Chapter 59: The Stallion Male Lead Is Breaking Down (11) | People Are Iron, Food Is Steel. Skip a Meal and You’ll Get Railed!
Before dawn, Xing Ge yanked up the imperial dragon-pattern trousers and sprinted so fast she left afterimages behind.
Too terrifying! Really too terrifying!
The soil was so thick it almost plowed this poor, innocent little ox to death.
Turns out a lifetime of vegetarianism is the real secret to staying alive.
The little plow-ox had learned its lesson.
The imperial palace had always been a high-risk zone. First, the rebelliousWhat hardship. What suffering. The old father was going on strike.
“Your Majesty, please wait!”
“Father, wait for me!”
“Father-in-law, save me, save me!”
Xing Ge kept her head down and parkoured out of the danger zone that was the palace. No matter who called, it was not working.
Hold on.
Father-in-law?
Xing Ge twisted around for a look.
Whoa.
What was she seeing?
By the river, among scattered rocks, that stallion brat who had been swaggering in the Hall of Supreme Harmony now wore only a few strips of cloth, trembling like a fragile white flower in the wind.
“I was truly foolish. Really,” Han Qian said, wiping his tears. “I thought that after Bird Bro and I shared a cell and got pelted with rotten eggs and cabbage, we were brothers who lived and died together. I never thought that he, he…”
“What about him?”
Xing Ge’s tone was gentle. She even picked up a plate of melon seeds, cracking shells with a happy crunch.
“I've already been railed, and you can still eat?!”
Han Qian stared, stunned.
“People are iron, food is steel.She had offered her heart like a bright moon, yet the moon always curved into a skinny little gutter.
Han Qian felt warmed by the kindness.
Such a towering, awe-inspiring figure, famous across the land, and just to comfort him, he was willing to rip open his own scars.
In that instant, Han Qian was moved. Though it was hard to say aloud, he stammered out a consolation. “It’s all in the past, Father-in-law. Just think of it as being stabbed by a fire poker cut by a thousand knives. Such trivial tribulations aren't worth mentioning. We should set our sights on immortality…”
Father-in-law: “?”
She was puzzled. Had he misunderstood something?
She seemed to be that very chopped-to-pieces “fire poker.”
“What father-in-law?!” Xing Ge put on a stern face. “I pitied you, so I gave you some buns. Don’t get carried away. I still haven’t settled accounts with you for abducting the Ninth Princess.”
The man had sword brows and starry eyes, his voice deep, and that fitted outfit outlined a solid chest.
Was this the mature man’s charm of an older generation?
Wrapped in a forbidden, dangerous vibe, the young stallion suddenly felt parched. “Got it, Yan, Yan-gege.”
Xing Ge: “?”
Why was he calling her so sweetly?
When she had nearly broken her back plowing, the Grand Chancellor had also whispered at her pillow like that, soft and sugary.
Terrifying.
This guy had glowing labels above his head reading “On the other side, after this thoroughly devastating experience of “brotherhood” going rotten, Han Qian learned a deep truth. Boys, even the ones who should not be bullied by youth and poverty, could not guarantee their chastity in the wild. So this time he stayed obediently at Xing Ge’s side. He even thoughtfully folded two leaves into a scoop and brought back a dipper of clear river water.
“Yan-gege, you flew for so long. You must be thirsty. Drink. It’s fresh.”
His gaze dropped to the man’s Adam’s apple. In the past, his eyes had lingered on women’s chests and waists, never interested in a hard cutting board. Now, though, that sharp jaw, that fierce Adam’s apple, when it bobbed, even the wildest waves would surely be swallowed whole.
Xing Ge noticed the little sparks in his eyes and leaned back strategically. Something was off. Very off. Was this a new assassination technique?
Were accomplices lurking nearby?
Planning to off her and take her million-mile empire?
How outrageous, stallion boy. She had even fed her buns to a bad dog.
Anger flared in her chest. She grabbed his hand and interrogated him. “What are you up to exactly?”
Han Qian’s eyes dropped. At the cuff, a forearm with raised veins showed under the sleeve. The dark bluish strands stood out thick and strong. His palm was broad enough to wrap a slender flower stem and crush it into juice. One half of him was already wandering; the other half panicked. He struggled hard. “Let go of me! I, I will not submit to you!”
“What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind?”
Xing Ge tightened her grip. Though tall and long-limbed, Han Qian still seemed like a baby chick in front of her. Breathless and weak, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye. “To think I, Han Qian, in search of the heavenly path, have fallen so low. Serve the princess, and now serve the princess’s father. Fine, fine, it is fate, heaven’s punishment for me…”
“?”
His black hair fluttered as he turned away, enduring humiliation. “Didn’t you want a drink of water? Hurry up and do it. I must be cursed for eight lifetimes to meet you father and daughter, wolves and tigers both.”
Xing Ge, the so-called wolf and tiger, was dumbstruck.
What storyline was this? She did not remember any of it.
“Heh.”
A cold laugh sounded to the side.
“So Your Majesty rushed off in such a hurry, crossing a thousand miles with no regard for hardship, all to drink a sweet mouthful of water outside.” Under the blazing sun, the gold-embroidered purple robe gleamed. The tear mole at the corner of the eye flushed peach-pink from the heat, but those eyes were frigid. Yu Ge’s face was blank. “Since the weather is so nice today, why not let your subject drink a cup of ‘little concubine tea’ as well.”
The “little concubine,” Han Qian, felt deeply insulted. Being the lower one in rank was already humiliating enough. He would not also be lower in title. He spoke at once. “I, Han Qian, refuse to be ‘little’! It is either me or him.”
“My, how fiery. So Your Majesty has not finished training him?” Yu Ge’s smile was not a smile. “Men get old and truly become useless.”
Xing Ge: “???”
Come on. No one sets the stage as fast as you two.
Just as Xing Ge opened her mouth, she was upstaged by a broken gong-like crying sound.
“Wuwuwu Aunt Jing, you were right, men are big pig trotters. Back then he called me his little enchantress; now he wants to be the chirping pet in my imperial father’s palm!”
Xing Ge: “?!”
I am not. I did not. I am a law-abiding citizen who does not keep canaries that go chirp-chirp.
After being demoted to commoner, the Ninth Princess had taken a beating from life. Her face was sallow, her clothes coarse. Fortunately she had a loyal aunt who would follow her through wealth and poverty alike, even escorting her on a thousand-mile chase after her beloved. The Ninth Princess was deeply moved.
Who would have thought that her beloved would fall for her father midway? She could not throw herself into her lover’s embrace, so she could only bury her face in her aunt’s chest and sob.
“There now, good child, do not cry.”
Aunt Jing gently wiped the princess’s face, then took the tears into her mouth with her lips. “You are making Auntie’s heart ache.”
The Ninth Princess jumped, both frightened and shy. “Auntie, why are you drinking my tears?”
Aunt Jing’s eyes were warm. “Does the princess truly not know? In all the world, aside from Auntie, who would still love you, you little trouble magnet? Since the princess has turned back from the wrong path, should Auntie not celebrate?”
Xing Ge swore a prairie mud-horse in her heart.
Absolutely ridiculous.
Did these two go to the wrong channel?
Suddenly, murderous aura surged. Xing Ge tilted her head and dodged a beak that dove down from the sky.
Bird-Keeper Bro made a grand entrance, the same one who had squatted in prison for stepping in the wrong place. Cheeky grin, dogtail grass between his teeth. “Han Qian, come here. I will spare your life.”
Han Qian shoved his head into Xing Ge’s biceps and pouted. “Go. Do not look for me again. I belong to him now.”
Bird-Keeper Bro’s pupils shook. The dogtail grass fell out of his mouth. He stared at Xing Ge with a look that screamed, “What kind of beast are you, that you even gnaw on your daughter’s man?”
The Prime Minister narrowed those phoenix eyes. Xing Ge chickened out at once. “No, listen to me—”
Bird-Keeper Bro cut her off, furious. “What is so special about him? He is older than me. He definitely cannot last.”
From the main wife drifted a quiet comment. “Indeed.”
Holy sh*t!
This was outrageous!
Xing Ge swung an arm and elegantly sent the disaster flying, hitting Bird Bro square in the chest.
Bird-Keeper Bro: “…?!”
There was such a windfall!
He was delighted. He hoisted Han Qian onto one shoulder, patted the pretty boy with the other hand, and said, “Your body is weak. You should not overdo it. He is perfect for you.”
The Blood Young Master’s lips curved, his eyes turning colder.
Sensing killing intent, Bird-Keeper Bro grabbed Han Qian and ran.
Han Qian finally escaped from the script of “the tyrant’s chirping pet.” Dangling upside down, he fixed Xing Ge with eyes full of betrayal and heartlessness. He spoke with zero mercy. “Bird Bro, even if you obtain my body, you will never obtain my heart. My heart will always—”
“Smack!”
Xing Ge slapped him with her treasure shoe and finally sent him away.
Then she looked up.
Not a single bird shadow remained.
Where is my wife? Where is my wife? Where is my dazzling, willow-slim Prime Minister wife who sways her waist so beautifully?
All she saw was this:
Top lane: the warrior mounted a tank.Mid lane: the mage abducted a loli.
Bot lane: her
Xing “Left All Alone” Ge: “…”
This team fight was a massive loss for me.
Author’s Note:
Back to my happy hometown!!!
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