3.7

Qiao Chen who seems oblivious about the other's thought only smiled in respond. Like he did not find Yong Guan's action and expression odd.

"The cooperation...you agreed?"his voice carried a hint of sweetness along the wind. It was soft…and soothing.

The darkness on Yong Guan's eyes only turned severe. His callused fingers touching the hair of the juvenile, somewhat shaken.

He then nodded and closed his eyes, feeling the building novice sensation on his heart and when his eyes opened, his usual expression came back, "I will become the Emperor."

Suddenly, the low smile on Qiao Chen's lips widened. His eyes softly curved, schlepping wetness in the surface, making his eyes more transparent and bright.

"Good."then Qiao Chen get up from the bed and took a last look at the prince, "I will visit you again."he turned his back and started to walk away.

While Yong Guan's eyes only stayed at the retreating back of the youth. A smile crept on his lips.

Qiao Chen's soft gaze turned cold and casual the moment his footstep outside.

He doesn't expect that he can easily convince Yong Guan. In the plot, after Yong Guan sever his ties with his family, he avoided getting tie up from the royal family and only aid the male protagonist when the Emperor's deeds already reach into wickedness where every individual suffer.

But...with just words... Qiao Chen manage to convince him?

Qiao Chen just pursed his lips and disclosed the matter for the mean time.

After he went to the fourth prince's residence, he then returned to the west side palace.

"Don't follow me!"

While Qiao Chen passed his way to his destination, a youthful yet arrogant voice invaded his ears. The peach blossom trees was very beautiful in the absent of the restless winds towards the faint sky. Qiao Chen, who heard this loud sound, made his way to the root of this outburst with graceful steps. In front of the lake was a small pavilion, and the kneeling maid caught his attention.

Suddenly a beauty with no doubt a great one was glaring intensely at the kneeling maid. His face gorgeous and pretty that can make someone mistaken his gender. His fierce gaze was like a sharp claws and dangerous yet unripe weapon. Making someone...force to submit and leisurely wants to pamper him.

How strong.

The halo of the darling of fate this time is very strong and severe.

Without a doubt, this is sure a higher realm.

Qiao Chen masked his amusement face with his usual countenance as he made his way towards the pavilion.

The servant and master was not attentive enough to notice the sudden arrival of Qiao Chen. They were still arguing on some matters...as the latter arrived in the front.

"Young master, please...eat the food prepared by his majesty."the kneeling maid was crying in a very messy state.

"How dare a mere servant call me that! I am not a young master! I am a prince!"

"A sudden truth masked beneath that lies..." A soft and gentle voice emerge.

The glowing sunset spread its halo of light warm across the endless sky, and the enveloped ambience was bathed in a glow of divine serenity. Gently shallow breeze brushed against the figure of green, occasionally soft and diligent as the invisible winds made his hair and loose fabric softly flutter.

A small piece of dazzlingly white skin on the surface of the neck, between clothes and bare face, was exposed like a lonely soft snow in the black forest.

Wen Yang who was once applauded for his superior etiquette felt startled for a while. His ocean eyes traces the figure in front of him. His beautiful face showed a stunned physiognomy for the first time.

Qiao Chen lightly narrowed his eyes on the daze youth and examine his overall expression, hardly stated, "You are no longer a prince...and just a mere sparrow. Please keep that in mind."

Suddenly, the illusion of Wen Yang crashed into pieces like a fragile glass, overly protected with pride and dignity. His teeth were gritted, and his anger rose, "You don't have the position to tell me that!"

But Qiao Chen only turned his eyes on the kneeling maid, seemingly asking for what happened.

The servant noticing and understanding his gaze answered automatically, "The young master don't want to eat the meal prepared by his majesty, as his majesty announced that he will be visiting the young master's chamber tonight."

Wen Yang who was ignored felt a huge humiliation. In their kingdom, no one dare to shun him and yet this young man with an unknown background do that to him. But what made him angrier was the thought of sleeping with an old Emperor tonight.

"So that's how it is." Qiao Chen nodded and flashed a casual smile, "The young master is very lucky, able to manage to get his majesty's favor for just a day."

"Who wants to sleep with that sick and pervert bastard!"

Instantly, the remaining smile on Qiao Chen's lips disappeared and was replaced by a cold light. His gaze grew darker like a storm-rage like, covering all his rational calmness.

He elegantly moved closer to the latter and softly raised his hand.

Afterwards, a light and faint sound of slap penetrated in the whole silence air.

Wen Yang who was slapped by the other felt his world turned upside down. His face was red and slightly swollen as his eyes still shocked and disbelief. His remaining pride and dignity as once prince completely shattered in countless shards, never to be complete again. His face flushed, and an immense fury burst in his heart as he shifted his gaze on the calm youth.

"Y-You..." His confidence dropped as his eyes traces on the several servants beside the youth, aiding and guiding like a tamed dog, he bit his lips and swallowed his anger, "How dare you slapped me!"

"The words that you released can be considered as a great crime and can also result for your execution…" Qiao Chen's words are like a sharp knife deeply piercing in the illusion of Wen Yang's in present. "You are no longer a prince and just a mere sparrow. And to insult your master is severely unacceptable...but I understand how you felt. You are not used to living as a sparrow. So consider this as a first offense and never spoke ill against his majesty."

Wen Yang bite his lips to stifle the resentment building inside his core. It was blunt and pitch black bitterness as an unknown man made himself silence just words. The feeling Wen Yang felt, made his wrath rose more

Qiao Chen casually smiled in elegant, "Please don't let this matters reach his majesty,"he then turned his head on the servant, who was serving Wen Yang, "Do your job properly and guide the young master correctly, he still doesn't know the rules in this palace."

Wen Yang's face distorted and rather turned entirely unsightly. As for the fact that his past identity was very superior, but now...it seems like he doesn't even know a basic etiquette!

The humiliation has all inexplicably accelerated in his heart. It was like an invisible net wrapped around his chest and will tighten with every condescending words the youth has released.

"I will take my leave now, young master."the sweet voice of Qiao Chen wake the latter in daze. As his eyes traced the figure of the man, his gaze only saw the retreating back of the servants, following the other.

Wen Yang almost exploded in indignation. His fist was clenched several times as the breath he released become shallow and...slow. The anger of being look down made his mind fuzzy and entirely lost focus.

He doesn't like Qiao Chen.

That vixen dare to humiliated him?!

As a couple of minutes passed, his eyes returned to where it used to be and his rebellious smile showed amusement with hideous claws as it bored on the maid, arranging the foods that he demolish.

"Hey you! Who is that man a while ago?"he asked arrogantly. Whether that man just embarrassed him, Wen Yang won't let his pride drag down. He refused to admit that he was defeated by those superior words!

The maid holding a bowl paused and turned his head on Wen Yang, completely shocked but when she recalled that this young man was still novice in this country, she only sighed and responded, "That young master is Qiao Chen. The most favored sparrow of his majesty."he then bowed and proceed to continue his work.

The answered made Wen Yang frowned. His slender fingers softly touched his thin lips and laughed mockingly.

That's why the youth fully devoted himself to the old Emperor. Then, Wen Yang recalls the appearance of Qiao Chen.

His eyes darkened, and his face turned wicked.

With those face, certainly the old Emperor will favor him in severe. Such an angelic face destined to be tainted in immoral by a whore user.

Wen Yang subconsciously touched his face and perceived the softness of the skin. He then once again asked the maid, "Hey you, who do you think was more good-looking, me or Qiao Chen?"he raised his brow.

The maid lifted her gaze and examine his features, for a while she scratched her neck, seemingly thinking something and responded nervously, "The young master is very good-looking...but... Young master Qiao is very elegant and veteran, in terms of face the young master is more good-looking."

Wen Yang showed a rare smile, apparently satisfied at her answered.

Qiao Chen....The name seems unfamiliar.

His eyes exude a sinister air.

What will happen if he lost the favor of the Emperor?

******

"Your majesty...why are you here?"

Qiao Chen was startled when he returned to his chambers and only to saw the Emperor sitting on his soft bed.

A huge protected abhorrence cage suddenly reconstruct in his heart as it was masked with his regular expression, calm and dignified. Whatever, the Emperor motives are, he can just endure for a mean time, is what he thought.

The Emperor who heard Qiao Chen's startled voice gave a huge smile. His dragon Emperor robe displayed power and authority as his gaze penetrated deep inside his core, seemingly seeing his insides. The Emperor then stand up from the bed and approached the beautiful sparrow.

"This Emperor miss Xiao Chen. Does Xiao Chen miss me?"he childishly queried, while his actions stayed obsessive and possessive.

A flashed of disgust passed by on Qiao Chen's expression, but not noticeable in one's eyes as he exhibits his rehearsed physiognomy and gently placed his white palms on the Emperor's hard chest, that was gradually separating the space in between, "Xiao Chen...miss the Emperor."

His voice sound extremely soft, clear and sweet, like a delicate bells gently clashing and making a pleasant sound.

The fire in the Emperor's heart was too dangerous in virtual as it reaches deep into his bone and every flesh as it screamed the only name in his mind. A tragic sensation that has possessed in time being.

He wants this man.

But he can't afford to destroy the pureness this youth exudes.

The Emperor's upturned and sharp-like eyes softened as his hands made a way on the juvenile's hair, rubbing and brushing, "How did the visit turned out?"his voice carried a mix of terror and smitten.

Then Qiao Chen lowered his head, seemingly sad and detected. His dark and inky eyelashes made his way into his lower eye, shadowy form and visually cast, "The fourth prince's situation is no good. Although, he was recovering very fast...the sadness in his eyes cannot be hidden as I heard that he don't have any family member willing to visit him."

A confused expression appeared on the Emperor's eyes then turned completely dark "Does Xiao Chen like the fourth prince?"

"Of course not!"Qiao Chen lifted his eyes and met the burning gaze of the latter while hardly denied the accusation, "I only like his majesty. I'm just sad because no one visited him...and I feel like he needs emotional support."

The Emperor nodded but was ignorant on the matter, and was attentive only to the beauty in his eyes, "Then do you want this Emperor to give visit to his son?"

Son. It was the first time that the Emperor acknowledge someone as his son. It was a novice kind of feeling, but seeing the curved smile on the juvenile's lips, his mood brightened.

"His majesty...is very kind and good."

The scene of such a vivid and gorgeous young man smiling, seemingly unguarded, could fire multiple shots in one's heart. After inhaling the sweetness ambience, an infatuated air spread immediately.

One could almost forget the catastrophe of the world and fall completely into this dangerous enchantment.

"I will give a visit to the fourth prince, as you wish."

Four days have passed, and the Emperor did not forget his promise to Qiao Che and was preparing to visit the fourth prince's residence.

Qiao Chen was dressed elegantly as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He will be accompanying the Emperor today and the second step of his plan...was starting.

The darling of fate and the male protagonist were already performing their clandestine meeting. And the plots seems process very fast and Qiao Chen had still no idea who were the watcher are, resulting him to limit his plans.

His second plan was to make the Emperor acknowledge Yong Guan. If he manages to pull this off, Qiao Chen's mission should've considered done.

The smile on Qiao Chen's lips was very appeasing as he moves his way to the waiting Emperor.

In instant, they went directly to the fourth prince's residence.

Yong Guan who was laying on the bed suddenly felt the commotion on the outside. He sat down attentively and grabbed the dagger on the bedside, full on guard as the noises gradually fade and was replaced by a hard and strong voice.

"We greet his majesty and the possession of his majesty."the guards guiding outside muttered.

A vast confusion reconstruct on Yong Guan's face as he walks towards the door. His step froze and a vert terrifying air exudes on his body.

The Emperor was staring at him without focus and beside him was a beautiful sparrow, holding his arms affectionately.

The thick and inky darkness in the abruptly shrinking pupils in present spread rapidly, and all together sprang into a storm of fury.

That should be me!

Qiao Chen...should hold his hands...not the old bastard!

Yong Guan who froze in place, was covered in a very thick and dark aura. Vexation and resentment oozed out, cautiously overflowing with ferocious and violent intent, enveloped in a murderous rage that almost exploded.

What if....he kills the Emperor?

Then Qiao Chen will be his?

Yong Guan touched the dagger that was hidden beneath his clothes, a face full of determination and killing intent that was wrapped in an urgent heat as it bored on the two figures.

Instantly, he rash towards the Emperor.