After The Simp Sealed His Heart With Cement, The Demon Lord Immediately Fell In Love! - Chapter 5

Su Mo looked at the youth before him with a complex expression, unsure of what to say. Yan Yichen was the true protagonist of this novel. He was the popular scheming crybaby archetype, someone with a tragic background who approached Wen Muli with impure motives to change his destiny.

As for Su Mo, he was merely an important side character who only existed for the first half of the book. After all, he was the trigger that ignited the deep, abusive romance between the two leads. Thinking about the future plot, Su Mo felt a flash of pity for the boy in front of him. The suffering he was about to endure would be no less than his own.

“Do not feel guilty; this is something I am doing willingly. I do not blame you.” He sighed softly and reached out to gently wipe away the tears on Yan Yichen’s face. Whether the boy’s guilt was genuine or merely an act did not matter. Either way, they were both merely tools serving the plot.

Su Mo’s expression was so sincere that it actually made Yan Yichen feel uneasy. He did have some petty schemes and had intended to use feigned pity to lower the other man’s hostility. Yet, seeing how open and willing Su Mo was, without a shred of resentment, he suddenly felt a pang of heartache. This stupid man, life is his own, he only has one, is it really necessary to sacrifice everything for a man who does not love him?

Struck by a moment of compassion, Yan Yichen almost blurted out his thoughts, but he managed to rein himself in just in time to maintain his character. Su Mo was simply too powerful. If they did not weaken him, they would never be able to conquer Fengdu.

Gritting his teeth, Yan Yichen let fall two more cat like tears. “Thank you for being willing to save me. In this life, I will serve you like a beast of burden to repay you. Please do not worry, I will never compete for favor with you. I will respect you as I would my own older brother and take care of you for the rest of my life.”

“You really are a kind child.” Su Mo chuckled and shook his head. He did not love Wen Muli, so the concept of competing for favor was laughable. As for taking care of him, that was even more ridiculous, given that in the near future, he would die in the very war he was destined to orchestrate himself.

“Chen’er, are you done talking? We must not miss the auspicious time!” Wen Muli’s urging voice rang out. The two stopped their conversation, and a group of people filed back into the room.

Wen Muli took a pill into his mouth, cupped Yan Yichen’s head, and kissed him, passing the medicine into the boy’s mouth. As the medicine took effect, Yan Yichen’s eyelids grew heavy. He clutched Wen Muli’s clothes anxiously, his mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to say something.

“Sleep. When you wake up, you will have a healthy body,” Wen Muli said, his gaze softening. He leaned down, pressed a fleeting kiss to the boy’s brow, and spoke softly.

Once the boy was sound asleep, Wen Muli turned around with a grim expression and nodded to the imperial physicians.

“Empress, please follow this humble minister to the side chamber.” The process of extracting a spiritual root was far too bloody; he did not have the guts to let the Emperor watch. Bowing, he spoke respectfully to Su Mo.

Su Mo nodded and followed him out. Behind them, Wen Muli spoke up suddenly.

“Take care of him; do not let him suffer.” In the end, he was soft hearted after all.

“Yes!”

In the side chamber, as the official who had served Wen Muli the longest, the imperial physician Mo Xiyuan had witnessed every twist and turn of their love hate relationship. He had been there during Su Mo’s most glorious moments and his darkest hours. As a subject, he had no right to question the Emperor’s actions, but he could not help but feel a pang of sympathy for the sturdy, gentle man before him.

“Your Majesty, he still has you in his heart. It is only because of the emotional wounds from the past that he cannot see the truth. Please, do not hate him.”

“Hm, I do not hate him. Let us begin, Doctor Mo.” Su Mo smiled and nodded, his eyes clear and open.

“Alas.” The more nonchalant Su Mo was, the more helpless Mo Xiyuan felt, eventually letting out a long, heavy sigh.

“This is a pill I refined. It will reduce the pain of having your spiritual root extracted. Endure it, and you will be fine.” Handing over the pill bottle, his eyes were filled with pity. Su Mo said nothing; he took the bottle, opened it, poured out a pill, and swallowed it.

Having practiced medicine for nearly five hundred years, Mo Xiyuan had treated countless difficult cases. As a descendant of a legendary physician, he had never felt his heart tremble when facing a patient. Yet, at this moment, his hand was trembling uncontrollably.

“Please, proceed.” Su Mo smiled and silently closed his eyes.

Mo Xiyuan gritted his teeth and reached for Su Mo’s neck with a trembling hand. Because of the pill, Su Mo felt no pain. He only heard the sound of cloth being snipped, followed by a rustling noise, and then a sudden numbness in the back of his neck. It felt as if all his strength had been drained away, and he lost consciousness instantly.

About an hour later, a palace servant frantically knocked on the door of Wen Muli’s sleeping quarters and collapsed to the floor in a panic. “Your Majesty, something is wrong.”

Wen Muli’s expression shifted instantly. Without a second thought, he rushed out of the room and headed straight for the side chamber.

Creak.

As the door was kicked open, the sight that met his eyes was a stream of servants carrying out basin after basin of blood stained water.

“Your Majesty, you must not! The blood will taint your noble body.” A servant hurried forward to stop him upon seeing him.

“Get out of my way!” The thread of sanity in Wen Muli’s brain snapped. He kicked the servant aside and rushed frantically into the inner chamber.

Su Mo, who had been full of life just a short while ago, was lying on the bed, hovering on the brink of death. Bright red blood kept spilling from his neck, impossible to stem. As a cultivation genius, even when he suppressed his aura, he usually carried a pressure no less than that of the Emperor. But now, his aura was nearly extinguished, as if he could pass away at any moment.

“Dammit! Why did it come to this!” With bloodshot eyes, a maddened Wen Muli rushed forward, grabbed Mo Xiyuan by the collar, and roared in a breakdown.

“I, I do not know. It should not be like this. The Empress was always strong and healthy.” Mo Xiyuan shook his head in panic.

“Save him! If he dies, I will have your head!” Wen Muli commanded through gritted teeth. He climbed onto the bed, pulled Su Mo tightly into his arms, and channeled his internal energy, pouring his spiritual power into Su Mo’s body.

“Su Mo, you are not allowed to die! If you do, I will not let you off. What you owe me, you must spend a lifetime by my side to repay. Do you hear me? If you dare to die without my permission, I will have Ye Lin executed; I will make her beg for death! I mean what I say!”

His tone was so helpless, so filled with sorrow and panic. Crystal clear, scalding tears dripped onto Su Mo’s cold, pale face.

Time ticked by second by second. Su Mo was lucky; thanks to the replenishment from Wen Muli’s cultivation, he barely managed to cling to life. Wen Muli stayed by his side, tending to him without ever changing his clothes, for three whole days. Only when he was certain Su Mo was out of danger did he remember Yan Yichen, who had already awakened.

“Take good care of him. Do not tell him that I have been staying by his side. Anyone who disobeys will be severely punished!” Wen Muli warned in a hoarse voice.

“Your Majesty, you clearly have him in your heart, so why do you always insist on deceiving yourself?” Mo Xiyuan sighed and tried to comfort him.

“Shut up. Do not speak nonsense.” Wen Muli denied it with a livid face and left the side chamber.

After that, Su Mo remained in a deep slumber, while Wen Muli poured all his attention into Yan Yichen, who had now received the spiritual root, and never once came to visit him again.