Chapter 34

Haoran repeated the action from earlier by touching his cheek and noting it was getting warmer. Meiyang is really accepting of this energy.

" This is the second time she gets rallied up when we investigate what is happening. Look her ! She is injured and will continue in this way unless we help her!", Liuhe spoke to Enlai who was crying softly.

Dejang attained form and went next to Liuhe.

" I can give you a massage too!", He whispered in his ear but Liuhe looked away.

" Sir , Disciple Zhao is right. Her anger will only grow and get more powerful eventually not hurting only herself but those around her!", Meiyang stood up as Haoran supported him.

He kept quiet which annoyed Haoran though he didn't show it

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Iseul drummed his fingers on the table in his bedroom. He was trying to study but he couldn't focus and when he tried to sleep his body won't shut off. So he dissolved into fog and flew towards the king's chambers.

He slipped inside and hid behind the curtain shielding the bed from the entrance.

He could hear someone being fed and so he peeked. that is when he saw Shejin gently giving the man some food. His motions were so smooth and filled with so much emotion.

Shejin waited for the man to breath between each quarter of a spoon and for some reason the ratio was getting even smaller after every bite.

Sniffs!

He was crying because he suddenly thought of the times he was feeding his grandfather. He remembered how he used to hate it yet wouldn't even eat unless it was Shejin's cooking. He remembered how Ahmun would call him in the middle of the night saying his grandfather wants him to come and do his grandsonly duties. He especially remembered that his last meeting with him was when he was feeding him and he kept taking less and less of the food just like the king is doing right now.

" Don't cry!", He spoke and raised his hand to touch Shejin's face.

Iseul's fist changed to green as he watched this.

" A prince doesn't cry !", He spoke while his bony hands touched Shejin's skin.

He had lost too much weight in so little time . His death was nearing at an alarming rate and everyone can see just as much, though they don't seem affected by it.

' Don't cry , the heir of the heavens shouldn't cry! ', he recalled when his grandfather used to console him.

Though it is too different topics , the similarity is so paralyzing and full of anguish and torture.

Shejin wondered whether on the day his grandfather passed if he was also calling for his son , Shejin's father.

" I am sorry . I will stop!", He struggled to mouth the sentence between the tears.

" When I am gone, you will only have memories of me . I don't know how much you will remember but I hope I gave you nothing worth forgetting. Before that I hope that you will find happiness and hold onto it! You are beautiful and you are loved! ", He kept quiet

Shejin just froze. He heard the voice again but the voice he just heard was definitely his grandfather's, there is no mistaking it.

From nowhere, a cold cloth laid against his face and his cheek was pressed upon it.

Yongsun who was standing in the bathroom listening, emerged to hug Shejin. He wasn't hiding for any reason except that he can't bear to see the king in this manner. Even right now he looked elsewhere which was useless because his mind had a perfect picture of the ghost his father is resembling. Shejin moved away from the touch to look at Yongsun's face. His eyes were puffy so Shejin immediately stopped crying. He thought it would be very selfish if he made this about himself when Yongsun has to watch his father leaving this world.

He felt so bad! Now more than ever Shejin is convinced that he will just go and blurt out the contents of the novel so he can solve this sooner . That way the dynasty will remember the king, Yongsun's father for being the sovereign who brought retribution to his people and not the man his enemies will label him.

" Father wants me to marry in the nest three days!",

" WHAT?",

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Meiyang was in the inn . He had tired to get some rest but the pain would not let him. Therefore he resorted to sewing Haoran's coat. He could have taken it to the seamstress but he can stand the thought of someone else touching Haoran's clothes when they were torn for him.

The only drawback is that he can't sew. He never learned any housekeeping because none of the masters of the south sect would want to teach him things like that. He had been attempting to make a stitch for ten minutes but he just kept sewing in multiple directions and coiling the thread. Inevitably the needle pricked him while he fought with it

He quickly sucked on the barely noticeable wound. He took it out and tried to sew again but instead punched himself once more. On his second attempt to suck the pain away, his hand was caught. A gentle tuneless whistle was sent to his finger.

His eyes and attention landed onto the unexpected visitor. It was Haoran!

He took the cloth and placed it in the table. He had no spare clothes so he was currently wearing Meiyang's.

" I went all over town looking for medicine but didn't find any !", He said still massaging his finger .

Meiyang was looking at his lips but all he saw was the ' moralless prostitute' from the powderhouse. It made him want to scrub Haoran's mouth with kerosene but how would he ever make it less seem like he is overreacting.

" But i did !", Master Yee spoke behind Haoran.

He looked at Haoran holding Meiyang and Haoran immediately let go.

Yee held out the bag of medicine. He proceeded to explain that when he went to check NaiWen, the others told him about the wounds and her attacking Meiyang.

" The doctor said this needs hot water and is drank upon naturally reaching room temperature! ",

Before he was done, Haoran left to get the water leaving just Yee and Meiyang in the room.

He looked at the reddened hand and asked why the matter was only for him to respond that he was trying to fix his own clothes. Yee approached the dinning space and occupied the opposite chair

Yee took the cloth and folded it properly. He said that he will take it to the seamstress. And later someone will come take Meiyang's measurements so that he can buy him clothes.

" Do the wounds hurt a lot ?", He asked looking at his legs but Meiyang lied saying they don't hurt

Yee took his leg , placed it on his thigh and unwrapped the bandage. in deed the skin was reddened badly , it seemed a bit purplish which was absurd.

He asked something Meiyang didn't hear because suddenly he ran his finger on his leg which made Meiyang shudder.

He smiled softly and he carried on with his action. His motion more smooth and more sensual. He carried on speaking though his company was deaf.

Meiyang closed his eyes and Yee drew the invisible lines. Yee's eyes moved from his fingers , up Meiyang's leg and to his face . For no reason, his hand flew and touched him on the cheek . He drew the lines with his thumb and after a few times his finger moved close to Meiyang's lips causing him to slowly part his eyes.

" There is no water!", A maid spoke standing in disbelief.

Yee immediately stood up and left. He aggressively passed Haoran walking into the room without saying anything.

Haoran flew to Meiyang when he saw him looking rattled and thought that it must be because of the pain.

' WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT !', he thought alone but he already knew what it was .

Haoran and Yee touched him at the same place . Only when Yee touched him did it feel one hundred percent like a sin . A very unforgivable one.