The Loyal Dead Soldier Did Not Plan to Run with a Bun (Pregnant) - Chapter 2

The back mountain was indeed deserted, and Wei San’s nerves, which had been stretched taut all day, finally began to relax. However, the aphrodisiac, no longer held back, surged back with a vengeance, causing his hands and feet to tremble as he tried to strip off his clothes.

By the time he had managed to strip himself bare, Wei San was so weak that he could barely stand.

Mustering his last shred of reason, he slid into the water. The icy chill of the night pond stimulated his feverish body, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

The “Spring Banquet” poison was too potent, and having been delayed for an entire day, it was now at its most ferocious stage. Wei San had intended to resolve the situation himself, but only now did he realize that his plan had been nothing more than a pipe dream.

He tried to steady his hand, but he could not muster a sliver of strength. He could only collapse against the stones by the pond, panting, his mind muddled by the intense heat, losing all sense of time.

The dead soldier camp was extremely quiet at night. Although the lights were lit, not a soul could be seen.

Wei Zheng, dressed in a night-traveling suit and wearing a human-skin mask, had his entire body covered, leaving only his eyes exposed.

He strolled into the dead soldier camp’s territory. Dozens of gazes from the shadows fell upon him; seeing the token of Wei Liu hanging from his waist, the stares softened slightly, yet they remained fixed on him like a shadow.

“Yo! Isn’t this Sixth Brother? Shouldn’t you be on duty? How did you manage to run back?”

Wei Jiu leaned against the door frame of the dormitory, holding a bowl in his hands, grinning at him with a mischievous look.

“Sixth Brother, you haven’t eaten yet, right? I just cooked some plain noodles; want a couple of bites?”

Wei Zheng remained silent, his gaze fixed directly on this lively dead soldier.

So, this is the kind of stuff I’ve been feeding my dead soldiers? he thought to himself. It seems I need to let Duan Lin give them a proper disciplining.

He ignored Wei Jiu completely, but Wei Jiu, true to his nature, climbed right up the pole, sticking close to him.

“Hey, Sixth Brother, why are you ignoring me? I was kind enough to invite you to eat, so why are you giving me the cold shoulder?”

He placed one hand on Wei Zheng’s shoulder. One second he was grinning, but the next, he revealed his true intent.

He tossed the noodle bowl aside, and the chopsticks he had been using for his meal became a lethal weapon in his hand, stabbing fast, accurately, and viciously toward the carotid artery in Wei Zheng’s neck.

The sound of the bowl shattering on the floor, splashing noodles and broth everywhere, was like a signal. The dead soldiers hiding in the dark swarmed out, the cold light reflecting off their curved blades filled with killing intent.

The turn of events happened too quickly, but Wei Zheng was not surprised at all. He didn’t even bother to dodge, standing there with complete composure.

Seeing that the chopsticks in Wei Jiu’s hand were only a finger’s width away from piercing his throat, a loose stone shot out from the dark with great velocity, slamming into the chopsticks with a thud and snapping them in two.

The door to the room of the Secret Guard Commander, Duan Lin, was kicked open in a rage. Because the force was poorly controlled, the wooden door gave a mournful groan before collapsing with a crash.

“You bastards, have you gone mad? Open your dog eyes and take a good look at who this is!”

The dead soldiers stopped their actions, a visible sense of confusion washing over them.

Duan Lin glared at these troublesome wretches with a look of extreme disappointment. He then hurried over to Wei Zheng, dropped to his knees with a loud thwack, and performed a grand salute.

“This subordinate deserves death. Please, Master, punish me.”

The dead soldiers stopped, visibly stunned and panic-stricken.

Wei Jiu, who had led the charge, was completely dumbfounded. Who could have imagined that the dignified Virtuous Prince (Xian Wang) would be so bored as to disguise himself as an assassin just to test his own men? It was simply absurd!

Realizing they had committed a grave error, the dead soldiers knelt in a flurry. Meanwhile, the Secret Guards from the neighboring camp, who had heard the fighting and rushed over thinking there was an intruder, saw their Commander and the dead soldiers kneeling, so they joined in, kneeling in complete confusion.

Wei Zheng removed his mask, though he kept the human-skin mask on. He waved his hand, signaling the dead soldiers and secret guards to rise.

The dead soldiers stood there like frightened quails, holding their breath while waiting for their master to deliver his judgment.

“A small punishment to serve as a warning. Go to the Training Hall and take five lashes each.”

They had failed to recognize their master and even attempted to kill him; five lashes were a sign of the Master’s benevolence. The dead soldiers thanked him for the mercy and fled faster than rabbits.

As for the Secret Guards, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire, they ran away as well.

The large dead soldier camp was suddenly empty again, as if nothing had happened.

Duan Lin stepped forward to his side. “Master, you went through the trouble of disguising yourself to come here—do you have any orders?”

Wei Zheng did not answer. On the surface, the Virtuous Prince’s estate was his territory, but in secret, no one knew how many eyes had been planted there, watching his every move day and night. If he showed even the slightest hint that he was not the fool he pretended to be, the wicked ghosts watching from the shadows would pounce and devour him alive.

He walked out of the camp, and Duan Lin followed him knowingly.

The two remained silent until they walked into the quiet, deserted back mountain. Only then did Wei Zheng ask, “Duan Lin, what is the situation in the capital now?”

Duan Lin replied, “Zhang Xing is dead. The one in the Eastern Palace is furious and has ordered many people to dig up information on the mastermind behind it. As for the Fifth Prince…”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “The Fifth Prince is busy kicking someone while they’re down, not realizing that the stone he’s rolling is about to smash his own foot.”

“Oh?” Wei Zheng became interested. “What do you mean?”

“That brat Wei San somehow got ahold of a token belonging to a secret guard of the Fifth Prince. After killing Zhang Xing, he hid the token under the bed, leading the Supreme Court to find it.”

There was nothing but appreciation in his eyes when he mentioned Wei San; clearly, he was very satisfied with this stroke of genius.

“Now, the Minister of the Supreme Court is afraid to offend either side, and the token has become like a hot potato in his hands. There are no walls in this world that don’t leak; even if he doesn’t dare to speak of it, the one in the Eastern Palace already knows.”

Wei Zheng pondered for a moment and smiled. “Regardless of whether Zhang Xing was killed by the Fifth Brother’s men or not, he has jumped into the Yellow River and will never be able to wash himself clean.”

There would be a good show of “dogs biting dogs” to watch in the future; he just wondered how long his Crown Prince brother could hold back.

His mission accomplished, Wei Zheng dismissed Duan Lin and took a stroll alone along the mountain path.

This place was quiet and secluded, with occasional night breezes stirring the leaves with a rustling sound, and the moonlight on the ground swaying and dancing.

Wei Zheng, who had to act a part every single day while wearing a mask, finally felt a rare sense of relaxation and kept walking up the mountain.

The forest path seemed endless, but after walking for an unknown amount of time, the view suddenly opened up. Walking closer, he saw it was a water pond.

The night breeze rushed toward him, carrying wisps of water vapor. The surface of the water rippled, shattering the moonlight scattered upon it, making it look like the brilliant galaxy in the sky.

Wei Zheng was in a great mood. Just as he was about to step closer, he suddenly heard a sticky, soft, and suppressed moan, sounding exactly like a small cat begging for affection.

There was actually someone in the pond.

Wei Zheng frowned, hiding in the shadows of the woods, his right hand already gripping the hilt of the soft sword hidden in his belt.

Killing intent flared in his eyes. Just as he was about to take advantage of the person’s lack of awareness to execute him, he was suddenly stunned by the sight before him.

In that star-filled water, a beauty more ethereal than any earthly creature had his eyes open—watery and dazed—his expression a mix of pleasure and unbearable longing, his fair skin flushed with passion.

Was he… masturbating?

Wei Zheng’s eyes darkened slightly. He drew his soft sword and walked out.

Wei San had already been driven to the brink of losing his reason by the aphrodisiac. He remembered only by instinct that he needed to release himself, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find a way, and he was so frustrated that tears were about to fall.

His eyes were unfocused, half-open, and he emitted fragile, stifled moans from his throat, like a trapped beast reaching its end.

Tormented by the poison, the dead soldier did not notice the person standing on the shore. Unable to find release, each wave of high heat grew stronger than the last, until even the lake water felt warmed by his body temperature.

The water could no longer cool him down. The cold stone beneath him became his only lifeline; he pressed himself against it, wishing he could merge into the rock.

Wei Zheng crouched down at that moment, using the hilt of his soft sword to lift Wei San’s chin. The instinct of a dead soldier made Wei San try to pull away, but Wei Zheng hated being defied, so he abandoned the sword and grabbed him with his hand instead.

The dead soldier’s head was forced up, exposing his incredibly beautiful face entirely to Wei Zheng’s gaze.

Wei Zheng considered himself to have seen countless beauties, but none were as beautiful and submissive as this one—perfectly in line with his aesthetic.

If such a beauty were in the Prince’s estate, he could not have possibly forgotten him. The only possibility for someone to appear in the back mountain of the dead soldier camp at this hour was that this beauty was one of his own dead soldiers or secret guards.

Only dead soldiers and secret guards wouldn’t let others see their faces; even without a mask, they would definitely be wearing human-skin masks.

Thinking of the human-skin mask, he reached out to touch the side of Wei San’s neck but felt nothing unusual.

This face is real. Wei Zheng felt a bit more tolerant toward Wei San.

The beauty before him was clearly suffering from an aphrodisiac, a very potent one at that. Wei Zheng, acting out of rare kindness, wondered if he should notify Duan Lin to find a maid to help him dispel the poison. Just as he was about to turn and leave, the beauty suddenly gripped his wrist with both hands, rubbing his cheek against his palm again and again, letting out a sigh of satisfaction from his throat.

The beauty, completely lost in desire, looked like a spirit from the deep mountains meant to bewitch and steal souls, making it impossible to look away.

Driven by a strange impulse, Wei Zheng didn’t push him away. Instead, he followed the beauty’s movements, his palm gently stroking skin that felt like the finest silk.

Not long after, the coolness of his palm alone could no longer satisfy Wei San. Subconsciously seeking more, he climbed up Wei Zheng’s arm, nestled bit by bit into his embrace, and hugged his waist, pressing tightly against him.

With a beauty actively throwing himself into his arms and showing such attachment, Wei Zheng was not a young boy ignorant of desire, nor was he a saint who could remain unmoved while holding a woman in his arms.

If the fat meat is delivered to your mouth, how can you not eat it?

“This is something you invited upon yourself, not me.”

He reached into the water, caught hold of Wei San’s waist, and lifted him out.

The wet beauty was just as he had imagined skin like curdled cream, a slender waist, and long legs. The only flaw, perhaps, was the various scars covering his body.

The most savage one was a knife wound cutting across his entire abdomen.

The scar had long since healed, but one could still see how dangerous the situation must have been.

He stared at that scar, finding it unexpectedly jarring.

The poison continued to rage, and without release, Wei San’s feverish body began to spasm uncontrollably.

Wei Zheng quickly pulled over the clean outer robe lying on the bathing tray, wrapped the person in his arms, and carried him away directly.

At the same time, Wei Liu, wearing the Virtuous Prince’s human-skin mask, lay on the Prince’s bed, feeling as if he were sitting on pins and needles.

His eyes were blank, lost in deep thought.