The obsessive shou moves on

Ch-6

In the past, Yun Qingci always liked to say those useless things – at least, at that time everyone thought they were useless.

Everyone knew, as soon as he saw His Majesty, Lord Empress Yun's mouth seemed to be smeared with honey. One moment he could scare others with his chilling appearance, but once he turned to Li Ying, he would immediately become like spring lake water, soft and pliant.

He used to unabashedly convey his gentleness, obedience and affection to Li Ying; as if he was afraid that Li Ying would not know how much he loved him, that he wouldn't know that Li Ying was the only one in his heart.

But now, Yun Qinci's actions and words seemed to be pushing Li Ying out of this position. Yun Qingci still looked docile, but there was a sense of alienation about him, as if he were a thousand miles away.

Li Ying raised his hand and slowly reached for Yun Qingci's hand on his lap. Yun Qingci suddenly moved and pushed the warm ear mufflers off his head as if unintentionally, and as if intentionally avoiding the contact.

With his fingers curling up, Li Ying raised his eyebrow and said: "Let me see your injury."

This pretext was supposed to let him take Yun Qingci's hand in a fair manner, but the latter openly hid his hands behind his back, lowered his eyelashes and whispered softly: "Thanking His Majesty for his concern, everything is fine with this subject."

"Thank you for your concern..."

Li Ying squatted in front of him, resting his palm on the stone table, and looked at him from below: "What's up with you, why are you acting like this to me?"

Li Ying used to be the most important person in Yun Qingci's heart, the man he regarded as a treasure, and the... husband Yun Qingci thought would accompany him for the rest of his life.

But that was before.

Yun Qingci's eyelashes fluttered and his lips curved slightly.

Li Ying felt wronged.

As Li Ying stood up, breathing heavily, Yun Qingci remembered that he had this habit. When he was angry and resentful but couldn't vent his anger, he would pace around, while the people serving him lay on the ground and trembled. They could only wait for His Majesty to think of a solution, fling his sleeves and tear down a screen or overturn a table to let out his anger.

This stinky habit had appeared shortly after Li Ying ascended the throne. He was thirteen then. Many old ministers looked at his young age and tried to use their authority to oppress him. It was always Li Ying's heart knot.

The time Prime Minister Yun knelt down, for Li Ying, it was the same as oppression.

Yun Qingci sat still, thinking that he hoped he could see through Li Ying in this life, but unfortunately, he apparently still couldn't. He behaved obediently and stopped provoking him, wasn't that what Li Ying always wanted from him? But now Li Ying was angry with him again?

Suddenly a shadow fell on him, and Yun Qingci raised his face involuntarily. The tall figure of the man bent down and his hands propped on the stone table. Li Ying's breath almost sprayed Yun Qingci's face. Then he reached out and poked Yun Qingci's hat brim, his gaze falling on the scar.

Yun Qingci shrank his shoulders as the brim of his hat was lifted.

The injury on his forehead was not serious. It was already scabbed, but it was still a bit startling on his porcelain-white skin.

Li Ying looked at him for a moment, then moved a wooden stool, sat down beside him, and took out a shallow vial from his sleeve. "This is a healing holy medicine from Southern Xinjiang. May I apply some for you?"