Broken Soul [2]

In the eyes of the palace gatekeepers the carriage that came was the emperor's carriage, they were actually quite confused because they didn't see the emperor's carriage coming out of the palace, then why suddenly the emperor's carriage was outside and is now going into the palace. Without waiting and because of the heavy rain they immediately opened the gate so that the emperor's carriage could enter directly.

Who does not recognize the emperor's carriage, with the torrential rain still going on. The gate guards still recognized the emperor's carriage without the slightest bit of hesitation because the emperor's carriage was gold with the dragon emblem in the centre of the carriage's roof.

The coachman kept spur the carriage in until it stopped where the emperor was supposed to descend. As soon as the carriage come to a halt without waiting for the coachman to open the door, the carriage door opened from the inside and the first person to step down was emperor and Bing Wen next followed.

The emperor weathered the rain with the graceful walk of an emperor. The palace servant who was waiting for the emperor to come, saw the emperor get off the carriage and was just about to rush over to him. But with a single gesture of the emperor's hand, they stopped where they didn't dare to move the slightest bit.

The emperor continued to walk, seeing the direction the emperor was taking Bing Wen thought the emperor wanted to enter his study. But his guess was wrong, at the end of the corridor that divides the study and guest room corridors, the emperor turned towards the guest room, where Phoenix rested.

Arriving at the door of the guest room, Bing Wen called out "Your Majesty, should you change first?" the emperor did not stop, he stepped in through the doorsteps, the next second the clothes he was wearing that was soaking wet suddenly dried, even the drops of water that had been dripping on the floor disappeared without a trace.

Bing Wen's eyes opened wide, shocked. Xuan Ti never used his power in public. He glanced at the servant standing on either side of him. Their heads were down looking on the ground, and they were standing a little away from the door so they shouldn't have seen what was happening.

Before Bing Wen take a step to follow but with the emperor's back still facing him, one of the emperor's right hands was raised parallel to his shoulder, as a sign for Bing Wen not to come in. After that the emperor stepped in, he went straight to the Phoenix bed and sat on the chair beside her bed.

Phoenix was still fast asleep, no wrinkles on her forehead, a sign she was sleeping peacefully. He raised both his hands, touching Phoenix's palms. holding her tightly as he mumbled.

"Why are you doing this to me Phoenix? You don't even think about how I feel right now, after knowing what you did, especially what you went through. What made you take this crazy act? Do I mean nothing to you and deserve to share every feeling you feel? Even if you ask through the torments of the worst hell I will do it for you, but I won't let you suffer more than what you feel right now? Oh Phoenix…. You don't know how devastated I am right now." Xuan Ti shook his head slowly, trying to shake off the horror that was rising in his mind.

Tears rolled down his cold purple cheeks, dripping down to the Phoenix's palm that he was holding tightly. A mixture of feelings, anger, sadness, anxiety, and cursing his helplessness since she disappeared until now.

He lowered his head, his forehead touching the back of his palm which was holding Phoenix's hand. Hiding his face there, crying. His body shook, unable to contain his feelings of being too sick and full of disappointment. He didn't know how long he had cried in front of the phoenix who was still fast asleep, until his eyes felt heavy and then darkness slowly filled his eyes, he fast asleep from exhaustion.

Before he became the King of the dragon kings, he did not necessarily gain a high position in the heavenly laws. He framed as an ordinary celestial warrior, who was always on the battlefield for the peace of the universe. Of all the battles he went through, even he would have almost died several times were it not for the belief in himself that he could overcome all odds.

He fought from one realm to another against the darkness that engulfed the weak souls. Those who are easily instigated by dark creatures become slaves of darkness.

With the victory he got from the tenacity he displayed in fighting the darkness, he was promoted, one level after another until he became the god of war in the celestial realm. Until one day he challenged the dragon lords in the four directions of the universe for their arrogance and the calamity they caused. He succeeded and now he is the king of the dragon kings and oversees maintaining balance not only on earth but also in the universe.

Although his daily life looks busy being the king of the yellow kingdom, but he still divides his time in his duties to maintain the equality of the universe. Which makes him always interact with other creatures besides humans. and none of that can make him tired right now.

Right now, he just wanted to lean back, leaning his head even if only with the phoenix palm as a support alone could make his restless heart anchor and calm down.

Dark clouds still filled the wide sky, even though the rainstorm had stopped but traces of lightning flashes were imprinted everywhere. Leaving nothing but black ashes, and even then, it was carried away by the streams of water that flooded the streets during a rainstorm. It flows continuously from one ditch to another, breaking branches at the end of the road, until it merges into the sea. And the sea carried away the remnants of ashes into the wide and deep sea and ended up in the dark seabed.

Qing Yang woke up, she felt her left hand being tightly gripped by another hand. She slowly opened her eyes, wanting to see who was gripping her hand tightly. when her eyes opened, the first thing she saw was the ceiling of the room and definitely not the ceiling in her room at Xiao Hai's house.

She frowned, her brows furrowed deeply. She remembered the last thing that happened before she fell asleep. She is in one of the guest rooms in the palace, the emperor asks her to rest.

She glanced around the window to her right side. The sky looks dark but it's not the night sky. 'Maybe it's been raining' she thought to her own conclusion in the silence of the guest room. Rain is not necessarily on the east seacoast, it can come at any time even though if it's not the rainy season.

Her focus returned to the grip in her hand. Slowly she turned her head to the left, she saw hair from someone's head. But she didn't know who it was because the face was buried under his arm. seen from the clothes, is the clothes of ordinary people but from the nobility, or merchants. Because the fabric is satin and looks smooth.

She feels uncomfortable with her hands gripped in such a way. The only way is to wake the person sleeping on her side by trying to move her hand, slowly pulling it out of his grip.

One slow movement immediately woke up the person sleeping beside her. The person takes a deep breath and exhales it, still in the same position. But after that he raised his head so that she could see. And when that person's face and eyes looked into her eyes with full of tenderness, Qing Yang's grasp breath in an instant. Subconsciously she pulled her hand roughly and tried to get up. But her attempt futile.

As a result, she decided to mutter in a barely audible choking voice. Due to nervousness, the words she should have said were 'Your Majesty, I'm sorry my presence worried you' but instead came out "Your Majesty, what are you doing here?"

If the emperor wasn't in front of her right now, she would have been slapping hard on her forehead for speaking so impolitely.

"It was a rainstorm, I thought you would be scared and cold, so I accompanied you here" replied the emperor with the calm face he used to show in front of Qing Yang.

Seeing Qing Yang's vulnerable face, the emperor really wanted to hug her tightly in his embrace, which he used to do with the phoenix but the woman before him now didn't remember him. The emperor gritted his teeth, clenching his fists in restraint until his fingers turned white. Pale.