidence towards what we suspect.” Came Mu Qing’s voice. “It’s just clear he’s obsessed at a higher level than we originally suspected if he’s willing to always have eyes on him.” Obsession? That suspicion would land them with banishment if it ever got out. He supposes it’s a good thing that it’s him listening in, instead of an actual deputy. It’s also a rather good theory. With the clear favouritism from even 600 years ago, obsession is a likely story. If the stories are true about His Highness stabbing the Emperor upon his second ascension, then the continued case of favouritism would make sense. “So we just keep the deputies in a constant pile of work? What happens if we run out of things for them to do? His deputies are known for being extremely efficient.” “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. The situation could have changed by then. Besides, I’m rather behind on prayers anyways. Taking care of His Highness has prevented me from answering more.” …Maybe he can help with that. Subtly, of course, but he can sabotage the work of the other deputies to prolong how much they have to do. He doesn’t want Jun Wu to be watching His Highness either, Hua Cheng would kill him. He figured that this was a good time to finally announce his presence, and he knocked on the door. “General Xuan Zhen.” He said respectfully, in a voice that wasn’t his. “This one was sent by the Emperor.” The two inside went silent before there was soft rustling accompanied by footsteps. The door opened, Mu Qing holding the door and Feng Xin standing in the background, arms crossed. “You’re a deputy from His Majesty’s palace?” Mu Qing asked. “How long have you been standing there?” He Xuan bowed his head, putting on the perfect facade. “Only a few seconds, General.” Mu Qing glanced back at Feng Xin, before focusing his gaze on him once again. “You were sent to be useful, correct?” He nodded. “I have some prayers for you to attend to then.” Mu Qing ordered. “You can go to my head deputy and ask for them.” He Xuan nodded once again, bowing before he left. He’s going to have to talk to Hua Cheng after all. Jun Wu is up to something, and they need to figure out what he’s planning.
Hua Cheng. I have some intel.
He waited for a second, turning down a carefully maintained hallway.
What do you want, He Xuan?
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes like Mu Qing and answered. Jun Wu is up to something.
And how do you know this?
Because I’m in Xuan Zhen’s palace, posing as one of the deputies that the Emperor sent to watch His Highness. When I went to Mu Qing’s office, him and Feng Xin were talking about how Jun Wu must be planning something.
There was a pause, then: Do you know which palace His Highness is in?
He’s in Mu Qing’s. I think that’s why the Emperor decided to send his deputies to assist; the generals were theorising that Jun Wu is obsessed with His Highness, and that’s why the deputies were sent over.
Sabotage the other deputies. They cannot be allowed to report to Jun Wu. If that so-called Heavenly Emperor is obsessed, he isn’t allowed to know anything about His Highness condition. I wouldn’t put it past him to take advantage of His Highness in some way while he’s indisposed like this. He Xuan hummed into the array. Understood. Do you want me to check in on His Highness?
…No. I have a butterfly with him. When he rejects the butterfly, then you can check in.
Hua Cheng disconnected from the array, his hand falling from his temple and down into his lap. There were multiple city documents sitting in front of him, but after He Xuan contacted him, he’s lost all motivation to complete them. He stood up from his desk, Eming rattling at his side in anger. Jun Wu does not have the right to even look at His Highness, let alone be obsessed with him. Who does he think he is? He would even go as far as to say that that fake Emperor is worse than him. This suspected obsession needs to be investigated. He had never liked the Emperor, even before he banished his beloved from the heavens, and maybe with an investigation, he can find some evidence to demote that pompous god from his throne of lies. A man like that can’t be honest, and no one can rule with such an iron grip if they haven’t fabricated at least part of their story; and while Jun Wu is, unfortunately, smart, no one is perfect. To ascend is human, to fall is also human. And there is no such thing as a perfect human being. — “Fuck! They’re already here! What if that official heard what we were talking about, and is reporting it this very second?!” Mu Qing folded his arms as Feng Xin buried his fingers in his scalp, turning around in a circle as he tilted his head back. “My head deputy reported that the official was already heading down to the mortal realm to handle some prayers.” Feng Xin looked toward him. “Communication arrays do exist, you know that right?” “Even then, Jun Wu wouldn’t trust some random official to have his password. If anything, they would have Ling Wen’s, and we all know how busy she is.” “But-” “Then we just have to hope that the official didn’t hear anything we said.” Mu Qing interrupted. “We can set up silencing arrays around my palace and disguise it as something to help His Highness.” Feng Xin paused. “I didn’t know you could have good ideas.” “Well, neither did I, but here we are.” Mu Qing said, rolling his eyes. “If only you could use those good ideas in a useful way.” “I do use them in a useful way! Wasn’t I the one to come up with our theory of obsession?” “No, I was the one to come up with that. You only provided a small amount of assistance to that revelation.” “But that basically means it’s my idea! Just because you were the one who fully formed it doesn’t mean that I wasn’t the one to mention it first!” “How does that matter?” Mu Qing asked. Feng Xin sputtered. “I- well-!” Mu Qing scoffed. “Let’s just go check on His Highness. We need to be around him as much as possible so that we can watch Jun Wu’s officials and make sure they don’t get up to anything.” He strode out of the room towards where His Highness was staying, and internally sighed when he heard Feng Xin’s loud footsteps behind him. Seriously, does he have to walk that loud? At this rate, if His Highness ever wants to sleep while Feng Xin is around, it’ll be impossible. The two generals arrived at the door leading into Xie Lian’s room, and Mu Qing quickly knocked to announce their presence before entering. He caught a glimpse of something silver fluttering behind the closed curtains, and tensed. Feng Xin saw the same thing, and also tensed up. Xie Lian looked up at them, eyes just barely widened. His hand had been raised when they entered, but he quickly set it down in his lap. “Your Highness, was anything in here?” Mu Qing asked, the first one to recover. Xie Lian shook his head. “Are you sure?” Feng Xin asked. “If we checked behind the curtain, there wouldn’t be anything there?” Mu Qing watched as Xie Lian’s eyes quickly flickered over to the curtains before looking back at them. He nodded his head. “We’re obligated to check out of concern for your safety.” Feng Xin said, walking over to the curtain. Mu Qing followed, noting the way that Xie Lian tensed up. What was he hiding? He quickly turned his head to Feng Xin when he jumped back, bow out. The curtains had been parted, and right in front of them fluttered a small, silver butterfly. Mu Qing immediately pulled out his sabre, putting himself in front of His Highness. “Crimson Rain, get your fucking butterfly out of the heavens!” The butterfly seemed to hesitate, before more suddenly started pouring into the room, forming a silhouette of a tall man. The silver faded out to a bloody red, and Hua Cheng’s face stared at them. Pei Ming, get your ass over here right now. Crimson Rain is here. Mu Qing called in their array. What the fuck do you mean ‘Crimson Rain is here’?! How did he get in? We haven’t even put up the protection arrays yet! His Highness was playing with one of his butterflies, and we confronted it once we saw it. We told it to leave, not summon its master! There was a curse mumbled under Pei Ming’s breath before the man spoke again. I’ll be right over. Should I call for anyone else? No, Mu Qing said. We have to keep this under wraps, otherwise the rest of the heavens will learn of His Highness’ state. There came no reply, so he turned his attention back to Hua Cheng. The man had crossed his arms, singular eye wide and seeming to be stuck on Xie Lian though Eming’s eye was staring at him and Feng Xin warily. A quick glance at Xie Lian revealed that he wasn’t harmed, but he did seem to be frozen in shock. An arrow created by spiritual energy was fired by Feng Xin, but Hua Cheng tore his gaze from Xie Lian and pulled Eming out of its sheath, cutting the arrow in half. He smirked. “Why are the generals so hostile? I’m only paying His Highness a quick visit.” “Hua Cheng, we rescued His Highness from you!” Feng Xin said calmly. Mu Qing can’t tell if he’s just really angry or suddenly got a grasp on his emotions. “He doesn’t want you here.” Xie Lian shook his head frantically in denial, making a weird amount of gestures with his hands, directed at Hua Cheng. Hua Cheng took a step towards the bed, but Mu Qing wasn’t having it. He quickly lunged forward, striking out with his sabre in an effort to prevent him from getting to His Highness. Hua Cheng countered with Eming, the resounding clang echoing around the palace. Hua Cheng momentarily faltered, looking away from Mu Qing to where Xie Lian had clapped his hands over his ears, a strangled whimper quietly escaping him. The door was flung open, revealing Pei Ming who was brandishing his plain sword. Mu Qing rolled his eyes. “Ming Guang, do you really think that an average mortal sword would be the best thing to put up against Crimson Rain?” Pei Ming huffed. “It was what I had on hand!” Feng Xin grumbled. “Don’t fucking argue over a sword, we need to protect His Highness!” The man in red sneered. “And you’ve done such a good job at that these past 600 years.” The two southern generals attacked Hua Cheng at the same time, but they were easily deflected by newly summoned butterflies. Eming was sheathed, and the man stepped towards the bed. Mu Qing couldn’t help but notice the slight uncertainty in his step, but his attention was quickly drawn away by more butterflies advancing on them. “Pei Ming, stop him from getting to His Highness!” Feng Xin ordered, before quickly surrounding himself with a shield from the butterflies. Mu Qing followed suit, using his spiritual energy to create a powerful barrier around himself. Pei Ming lunged forward, jumping between the bed and Hua Cheng. The ghost king simply raised one eyebrow. “How does Ming Guang suppose he’s going to stop me?” Pei Ming grinned. “Would it be too daring to say that I was hoping to overpower you with my dashing looks?” “Yes.” Hua Cheng said, staring at him. “Damn, tough crowd.” Pei Ming muttered, before raising his voice. “Wanna talk it out? I know my sword won’t last against you, and I have no interest in dying today.” “And what would General Ming Guang have to talk about? Surely you wouldn’t think I want to hear about your flings with women.” Pei Ming hummed. “No no, I wouldn’t dare to sully their honour like that. I was more thinking about something we might have in common.” “And what would that be?” Hua Cheng asked. “A common enemy.” — Jun Wu sat at his throne, posture perfectly straight; if Mei Nianqing ingrained only one thing in his brain, it was to always keep up appearances. He had messed up once, and it resulted in his friend leaving because he figured out what was on his face. He won’t make that mistake again.
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Xie Lian was just playing with the silver butterfly on his fingers - his arm raised in an attempt to build up muscle - when he heard the loud footsteps of Feng Xin. He quickly ushered the butterfly towards the curtain, waving at it to go. It hesitated, but ultimately decided to follow his request. The butterfly had just made it to the curtain when the door opened after a brief knock, revealing Mu Qing and Feng Xin as they stepped into the room. He watched as Mu Qing’s eyes narrowed towards the curtain and tensed, Feng Xin following suit from behind him. He placed his hand down in his lap and looked at them, hoping that they wouldn’t do anything to his poor butterfly companion. It was his only connection to Hua Cheng. “Your Highness, was anything in here?” Mu Qing asked, tearing his gaze away from the curtain to look at him. Xie Lian shook his head. “Are you sure?” Feng Xin questioned. “If we checked behind the curtain, there wouldn’t be anything there?” He tried to keep himself from looking at the curtain, but his worry won over. He had to make sure the butterfly was behind the curtain. He glanced over, and he wasn’t able to spot the butterfly, so he looked back at his two old friends and nodded. “We’re obligated to check out of concern for your safety.” Feng Xin said, walking over to the curtain. Xie Lian watched as Mu Qing followed, his shoulders tense. They’re going to find the butterfly, they’re going to find it. He jolted slightly when Feng Xin suddenly jumped back with his bow, and he resisted the urge to bow his head. He closed his eyes and sent a prayer to no one in particular, hoping that the butterfly would survive. He opened them again, the butterfly being in clear view now that the curtains had been pushed to the side. There was a shing! of metal as Mu Qing’s sabre was unsheathed, pointed towards the butterfly. Mu Qing stepped in front of him, blocking his view of the butterfly before yelling “Crimson Rain, get your fucking butterfly out of the heavens!” The butterfly seemed to hesitate, before more suddenly started appearing, the room flooding with them as they formed the shape of a man. Then, Hua Cheng was staring at him. He was taller than Mu Qing, so their gazes were easily able to be met. His left eye was wide, the other covered by his usual eyepatch. Xie Lian froze, shocked, and also somewhat mortified. He had not left Hua Cheng on good terms. He even gave back the ring the man gave him! No one in their right mind would give back a gift! They stared at each other in equal silence, not moving. A spiritual arrow was fired by Feng Xin, and their gazes finally broke, Hua Cheng immediately unsheathing Eming to prevent the arrow from reaching in. Hua Cheng smirked. “Why are the generals so hostile? I’m only paying His Highness a quick visit.” A shiver went down Xie Lian’s spine. Hearing Hua Cheng’s voice after weeks of being isolated from him was quite a shock. He never wants to be away from him again. “Hua Cheng, we rescued His Highness from you!” Feng Xin said calmly. “He doesn’t want you here.” Xie Lian frantically shook his head, his mind immediately being taken off of the fact that Feng Xin was calm, and started signing. <I do want you here, I regret coming here, please don’t leave, I want to go back to you, please!> He signed urgently. Silver bells chimed as Hua Cheng stepped forward. Mu Qing lunged at him, swiping at him with his sabre. Hua Cheng deflected his attack with Eming, and- god. He clamped his hands over his ears, shutting his eyes tightly. A whimper escaped him, the sound of their weapons clashing ringing painfully in his ears. Pei Ming burst into the room and he opened his eyes, the quiet sound of the door opening alerting him. He could barely even hear the door opening with the previous clash still filling his ears. “Ming Guang, do you really think that an average mortal sword would be the best thing to put up against Crimson Rain?” Mu Qing asked, and Xie Lian knew, even without looking at him, that he was rolling his eyes. Pei Ming huffed. “It was what I had on hand!” “Don’t fucking argue over a sword, we need to protect His Highness!” Feng Xin grumbled. He turned his head towards Feng Xin with surprise. He still thinks he needs to protect him? Hua Cheng's expression grew dark, and he sneered. “And you’ve done such a good job at that these past 600 years.” Xie Lian watched as Feng Xin and Mu Qing attacked in tandem, but neither of them got even close to successfully hitting Hua Cheng, due to the flood of butterflies that were just summoned. Hua Cheng sheathed Eming, and started walking towards him, but the way he was walking seemed off. He seemed almost... scared. “Pei Ming, stop him from getting to His Highness!” Feng Xin ordered, and Xie Lian saw his old friends surrounding themselves with a shield in the background, but he was laser-focused on Hua Cheng. Now, unfortunately, Pei Ming is rather tall. So when he jumped in between him and Hua Cheng, his view of the ghost king was obstructed, and he could no longer see his face. “How does Ming Guang suppose he’s going to stop me?” Hua Cheng asked. “Would it be too daring to say that I was hoping to overpower you with my dashing looks?” the northern general asked. “Yes.” Hua Cheng deadpanned. Pei Ming muttered something, but he was unable to hear it. Then the man raised his voice. “Wanna talk it out? I know my sword won’t last against you, and I have no interest in dying today.” “And what would General Ming Guang have to talk about? Surely you wouldn’t think I want to hear about your flings with women.” Xie Lian flushed. He doesn’t want to hear about those either. “No no, I wouldn’t dare to sully their honour like that. I was more thinking about something we might have in common.” Pei Ming said. “And what would that be?” Hua Cheng asked. “A common enemy.” Xie Lian had to resist the urge to tilt his head in confusion. Who could be a common enemy between the ghost realm and the heavens? The only person powerful enough to be a threat to Hua Cheng would be the Heavenly Emperor, but Jun Wu isn't heaven's enemy. “Pei Ming!” Mu Qing snapped. “What?” Pei Ming asked. “It makes sense! Why would Crimson Rain be teamed up with Jun Wu?” Ah. So they are talking about Jun Wu. But why? “So the generals don’t trust their emperor?” Hua Cheng said. “That’s a step in the right direction.” “What do you know?” Feng Xin questioned, still holding up his shield against the butterflies. Xie Lian still finds it hard to believe that those cute little creatures can be capable of such dangerous ferocity. Just like Hua Cheng. “Why would I tell you?” Hua Cheng asked. “Well, Hua Cheng, if we’re going against the same enemy, wouldn’t it be beneficial to share what we know?” Mu Qing suggested. “Why don’t you tell me what you know first?” Hua Cheng said condescendingly. “After all, it seems like you have an idea of what Jun Wu wants.” The three generals glanced at each other, before Pei Ming sheathed his sword and raised his hands. “They’re the ones with the ideas, I’m just the extra muscle.” “You mean I'm the one with the ideas.” Mu Qing said. “Hey!” Feng Xin sputtered. Mu Qing rolled his eyes. “Wasn’t I the one who came up with the obsession theory? I don’t recall you mentioning it.” “We’ve had this conversation before! I was the one who helped you come up with it! It wasn’t just you!” “No, this was my idea, and I’m not going to let you steal it!.” “But I was the one who made you think of it!” Xie Lian sighed, shaking his head at the nostalgic arguing. Leave it to them to be arguing while literally fighting for their lives. “Enough.” Hua Cheng said coldly. “I don’t know if this is some kind of foreplay to you, but if Jun Wu really is our enemy, then this is no time to be arguing.” The two immediately glared at him. “He has a point.” Pei Ming said. Feng Xin turned slightly red, while Mu Qing just rolled his eyes. “I’ll call off my butterflies if you two will stop being fucking idiots.” Hua Cheng offered, sounding annoyed. Mu Qing and Feng Xin glanced at each other, and after a moment of hesitation, Mu Qing spoke. “Do it then.” Hua Cheng waved a hand and the butterflies dispersed, though one fluttered towards Xie Lian. Pei Ming quickly stepped out of the way, not wanting to touch the butterfly as it flew past him, consequently letting him see Hua Cheng again. The butterfly landed on his nose and he smiled, knowing it was the one who had been accompanying him since he arrived here. All eyes in the room eyed the butterfly on his nose, though one person for a very different reason than the others. “Does His Highness like the butterfly?” Hua Cheng asked, voice calm and caring compared to how he was speaking to the generals previously. Xie Lian nodded, turning his gaze from the butterfly to look at Hua Cheng. <It’s very pretty.> Hua Cheng smiled. “I’m glad.” “Hua Cheng, get that butterfly away from him!” Feng Xin ordered as he stepped forward. “Can’t you see that it’s not doing anything to His Highness?” Hua Cheng asked, glaring at Feng Xin. “I would never harm him.” Xie Lian’s stomach clenched with guilt. He turned his gaze to Feng Xin, and mouthed, <fine. No harm.> “Your Highness, this man murdered 33 heavenly officials. Who’s to say that he won’t hurt you?” Mu Qing asked sharply. Xie Lian’s eyes widened, and he looked at Hua Cheng. <Can I have the story?> Hua Cheng nodded. “I challenged them, with my ashes and their godhood on the line. If I won, they would step down from the heavens, and if one of them won, I would hand over my ashes. I battled martial gods, and debated with civil gods. I won against all of them, and I gave them a chance to fulfil their part of the deal.” Xie Lian’s jaw dropped. <Your ashes?! Hua Cheng, that’s so reckless!> Hua Cheng’s calm expression cracked for a second, and there was pain in his eye. “I knew that I would win. It was an error on their part for underestimating me. They decided to dishonour our deal, and in retribution, I burned down all their temples.” He considered that for a moment. They didn’t honour their deal, so what Hua Cheng did was completely fair. <That’s fine,> he signed. <They didn’t honour their deal.> “I don’t know what His Highness is saying,” Pei Ming interjected. “But I'm assuming that it's not related to Jun Wu. Weren’t you going to explain everything, Mu Qing?” Mu Qing huffed. “We think that Jun Wu wants something with His Highness. The way he’s acted towards this whole thing of Fangxin and His Highness being the same person is suspicious.” “Give me a step by step of how you came to this conclusion.” Hua Cheng instructed. “Or better yet, just let me see the scenes.” “You can’t share memories like that.” Mu Qing said, rolling his eyes. Hua Cheng raised a finger. “And yet I know how.” “How?” Hua Cheng clasped his hands behind his back and started walking around the room. “My butterflies have the ability to record things, and one of those things is memories. If a person is willing to share their memories with my butterflies, then I can see those memories.” Feng Xin’s eyes narrowed. “How do we know that your butterflies won’t harm us?” The ghost king looked at him. “Why would I injure you when I want your information?” Feng Xin opened his mouth, before closing it a moment later. Hua Cheng smirked. “Thought so.” “Will it let you hear our thoughts during the moment?” Pei Ming asked. Hua Cheng shook his head. “Not unless you spoke them out loud. What do you say, generals?” Xie Lian watched as the three gods looked at each other, seeming to be talking in an array. While they were busy discussing, Hua Cheng stepped forward until he reached the bed. The man kneeled down in front of him, his weight causing the mattress to dip. Xie Lian stared at him, the butterfly on his nose moving to land in Hua Cheng’s hair. <Your Highness.> Hua Cheng signed. <Hua Cheng.> Xie Lian signed back. The ghost bowed his head, eye filling with pain. <This one is sorry to have offended you.> He fidgeted with his fingers nervously. <I’m the one who should be sorry.> Hua Cheng shook his head. <His Highness should never-> Xie Lian gripped Hua Cheng’s hands, before gently letting go. <I should be sorry. I left after all the gentle care you gave me. I didn’t even talk to you beforehand. My brain had panicked and I wanted to leave, but after getting here, I immediately regretted it.> The other raised his head in surprise. <You… regretted it? I thought you were just signing things earlier to distract the generals.> Xie Lian shook his head. <I want to go back with you. I wouldn’t ever lie about that. I know I gave your gift back, and it was really rather pretty, and I shouldn’t have given it back because you were the one to give it to me, but I felt bad taking it, and-> <Your Highness, this one could never be angered about that.> Hua Cheng signed, making Xie Lian pause. <Besides, I have something of yours as well.> Xie Lian’s eyes widened. <Rouye!> As if on command, Rouye slid out of Hua Cheng’s sleeve and wrapped around Xie Lian’s head, covering his vision. He laughed, reaching up with one hand to pet it. The silk band was vibrating excitedly, seeming to be overflowing with joy. One of its ends wrapped around Hua Cheng’s torso and pulled them together, Hua Cheng’s arms immediately coming to wrap around him. Xie Lian froze. The arms around him were cold, but they battled off the chill he always felt with something warm. He couldn’t see the expression on Hua Cheng’s face, but he knew it was just as surprised as his was. Someone cleared their throat, and Rouye released them, unwrapping from Xie Lian’s head and settling around his wrist. Feng Xin was staring at them with anger, Mu Qing with disgust, and Pei Ming with something smug. “Crimson Rain, that was disgusting.” Mu Qing deadpanned. Hua Cheng shrugged, pulling away, leaving Xie Lian to inwardly cry at the loss of warmth. “Who are you to judge me?” Pei Ming shrugged. “Well, now that that’s over, we decided to go along with your weird memory thing.” Hua Cheng stood, the butterfly in his hair fluttering back over to Xie Lian, settling on his shoulder. The man walked over to them, until he was standing just in front of where they had gathered in a loose semi-circle. “Prepare yourselves.” He said, summoning three butterflies. “I can’t guarantee that this won’t be painful.” The three of them tensed, their eyes warily tracking the few butterflies that Hua Cheng had summoned. Each one landed on their foreheads, and Xie Lian watched with curiosity. How long would it take? Is Hua Cheng viewing their memories simultaneously? Wouldn’t that get confusing? Do the butterflies project the memories straight into his mind? And he still doesn’t get why they’re all saying that Jun Wu is suspicious. He’ll respect it of course, it’s not nothing when three gods and a ghost king- two of whom seem to really not like the ghost king - can agree on something. Feng Xin’s warning comes back to him.
“Your Highness, don’t stay in his palace, whatever you do.”
By itself, coming from Feng Xin, isn’t too out of the ordinary for him. But for Mu Qing to follow it up, someone who clearly hates him, means that this isn’t something they’re joking about. He’s obviously missing something, but he can’t do anything about that. If Hua Cheng is looking at their memories right now, it’s highly probable that he wouldn’t be able to see him signing to ask if he can join in. He’ll just have to resign himself to waiting, and ask for an explanation once they’ve all gathered their thoughts.
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Hua Cheng’s gaze darkened. The memories he saw from the three generals were not good. “You need a better plan. The ‘plan’ you currently have is not going to work.” Hua Cheng said, looking between them. “Did you really think that shoving prayers on his officials would work?” Pei Ming shrugged. “I wasn’t part of that. I’m just the extra muscle.” Mu Qing rolled his eyes. “You’re still one of the oldest officials in all of heaven. You surely have some brains to lend, unlike someone.” “It’s like you’re trying to rile me up!” Feng Xin exclaimed. “Don’t we have things to do?!” Hua Cheng glared at the southern generals, quickly shutting them up. “Shoving prayers onto his officials wouldn’t work. They would just report back that they’re purposely kept away from His Highness.” “What do you suggest we do then?” Mu Qing asked, folding his arms. “I think we shouldn’t do anything.” “That’s bullshit!” Feng Xin yelled. Out of the corner of his eye Hua Cheng saw Xie Lian tense, but before he could do anything the butterfly that had settled on His Highness’ shoulder comforted him. “No need to be so loud.” Hua Cheng chided mockingly. “Unless you want Jun Wu to learn about this little rebellion of yours?” Feng Xin shut his mouth. “As I was saying,” he continued. “The best course of action would be to do nothing. Or make it look like we’re doing nothing. Give the officials a normal amount of prayers, but make them some of the more difficult prayers. This will keep them busy without seeming too suspicious.” “Wouldn’t your reasoning from earlier apply to that as well?” Mu Qing asked. “That the officials would notice and report back?” “That’s why you mix them in with normal prayers, obviously.” Hua Cheng said. “You would give them enough difficult prayers to keep them busy, but not enough to arouse suspicion. They would be allowed to see His Highness, but we would be aiming to keep them busy.” “That’s smart.” Pei Ming commented. Hua Cheng glanced at him but ultimately didn’t say anything to the man, only continuing with his plan. “His Highness will continue to heal, but when the Emperor’s officials visit, we will make it look like he hasn’t recovered much. We don’t want the emperor to know he’s better; that could inspire him to take him away as he ever so subtly threatened with the invitation to his palace.” Hua Cheng watched as the three generals took in the information, nodding along. Mu Qing spoke up. “I’m assuming that with this plan, His Highness is going to be more prepared in case there’s an incident?” He nodded. “We can’t predict what Jun Wu will do. Obsession can make someone mad.” Feng Xin’s brow furrowed. “How will we know if the Emperor has any plans?” Hua Cheng smirked. “That’s where my spy comes in.” “A spy?” Pei Ming asked. “Nothing spoken here gets repeated anywhere else except for this room and Paradise Manor.” Hua Cheng said. “This is for the safety of His Highness, as well as my spy." Feng Xin was the first to give his approval. “Makes sense.” Mu Qing agreed as well, Pei Ming following. “These butterflies will make sure of that.” Hua Cheng said, sending out three butterflies, one landing on each general. “They can also be used as a means to contact me if needed.” Feng Xin and Mu Qing stared at their butterflies apprehensively, while Pei Ming raised a finger to poke his. “My spy is currently posing as one of the Emperor’s officials, and we can use him to misdirect the Emperor to our plan.” Hua Cheng said. Pei Ming nodded with approval. “Sounds good. Who is this spy exactly? I don’t know of any ghosts powerful enough to hide in the heavens except you, Black Water, and Bai Wuxiang.” Hua Cheng tensed, though he didn’t show it. He saw Xie Lian freeze, and he had to resist the urge to pummel Pei Ming into the ground for speaking that name in front of His Highness. “Black Water.” Hua Cheng said simply. “Is that why you always seem to know everything going on up here?” Feng Xin asked. Hua Cheng shrugged. “I would advise you to use your brain, but I’m not sure you have one.” Mu Qing snickered, but he quickly stopped when Feng Xin punched him. “This is not the time to be laughing!” “Wha- Well this isn’t the time to be punching!” Mu Qing scoffed, slapping Feng Xin in the face. The ghost king sighed, before he cast an array on the two generals to shut them up and freeze them in place. “I can create a clone of His Highness, and I can take care of him in a house specifically built for the purpose of recovering.” Pei Ming considered that for a second, being the only one able to negotiate. “He’s been healing faster in the heavens. I saw him when the southern generals brought him here. It’s only been a few weeks, yes? He’s dramatically improved.” Hua Cheng paused. “Then I will be staying here to oversee His Highness’ recovery. Forgive me if I don’t trust the generals to properly take care of him. I don’t like what I’ve seen.” He looked over the two generals, before finally releasing them from the array, sensing their tension. “What the fuck do you mean you ‘don’t like what you’ve seen’?” Feng Xin asked. “Isn’t it clear? I know you both saw the butterfly with him earlier.” Hua Cheng said. “That butterfly has been here the entire time His Highness has been in your inadequate care.” “How the fuck has our care been inadequate?” Feng Xin questioned angrily. “Do you want me to make a list? First, you don’t even care about what he can or can’t handle. I’ve seen how you’ve been trying to force his recovery. Do you even know how to help someone back from starvation? I can certainly tell you that it’s not by feeding them an entire meal and expecting them to eat it all at once.” Mu Qing’s lips pursed. “Second, you haven’t tried to communicate with him properly.” Hua Cheng continued. “You know that he knows sign language. Fucking use it. I thought you two were supposed to be his friends.” Mu Qing and Feng Xin both winced. "You two aren’t even trying to understand what His Highness needs. He gets cold easily, and yet nothing has been done to help him with that. The light hurts his eyes, especially with the extra proximity to the sun, yet Mu Qing was - notice the use of was - going to force him to deal with the pain.You idiot generals can’t even notice when His Highness is clearly uncomfortable with what you’re doing, and definitely can’t get the hint that you’re fucking hurting him.” Feng Xin winced, and he took a deep sense of pleasure in that. He should understand his atrocious attempts at caring for his Beloved. Hua Cheng took a deep breath despite not needing it, and continued. “So don’t you even think that your care has been adequate. Even I was able to take care of him better, despite the fact that I’m a disgusting monster. You never saw how he was right out of that coffin. You don’t get to think that you took care of him well.” He really shouldn’t let himself be getting this emotional, but he can’t hold back. He needs to put these generals of abandonment in their place, make them understand what they’ve done. “You never saw the months of recovery where he was too weak to even wake up, too weak to move. You’re seeing the end result of a hard and painful recovery, so don’t even fucking think for a second that you’ve been giving him the care he deserves! He’s recovered slower in the heavens than when I was taking care of him.” He fell into silence, fists clenched and lips pulled back into a snarl. Feng Xin’s face was filled with guilt, and Mu Qing’s eyes were wide with fear. Pei Ming whistled after an awkward moment. “With that description generals, even I have to agree that it might be better for His Highness to be with Crimson Rain.” Hua Cheng glared at Pei Ming. He raised his hands into the air. “Don’t kill me, I haven’t taken part in his recovery.” “Shut the fuck up. All of you need to get out. We have our plan, so you can leave now. I will be taking care of His Highness from now on, and there will not be any arguments against that. I’ve made my case clear.” Feng Xin and Mu Qing absently nodded, not even trying to put up a fuss. They silently walked out, heads slightly bowed. Pei Ming followed after them, quietly shutting the door behind him. Hua Cheng let out a breath, his shoulder dropping and his head bowing. He really wants to find He Xuan and take his ashes back so he can crush them. This was not a sight His Highness should have been subjected to. — “How the fuck has our care been inadequate?” Feng Xin questioned angrily. Xie Lian looked toward Hua Cheng, but he was curious as well. His old friends’ care hasn’t been that bad, especially when you compare it to how painful it was to be pinned to a coffin for 100 years. “Do you want me to make a list? First, you don’t even care about what he can or can’t handle. I’ve seen how you’ve been trying to force his recovery. Do you know how to help someone back from starvation? I can certainly tell you that it’s not by feeding them an entire meal and expecting them to eat it all at once.” Xie Lian paused. He wasn’t expecting Hua Cheng to care enough about that. He knew that the butterfly hadn’t liked what Mu Qing had been doing, but he didn’t think that Hua Cheng would care as well. “Second, you haven’t tried to communicate with him properly.” Hua Cheng continued. “You know that he knows sign language. Fucking use it. I thought you two were supposed to be his friends.” He stayed carefully still, not wanting to believe what his words were implying. Why would he care this much about him? He’s a twice-fallen god, disgraced and weak. He’s not something anyone should care about. “You two aren’t even trying to understand what His Highness needs. He gets cold easily, and yet nothing has been done to help him with that. The light hurts his eyes, especially with the extra proximity to the sun, yet Mu Qing was - notice the use of was - going to force him to deal with the pain.” Xie Lian’s eyes widened, and- “You idiot generals can’t even notice when His Highness is clearly uncomfortable with what you’re doing, and definitely can’t get the hint that you’re fucking hurting him.” -Hua Cheng must really care. Why else would he notice all that? He feels warm inside, the feeling spreading in his chest and sending tingles down his spine. He’s certain now. He’s tried his best to keep this out of his mind due to guilt, but he can’t push it away any longer. With how Guoshi and his parents explained the cause of this feeling, he must be in love. That’s the only explanation as to why he’s feeling this way. He looked at Hua Cheng, his features wracked with anger and barely hidden pain, lips moving with intensity. “-was able to take care of him better, despite the fact that I’m a disgusting monster. You never saw how he was right out of that coffin. You don’t get to think that you took care of him well.You never saw the months of recovery where he was too weak to even wake up, too weak to move. You’re seeing the end result of a hard and painful recovery, so don’t even fucking think for a second that you’ve been giving him the care he deserves! He’s recovered slower in the heavens than when I was taking care of him.” As silence took over the room, Xie Lian had to resist the urge to spring out of the bed and crawl over to Hua Cheng and just hug him. He doesn’t know why he didn’t see it before, but Hua Cheng clearly cares about him. It reminds him of a certain soldier, with bandages over one eye and a burning passion to protect him even when it’s not necessary. …He doesn’t understand why the ghost king cares so much. He doesn’t deserve Hua Cheng’s care. He was the one to cause his nation to fall. He was the one who failed his people. He was the one to seek wrongful revenge on the people of Yong’an, going as far as to plan a genocide.
Hua Cheng is too good for someone like him.
Pei Ming whistled after an awkward moment. “With that description generals, even I have to agree that it might be better for His Highness to be with Crimson Rain.” He watched as Hua Cheng shot a glare at the northern general, and the man in question raised his hands. “Don’t kill me, I haven’t taken part in his recovery.” “Shut the fuck up. All of you need to get out. We have our plan, so you can leave now. I will be taking care of His Highness from now on, and there will not be any arguments against that. I’ve made my case clear.” He watched through the edge of his vision as the three generals walked out, mainly focused on the way Hua Cheng dropped when they finally left. His hair fell down to cover his expression from view, but the quiet breath that was let out just solidified what he now knows to be true. He loves him. God he loves him. He doesn't know how he’s ever lived without this beautiful man. Even if he doesn’t deserve the pure goodness that Hua Cheng holds, he will try his damn best to stay by his side.
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Rouye smugly tapped his nose, and Xie Lian glared at it. Can’t he have a revelation in peace? A chuckle came from the other side of the room and Xie Lian turned his head to look at Hua Cheng, his face a bit regretful as he chuckled. “I’m sorry that I took Rouye from you.” Xie Lian shook his head. <It’s fine, Hua Cheng. I got it back, didn’t I?> Hua Cheng slightly winced, but didn’t pay it any mind. “Yes, but I’m sure that His Highness loves it very much. I feel guilty for taking it from you.” He smiled, looking at the band. He really does love Rouye. Soft jingles rang throughout the room, and Hua Cheng sat next to him on the bed. “Does His Highness have any questions about the conversation earlier?” The ghost king didn’t even get a second to blink before Xie Lian nodded. <Why are we plotting against Jun Wu?> “He’s… acting strange.” Hua Cheng said, looking towards a corner of the room. “He’s not acting as he has been for the past 600 years and I’m sure His Highness heard, but we suspect obsession is the reason why.” Obsession. He’s handled that before. He had hundreds of obsessed teenage girls crushing on him during the prime of Xianle, so there’s nothing new with that. He still remembers how he had heard a prayer from one of them including some… rather wet sounds. He had stopped in the middle of the palace halls, face slowly turning red as he quickly used spiritual energy to block the prayer from his mind. But surely Jun Wu isn’t like that. He’s mature, and he’s never shown that type of interest in him before. There’s the clear favouritism, but he clearly remembers Jun Wu telling him that he reminded the man of himself, and he wanted to help him; obsession isn’t a likely story. And, as much as it pains him to think of it, he has nothing to offer. Why would Jun Wu be obsessed with him? He’s a crippled man. He can’t do anything by himself. It would be unbefitting for someone of Jun Wu’s status to help a twice banished god to and from the bathroom of all things. Then again… <Are Mu Qing and Feng Xin actually worried about this?> Xie Lian asked. <I can’t see them being worried over something as worthless as myself.> Hua Cheng lips pursed and he looked like he wanted to dispute that statement, but didn’t. “From what I saw of a discussion they had a bit ago, they were genuinely scared for your safety.” Xie Lian frowned, choosing not to address their uncharacteristic worry. <Jun Wu wouldn’t be obsessed with me. There’s nothing I can offer him, and it would be unbefitting of his status, especially if it got out.” Hua Cheng’s gaze turned far away. “Obsession doesn’t always have to have a monetary value. It could be as simple as the way someone looks, or a specific deed they did. It could also be because of… other unsavoury things.” Xie Lian tilted his head to the side. <Unsavoury things?> “...This humble one isn’t worthy to dirty Your Highness’ ears with this.” He was still curious, but Hua Cheng clearly didn’t want to speak about it. Something popped into his mind, and he immediately started signing. <What about Lang Qianqiu? Didn’t you say in Paradise Manor that you had him in your dungeon? It’s been weeks!> Hua Cheng sheepishly averted his gaze. “...He’s still there. I haven’t deemed him worthy of leaving yet.” <Hua Cheng.> Xie Lian signed. The ghost king slowly turned his eye to meet his gaze, looking like a child who disobeyed his mother. <Can you let him out please? If the emperor truly is obsessed with me, won’t we need all the manpower we can get?> Hua Cheng sighed. “Your Highness, he was the one who put you in the- the coffin. He doesn’t deserve to be let out, not until he’s suffered as much as you have.” Xie Lian shook his head. <I don’t know why you’re so devoted, but he doesn’t deserve to be locked up. I was the one who let myself get caught.> He reached forward and patted Hua Cheng’s head. <Besides, I was the one who taught him everything he knows. I’m proud of him, not resentful.> “...I suppose I can let him out.” Hua Cheng said after a pause, lips downturned. “But I will be keeping a butterfly on him at all times, whether he likes it or not.” Xie Lian nodded. <That’s okay. Just… please don’t hurt him. I deserved it.> Hua Cheng’s expression hardened, and he took Xie Lian’s hand in his. “His Highness could never deserve torture as painful as that. I would rather be killed twice over than think of you going through that pain.” Xie Lian’s heart clenched at the declaration, thinking of another ghost who would proudly proclaim the exact same thing. He wonders if Wu Ming would’ve found his beloved by now if he hadn’t been dispersed for him. <You’re so insincere.> He signed absently, pulling his hand out of Hua Cheng’s in the process. Hua Cheng looked at him with passion, his eye filled with something distinctly alive. It reminds him of himself when he was a young god. “I promise, you will not find another person who is more sincere than me in this world.” Xie Lian smiled softly. What a nice sentiment, even if it's false. He's already met the most sincere person. He was the one who killed him. — “Okay generals, spill the tea. I know that you three didn’t end things well, but I feel like it’s going to be relevant in the days to come.” Feng Xin didn’t look up at Pei Ming, choosing to stay silent. Both he and Mu Qing were sitting on the man’s bed, staring listlessly at the ground. Guilt churned in his gut as he thought about Hua Cheng’s words. He was right. He really was not being good to Xie Lian. Mu Qing had a sour expression on his face as well, eyes dark. Pei Ming sighed. “Maybe the better question to ask here is how Hua Cheng knows about all of that. Do either of you know why that might be?” There was a long silence, before Mu Qing slapped his hand to his forehead. “There was a ghost fire following him around. I’m sure I don’t need to remind you about the 33 officials?” Pei Ming nodded. “Me and those officials were going to a mountain to cultivate, when we found His Highness. There was a ghost fire there that was fiercely defensive of him, even trying to attack us. What are the chances that they’re one and the same?” Feng Xin let out a curse. “That would explain why he targeted them specifically, but it still leaves the question of why he challenged me as well. As far as I know, I haven’t done anything to him.” “Well, if he was hanging out with His Highness all the way back then, he probably cared about him. I think that’s the most likely theory.” “What, that Crimson Rain cares about him?” Mu Qing scoffed, folding his arms. “As if.” The northern general raised his hands into the air. “Hey, I’m just saying that it’s a likely theory. It would explain why he blew up on you two earlier. If someone wasn’t taking good care of one of my ladies, I would be furious as well.” Feng Xin opened his mouth to say something, but Pei Ming quickly shushed him. “If he cares about His Highness, he probably doesn’t like you either, and that’s why he challenged you; he was angry at you for abandoning His Highness.” Feng Xin promptly shut his mouth. Pei Ming was probably right. Despite his reputation as a philanderer, he was smart. “Besides, I would like to think that I’m a good judge of character, and I think that Hua Cheng is being perfectly sincere. Need I remind you that Crimson Rain gave His Highness his ashes?” Feng Xin groaned and fell backwards on the bed. “No. You don’t.” Mu Qing slapped him. “Sit back up, we’re discussing something." “Oh Mu Qing, it's fine.” Pei Ming said smugly. “In fact, why don’t you just lay down with him?” Mu Qing immediately stood up and slapped Pei Ming in the face. The northern general retaliated, and eventually all three of them were fighting, causing multiple loud crashes as they knocked things over. The butterflies assigned to the three of them immediately froze them in place, Mu Qing’s hair ending up in Feng Xin’s mouth and Pei Ming with an ankle around his neck as he gripped Mu Qing’s arm. Hua Cheng didn’t let them go for a long time.
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Eming rattled with annoyance, and Hua Cheng had to lay his hand on it’s handle to prevent it from going after the generals in anger. Xie Lian’s eyes lit up and he looked curiously at the sabre hanging from Hua Cheng’s side. “Does gege want to look at it?” Hua Cheng asked, more than willing to comply. Even if he dislikes Eming with all of his soul, if the damn thing brings Xie Lian joy then he would be hard-pressed to get rid of it. He watched as Xie Lian nodded with excitement, and he unsheathed the sentient sword. Rouye immediately flew over to it, investigating it. Eming’s red eye widened with interest. After a moment, Rouye seemed to be happy with what it found and wrapped around it’s hilt. Eming’s eye turned into a crescent and it began to slightly tremble. Xie Lian waved Rouye back and the silk band slowly slunk back to his side, seeming to cast a sad glance back at Eming. Xie Lian laughed softly, the sound slightly strained. <Don’t worry Rouye, you can play with the pretty sabre later.> “If gege wants to know, it’s name is Eming.” Hua Cheng provided, grabbing a hold of the sabre and gently placing it in Xie Lian’s lap. “His Highness is free to do whatever he wants with it. This one won’t mind.” <Did Hua Cheng name it?> Xie Lian signed before gently running his fingers over the hilt. Hua Cheng internally winced at the use of his real name. Was there a specific reason that he hasn’t been using the name ‘San Lang’? Is there something he still needs to apologise for? Xie Lian’s eyes slightly softened, and he glanced between the red eye and Hua Cheng’s eyepatch. <How did you name it?> He shrugged, not really wanting to go in deep detail. If he did, he would have to reveal who he was. “It was the first thing that came to mind, I suppose. I never bothered to change it.” Xie Lian nodded, before returning his gaze to the sabre in front of him. <It’s magnificent. I can only imagine what you can do with it. The sabre seems to really suit you.> Hua Cheng absently smiled. “I’ve been told that before. I guess they were right if His Highness says the same thing.” <Maybe…> Xie Lian hesitated. <Maybe once I’m healed enough, we can spar. Your form looked magnificent earlier. Only if that’s okay with you, though! Don’t feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to do!> He noticed how Xie Lian quickly offered him a way out, as if he was afraid Hua Cheng wouldn’t want to spar. Hua Cheng’s smile grew and he nodded. “This one would be honoured to spar with His Highness.” Xie Lian let out a small breath, and smiled back. Hua Cheng had the chance to adore him as he stepped forward, gently taking Eming and resheathing the blade. “Gege, can I give you some spiritual energy? It’ll help you recover faster.” He waited with bated breath as Xie Lian thought for a moment, then let out a sigh of relief when his beloved nodded. He smiled, then gently laid a hand on the man’s shoulder. He flooded him with his energy, making sure that he has enough to support him for a long time, and he’ll do it again tomorrow, if His Highness permits. The man sharply inhaled but didn’t pull away, seeming to be at a loss as to how to respond. <Hua Cheng, I think that’s enough.> Xie Lian signed, his fingers trembling slightly. <You don’t need to waste your power on me.> He clenched his jaw at the use of ‘Hua Cheng’ instead of ‘San Lang’, but he wasn’t going to mention anything about it. “If I spend it on His Highness, then it could never be a waste.” Xie Lian smiled, though it was slightly sad, something unnamed in his expression. <If that’s what you want to spend your power on, I can’t do anything about it, but surely there’s something more useful to use it for?> Hua Cheng shook his head. “His Highness is the most important-” He cut himself off when someone knocked on the door, and his expression immediately fell. He walked over to the door, already wanting to murder whoever was on the other side. One pale hand reached to the door, opening it. His heart dropped when he saw one of the Emperor's officials standing there. — He Xuan walked up to Xie Lian’s room, still disguised as one of the Emperor’s officials. He knocked on the door, and listened as Hua Cheng immediately fell silent. He inwardly giggled at how Hua Cheng’s expression momentarily became one of fear when he saw him standing outside the door. “Loan Shark.” Hua Cheng’s expression smoothed out, and he crossed his arms. “Fishface. Fancy seeing you here.” He Xuan shoved past him, letting himself into the room. He bowed towards the bed. “Your Highness.” He could sense Hua Cheng’s annoyance as he closed the door behind him, bells softly chiming as he stepped forward. “While shoving past me like that was extremely rude and I’ll have to increase your debt, I’ll reduce the amount increased because you bowed to His Highness.” He Xuan glared at the red-clad ghost king. “I only shoved past you because you were getting in the way.” The man shrugged, walking past him towards the bed. He deliberately elbowed him as he walked past. He Xuan punched his shoulder in retaliation, and was about to take it further when Xie Lian raised his arms, waving his hands from side to side and shaking his head. Hua Cheng smirked at him before he sat down next to His Highness. He looked at the prince and smiled. “Thank you for protecting me from that brute, Your Highness. He would’ve taken me out had you not intervened.” He Xuan watched on in disbelief as Xie Lian proceeded to smile at the man and did something with his hands. “Loan Shark, isn’t that the language you’ve made a requirement in Ghost City?” He asked, crossing his arms. Hua Cheng looked over at him, face shifting from one of joy to one of annoyance. “Yes. And?” Xie Lian’s head tilted with curiosity and he signed something to Hua Cheng yet again, leading to the man laughing softly. “Yes, Your Highness. If you were to head into Ghost City one day and couldn’t talk with anyone, then we’d have a major problem on our hands.” ...Why does he even try? Everything this man does is for Xie Lian in one way or another. He gets it, he’d do anything for Qingxuan, but really. “Fishface, you need to learn sign too.” Hua Cheng said. He Xuan sputtered. “Why? I don’t live in Ghost City!” “Because I told you to. I am your elder, so you have to listen.” “No I don’t.” “Yes, you do. Qingxuan supports it.” “How do you know that?!” “Because I asked them. You’re a scholar, use the smarts you’re always bragging about.” He Xuan folded his arms. “I do not brag.” “Could’ve fooled me.” Hua Cheng muttered, though not very quietly. Xie Lian shook his head at their absurdity, signing something to Hua Cheng. Hua Cheng turned his head to look at him, a mock expression of offence. “Gege, you think that we’re friends? His Highness is the only person this one could ever need.” He Xuan smiled despite himself. It makes him happy that Hua Cheng was back to normal; at least, as normal as the bastard can get. The weeks when Xie Lian was gone were not easy. He spent almost the entire time trying to keep the other ghost king’s ashes away from the man so he didn’t crush them, and he had walked in on numerous occasions of Eming hiding from its master so it wouldn’t be used to harm him. Rouye had helped in that regard, and though it definitely was sad to be parted from His Highness, it seemed to know something that the prince didn’t, and it’s something that He Xuan doesn’t know either. Even after knowing Hua Cheng for 200 years and having figured out most of his secrets, clearly he hasn’t learned everything. He knows of his childhood, the Xianle war and its aftermath, as well as his journey in Mount Tonglu; He doesn’t know anything about what happened in between. The only thing he knows for sure is that Xie Lian was not taking his fall well, and for whatever reason, Hua Cheng was there with him. When he was going through Mount Tonglu in his own trial, he had come across the many statues that Hua Cheng had carved, and a few of them showcased Xie Lian sitting in a grave as well as the occasional statue of Bai Wuxiang. Which, in all honestly, he doesn’t really understand because he was fairly certain that Hua Cheng hates the thing. He came back to the present when he heard Xie Lian laugh, although it sounded painful. He Xuan watched as Hua Cheng smiled, head fully turned toward the prince. “Your Highness, this one will have to admit defeat. You’ve outsmarted me.” Xie Lian smiled proudly, placing his hands on his hips. He Xuan sighed, knowing that the two were in their own little world. “Loan Shark, we need to discuss plans. That’s originally why I came here.” Hua Cheng looked at him, single eye staring into his soul. “There’s nothing to talk about. We help His Highness fully recover and investigate Jun Wu while we’re at it. We keep the officials busy and call it a day. What else do you want to talk about?” “I can make a clone of His Highness and then we can keep him in the mortal realm at that house you made him. That way Jun Wu won’t know where he is.” He Xuan said. Hua Cheng leaned against the headboard and shook his head. “If Jun Wu came to visit, he would immediately know that His Highness is a clone if we did that. We can’t risk his suspicion.” “Then we need to get arrays set up here.” He Xuan said. “We want an easy escape in case Jun Wu catches on and tries to do something to His Highness.” “Good job using your brain. I applaud you.” The other ghost king said. He Xuan stared at him. Hua Cheng stared back. The awkward tension was broken by loud footsteps coming down the hall, getting louder until they momentarily stopped outside the door. Feng Xin stepped inside, followed by Mu Qing and Pei Ming. All three of them froze when they saw the unfamiliar figure standing in the room. Weapons were about to be drawn when there were three flashes of silver, and then blood dripping down each of their cheeks. “Okay then.” Pei Ming said, leaving his sword in its sheath. “No murdering the suspicious individual that none of us have ever seen.” “That,” Hua Cheng said, “is Black Water.” Pei Ming ‘oh’ed’ silently, while the other two generals released most of their tension. “He’s the spy, right?” Mu Qing confirmed. He Xuan looked between them and Hua Cheng. “Why do they know i’m a spy?” “Oh, didn’t I tell you?” the ghost king asked. “We’re working together.” His jaw dropped. “I have to work with them? Why?!” Mu Qing scoffed. “Don’t act like we’re the scum of the earth. If anything, that’s you two.” He Xuan glared at him. “I’ve seen your true face.” He will never forget, as long as he remains on this earth, the time that he had been posing as one of Mu Qing’s deputies. He had been the one forced to listen to his rant about ‘Feng Xin and his stupidly kissable lips’ after being sworn to secrecy. “Tell me then.” He Xuan smirked. “Something about ‘kis-” “THAT WAS YOU?!” “Unfortunately.” Mu Qing's eyes were filled with murderous intent, specifically directed at hin. “Don’t you dare speak a word about that. I will reveal you to the Emperor, even if he is the enemy right now.” He Xuan sneered, clenching his fists. “Don’t you fucking dare.” “I will fucking dare.” Mu Qing said, staring him down. “Gentleman, gentleman.” Pei Ming said, stepping to stand between the two. “You’re both pretty, okay? Let’s move on.” He Xuan glared at Mu Qing, but ultimately didn't continue the conflict. Hua Cheng stood from the bed, walking towards them with his hands behind his back. “What are you doing here? Is there something else I need to drill into your heads?” The trio looked at each other, Feng Xin and Mu Qing shaking their heads. Pei Ming looked between them, then sighed. “There's no point in lying if we're going to work together. The southern generals didn't trust Crimson Rain to be alone with His Highness.” He Xuan snorted. “As if he could be safer anywhere else.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xie Lian gave him an odd look. He simply shrugged, not explaining further. It's not his place to explain 600 years of pure devotion and love. “Another thing the generals forgot to mention,” Pei Ming continued, “is the fact that we've been summoned by the emperor for a meeting.” He Xuan sighed. “You should be over there then, not here. Do you want him to find out?” Mu Qing rolled his eyes. “Obviously not.” “Then get out of here and go meet with him, idiots.” Hua Cheng said, though he quickly turned around and signed something to Xie Lian in apology. “Investigate whatever you can while you're there as well.“ He Xuan instructed. “The generals absently nodded before they walked out. A final glance from Pei Ming was cast over them, a small smirk growing on his lips when he saw Hua Cheng. He raised his eyebrows suggestively, and Hua Cheng shooed him away. Pei Ming closed the door behind him, and then Hua Cheng kicked He Xuan out as well.