[BL] Eternal Spring

第三十五章

Yan Li was dressed in her signature palette of stormy greys, her cat nowhere to be seen. (Of course, it was much too cold outside). Delicate pieces of gold and jade dangled from her head and the wind coerced a flush to her cheeks, recreating the gentle image of a doll. "Second Consort greets his majesty, greets Noble Consort Xiu." Jiang Zhilan indicated she could stand. She stood slowly, her gaze creeping across Jiang Zhilan's face, hair and outfit. She paused slightly, then a shy smile graced her face. "Your majesty, this consort was merely passing by. I just came to greet you and didn't intend to interrupt...his majesty's meal."

Jiang Zhilan glanced over, meeting those insidious grey eyes; rare, beautiful eyes in this country, rare even in the Western regions. There was something strange in that gaze.

"This consort will take her leave."

"...alright." He gazed at her retreating back, a sense of unease rising in his heart. Unconsciously, he touched the red spider lily on his head. He didn't know why he'd worn it, but it was like he wanted Liu Qingyuan to hurry up and catch him. To come and take that hairpin. To hurry up and...come back to his side. Jiang Zhilan lowered his hand, gaze dropping as he ignored the vicious, envious gaze of his Noble Consort.

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Like previous nights, the chill was bitter, cutting uncaringly into the flesh of those who dared to venture out. Inconspicuously, a figure's straight back was wrapped in a light, fur-lined coat. The moonlight glinted off the silver mask on their face, hiding their eyes like a wolf stalking their prey from the shadows. Out of nowhere, another slim figure appeared, shorter and obviously female. Quiet words were exchanged, she bowed respectfully and the two parted ways.

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In the dimly lit depths of the imperial bedroom, Jiang Zhilan's figure sat in the ornately carved chair, a thin sleeping robe on his shoulders. Part of his hair was gathered at the back of his head, held up by the traitorous glimmer of a red spider lily. These past few days, he'd worn it almost obsessively, as if waiting for something or someone. Even now, he refused to take it off until his head actually touched the pillow. However, even as the candle burned lower and lower, he didn't move; only the sound of rustling pages accompanied him in the silence.

As Eunuch Shuang came in with the fourth refill of hot water, he caught the king tiredly pressing his temples, a deep furrow between his brows. He put down the teapot. "Your majesty, maybe you should rest." Jiang Zhilan absentmindedly waved him away.

"No need." He stubbornly persisted, the sound of pages turning following his refusal. Eunuch Shuang hesitated. The king had given his order, yet it was also his duty to take care of his heavenly body. Judging by the dark smudges under his eyes, the king hadn't been sleeping well lately. Eunuch Shuang approached the little table, cleaning up the dripping candle wax with deft movements.

"Your majesty, look. Even the candle has burned out. You must take care of your body," He hesitated for a moment, a new thought arising in his mind. "Is it because of guard Liu? He-" Jiang Zhilan abruptly raised his head, the dancing candle flame half-obscuring his eyes. After a moment of pause, Eunuch Shuang bowed his head. "Forgive me, your majesty. I've misspoke."

"Mm." Jiang Zhilan looked back down to the pages of the book. The characters seemed to blur for a moment, his eyelids drooping. He blinked hard. "It must be tiring to serve me everyday."

"No, no. How can that be, your majesty? It is an honour."

Jiang Zhilan closed his eyes. "You can retire first."

"Your majesty-"

"It's late." His tone brokered no argument. Eunuch Shuang pursed his lips, wanting to object. Since you know it's late, why are you still deciding to stay up? Jiang Zhilan tilted his head towards him. "Still not leaving?"

"That," Eunuch Shuang hesitated. "Then, this servant will leave first." He bowed low, shuffling out of the room. The outer door slid closed with a soft thump and the room fell into silence.

Alone, Jiang Zhilan let out a soft sigh, the book falling disinterestedly from his fingers to land on the side table. He reached up, his cold fingers lightly touching the devilish flower on his head. Winter was already here and the thin robe on his shoulders did little to keep the warmth. The brazier by the bed and the thick quilt beckoned him invitingly. But the thoughts in his head kept him captive, spinning in a dizzying display.

He stood up slowly, picking up the thin blue book and stepping over to the shelf where several other bound texts and bamboo scrolls lay. His figure seemed to sway, the light twisting its way around his skin like a gentle lover's embrace.

There was a chill at his back. The light blew out suddenly, bringing forth a darkness so complete, he instinctively flinched back. In the silence, the subtle sound of fabric seemed particularly loud. Jiang Zhilan turned his head slightly, pupils shrinking as cold light reflected into his eyes. He spun, raising the book he hadn't had time to put away. With a soft 'ssst', the paper was pierced through.

"Guards!" The king immediately shouted. He leaned back, feeling a cold wind sweep by his nose. In the same movement, he let go of the book, paper shreds fluttering to the floor, and reached up, catching a slender wrist in his hand. In the darkness, this grip became his pivot and the two exchanged blows until he was forced to let go to avoid a knife to his stomach.

Jiang Zhilan breathed out softly, temples beaded with sweat. He narrowed his eyes, fingers slightly curling at his sides. From the strength and angle of the attacks, he'd deduced that the assailant must be female. Even as such, she was skilled and the darkness lent her an advantage. He, on the other hand, was affected by several nights of poor sleep; he wouldn't be able to hold out indefinitely.

Judging by the fact that no guards had come when he'd called, something must have happened. He didn't know if his assailant had any accomplices...

In his daze, sharp metal pierced his arm, tearing cleanly through flesh and sending the salty scent of copper through the room.

"Ugh!" Jiang Zhilan gritted his teeth, turning his head and hitting outwards. His hand caught her arm, and he quickly took advantage of the fact to quickly disarm her with several deft movements. InThe knife fell to the ground with the clatter of metal.

The smell of blood stung his nose, making his head spin. He overestimated his step, bumping into the low side table and stumbling. The assassin pounced at the noise, knocking him over. The two of them fell to the ground. The assassin's small hand pressed his face to the floor, tearing the spider lily, and a couple strands of hair, from his head. Black silk scattered. His hand trailed after hers, reaching desperately for the piece of metal that determined his life or death.

Using his other hand, Jiang Zhilan pushed off the floor, pushing his assailant's smaller body up and switching their position. But before he could take advantage of it, a burning pain tore through his thigh, his back exploding in heated tingles as his body tried to warn him of the danger.

In the darkness, the phoenix mark flared, sensing its nemesis trying to control the body of its host. Raising shaking hands, Jiang Zhilan grasped the hand that was twisting the hairpin deeper into his thigh. He felt weak, his grip lax and unable to even grip their hand securely. In the dim light provided by the tattoo glowing in his back, a pair of dark grey eyes stared viciously at him, expression impassive. She tore the hairpin out, kicking Jiang Zhilan off her. Blood sprayed and he fell to the side, raising his hand in a futile attempt to block the blood soaked lily bearing down on him.