They Are Archenemies, But They Have A Child - Chapter 102

Chapter 102: The Cuckold

Yún Fēiyǔ noticed that Leng Licí had walked to the table. Remembering Hóng Yuān’s disobedience just now, he deliberately ordered, “Take one, and feed it to me.”

!

Yun Qingwu’s expression changed. He immediately reached out to grab the pastry. You want A-Cí to feed you?

Impossible!

“Cousin, I’ll—”

Leng Licí had not intended to move, but seeing Yun Qingwu’s attempt to feed him, he immediately picked up three pieces of pastry and shoved them into Yún Fēiyǔ’s mouth at once.

“Cough, cough, cough—cough, cough, cough—”

Yún Fēiyǔ coughed violently, feeling like he was about to pass out. “You—you’re—cough, cough, cough—trying to choke me to death?!”

Yun Qingwu’s movement froze halfway: “…”

“Water—”

Yun Qingwu snapped back to his senses, immediately poured a cup of water, and handed it over. However, the water was still boiling hot. The moment Yún Fēiyǔ drank it, he yelled again, “Hot, hot—Cousin, are you trying to help your little Hóng Yuān scald your cousin to death?!”

Yun Qingwu immediately used spiritual power to cool the water and handed it over. “I’m sorry, Cousin.”

Yún Fēiyǔ drained the water, letting out a huge breath, feeling as though he had just walked through the gates of hell.

Yun Qingwu looked at Yún Fēiyǔ’s miserable state, feeling both a little guilty and amused. For Yún Fēiyǔ’s safety, he had to quickly send him away.

With this thought, Yun Qingwu looked at the Bed God. “Bed God, you should take Cousin to rest now.”

The Bed God, sweating profusely and having lost all interest in drinking, immediately stood up, helped Yún Fēiyǔ to his feet, and left.

As Yún Fēiyǔ left, he didn’t forget to instruct “Hóng Yuān”: “Little Hóng Yuān, I’m keeping a record of what you did today!”

…

When the two outside had walked far away, Leng Licí smoothed his robe and sat down in the spot Yún Fēiyǔ had just occupied. He poured himself a fresh cup of water and scoffed, “Overestimating himself.”

Yun Qingwu took a rose pastry and offered it to Leng Licí, saying helplessly, “My cousin is actually not a bad person. He will soon succeed to the position of the White Emperor. If we need someone to support us, he might be someone we can bring over.”

Leng Licí accepted the pastry, his eyes showing disdain. “What great use can a person who only sees three acres in front of him be?”

Yun Qingwu lowered his gaze. “Give him some time. I believe he can come to understand.”

Leng Licí formed a hand seal to clean his hand and stood up, walking toward the inner bedroom. “He’d better.”

Unlike the predominantly dark main tone of the Separation Palace, the Clear Cloud Palace’s main hall style was brighter, with light colors dominating everything in sight. All items were rigidly placed where they should be, so meticulous that it was somewhat dull.

Leng Licí surveyed the room where Yun Qingwu had lived since childhood. Just as he finished his appraisal and began to lose interest, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a screen.

Ordinary screens were mostly made of wood, but this one was made of wood on the top and iron on the bottom.

Seeing Leng Licí notice the screen, Yun Qingwu followed him, a sudden tension rising in his heart.

Leng Licí walked over and inspected the screen closely, discovering the secret mechanism: the wood and iron were not integrated.

He tried to shift the top and bottom parts.

The sound of mechanical rotation rang out, and a hidden door appeared on the otherwise smooth floor.

Leng Licí turned back to Yun Qingwu. “Setting up a hidden door in your own bedroom, Lord Prime is quite refined.”

Yun Qingwu walked forward, unlocked the hidden door, and was the first to descend. “This is my real bedroom.”

Leng Licí followed him down. What he saw was indeed a space that combined a study and a bedroom, but it was completely devoid of the outside’s meticulousness, being much more casual. Various handmade crafts were scattered throughout the study area.

Yun Qingwu rubbed his nose, feeling a little self-conscious. Although the Separation Palace mainly used dark colors, the interior was very orderly. In comparison, his space was much messier.

He explained, “When I was young, the Heavenly Emperor had high expectations for me, and so did Father God. But I longed for the free and affectionate atmosphere of the Nánzé Kingdom. So, after I learned carpentry skills, I built this place for myself.”

He walked behind Leng Licí and rested his chin on Leng Licí’s shoulder. “You are the first person to discover it. I hope you don’t mind the mess?”

Leng Licí walked toward the bed. “That depends on what it’s used for.”

With that, he flopped directly onto the bed, bringing the person who had been leaning on him down with him. Neither of them was light. The sudden impact caused the bed to bounce up.

Yun Qingwu moved his right index finger. The quiet bed suddenly began to vibrate. He propped his head up with one hand, turning to look at Leng Licí, teasingly, “I usually use the bed’s hidden mechanism to massage my acupuncture points, but today, I suddenly realized it might have another function.”

Leng Licí glanced at Yun Qingwu. The next second, both of them simultaneously lunged at each other, trying to gain the upper hand.

Leng Licí had the advantage of the starting position, pinning Yun Qingwu firmly beneath him. The corner of his eye curled up, slightly triumphant. “I win.”

With that, he lowered his head and kissed him. Their lips and tongues met, intertwined and inseparable.

Perhaps due to the special location, an indescribable sense of satisfaction spread within Yun Qingwu’s heart.

Leng Licí felt the same, as if possessing the other here meant possessing their entirety.

The temperature in the room suddenly rose. The kissing progressed unsatisfactorily toward a more intimate level.

“Pēng, pēng, pēng—”

A knock on the door came, and the jingle of the tiny bells in the secret room responded.

Leng Licí frowned slightly, biting Yun Qingwu’s lower lip in frustration.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Yun Qingwu gasped, not stopping his movements.

“God Lord of White Light, are you there?” A clear, gentle voice rang out from the bells.

Both of them paused their movements.

Leng Licí narrowed his eyes, looking toward the bell hanging in mid-air.

“It’s the Spring God,” Yun Qingwu explained, though his tone was inexplicably lacking the confidence it had moments ago.

Leng Licí coldly glanced at Yun Qingwu, pushed him away, and got up. Yun Qingwu stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked over again. “She should be here to discuss the contract. I can use this opportunity to tell her the truth.”

“Go ahead.”

Leng Licí’s jaw was clenched, his brow furrowed, and he turned his face away.

Yun Qingwu could only walk to the other side, looking at Leng Licí’s eyes, tilting his head. “Really?”

Leng Licí turned his back, his tone impatient. “Yes.”

Yun Qingwu rested his head on Leng Licí’s shoulder again, looking up. “How about… the Demon Lord comes with me?”

Leng Licí lowered his gaze to look at Yun Qingwu, then walked toward the door. “Since you asked, this Lord will agree.”

Yun Qingwu laughed and followed, reminding him, “Remember to change into Hóng Yuān’s appearance.”

The two walked out of the secret room. Yun Qingwu waved his hand, and the screen returned to its original position. The trace of the secret room vanished from the room.

Yun Qingwu opened the door, signaling Jù Qīng to enter. “Spring God, please come in.”

Jù Qīng nodded and walked toward the guest couch. “The day of the contract is in a few days—”

She paused, involuntarily scanning the surroundings. Her gaze met Leng Licí, who was standing beside Yun Qingwu, and she couldn’t help but rub her arm.

What’s wrong? Is the temperature in this hall too low?

“What’s the matter?” Yun Qingwu asked at the right time.

Jù Qīng shook her head. “Nothing. I came today to discuss with the Lord Prime what item you plan to use for the contract.”

Yun Qingwu motioned for Jù Qīng to sit down, but his peripheral vision couldn’t help but look at Leng Licí. He weighed his words carefully. “Spring God, I cannot enter into a contract with you.”

Jù Qīng, who was just bending down to sit, hadn’t even touched the couch yet. She stood up abruptly, forgetting her persona in her urgency. “Is that true?”

Yun Qingwu nodded. “I apologize, Spring God.”

Jù Qīng waved her hands repeatedly. “No need, no need. This is exactly what I wished for! It’s just… how will you explain this to the Heavenly Emperor?”

Yun Qingwu sat down and poured a cup of tea for Jù Qīng. “I would like to ask the Spring God to act out a play with me.”

Jù Qīng immediately understood. “A fake contract play?”

Yun Qingwu nodded. “The Spring God is clever.”

Jù Qīng sat back down, lowering her eyes. “You flatter me, you flatter me.”

Then she asked, “May I ask how the Lord Prime needs me to cooperate?”

Yun Qingwu: “The Spring God only needs to attend as usual. However, we will not proceed to the final step of the contract ritual.”

Jù Qīng intuitively felt there must be a reason, but this was Yun Qingwu’s private matter, and she had no intention of crossing the line. She said cheerfully, “Alright, I understand.”

Yun Qingwu stood up and bowed. “Thank you, Spring God.”

Jù Qīng waved her hand. After a moment, she leaned in, lowering her voice. “Lord Prime, you are unwilling to enter a contract with me because your heart belongs to someone else? Is it the Demon Lord, Leng Licí, who fought with you that day?”

Yun Qingwu was momentarily stunned. He looked at Jù Qīng in surprise. “You—”

“It seems it’s true!” Jù Qīng’s expression was excited. She then noticed Yun Qingwu’s confusion, covering her mouth with a handkerchief, trying to mask her momentary lapse. “Lord Prime, don’t worry. I figured it out myself. I never thought I would witness something as thrilling as a storybook!”

As she spoke, Jù Qīng’s excitement became slightly uncontrollable.

“You… you don’t think this is rebellious? It violates the laws of heaven.”

Jù Qīng blinked. “I’ve been annoyed with all those rules and regulations for a long time. I just don’t have the courage to break them.”

As the two talked, Leng Licí, who was standing not far away, frowned tighter and tighter. He stared intently at the two who were leaning closer and closer.

What could they be talking about that required them to be so close?

Jù Qīng: “Lord Prime, you did what I dared not do. I admire—”

“Pēng!”

With a loud crash, Jù Qīng shivered, looking toward the source of the sound: a cantaloupe the size of two palms.

She looked up at the person who delivered the melon—the personal guard who had been standing to the side moments ago.

“Lord Prime, your personal guard is quite—”

She stopped abruptly mid-sentence. Her peripheral vision caught two hands intimately clasped under the table, one of the Lord Prime’s hands seemingly soothing the personal guard’s hand.

Her eyes widened suddenly.

This Lord Prime is even more than meets the eye than she thought! How dare he date two people at once and cuckold the notoriously fierce Leng Licí!

Fortunately…

Fortunately, she didn’t have to enter a contract with him. Otherwise, joining this chaotic mess would likely leave not even bone fragments behind.

“Your personal guard is very good, but Lord Prime, I have matters to attend to. I won’t eat the melon. I’ll take my leave.”

The Spring God resolutely stood up and fled the dangerous scene.

…

The door closed again.

Leng Licí leaned in aggressively, his eyes deep and dark. “Did the Lord Prime have a very enjoyable chat?”

Yun Qingwu tilted his head back to meet him, a hint of mischief flashing in his eyes. “Is the Demon Lord jealous?”

Leng Licí pursed his lips, staring at Yun Qingwu. After a moment, he got up with a cold face, but Yun Qingwu pulled him into an embrace.

Yun Qingwu coaxed, “Don’t be jealous. Shall I take you to bathe in the Jade Spring?”

Leng Licí’s expression momentarily softened. The Heavenly Realm’s Jade Spring was a place where cultivation achieved twice the result with half the effort.

But he quickly suppressed the temptation. He removed Yun Qingwu’s hand and stood up. “No, I won’t go. Go bathe with your clever Spring God.”

Yun Qingwu laughed, stood up, and clung to him again. “I can’t do that. I’m not that familiar with her. She was just asking if my heart belonged to someone else, and if that person was the Demon Lord of the demon realm.”

Leng Licí glanced at Yun Qingwu out of the corner of his eye, no longer pushing him away, waiting for him to continue.

Yun Qingwu wrapped his arms around Leng Licí’s neck, pushing him toward the inner room. “I told her yes, that my heart indeed belongs to the Demon Lord of the demon realm. Now, tell me, isn’t she very clever?”

Leng Licí snorted. “Passable.”