Chapter 29

Xie Fuyi wanted to struggle, but he couldn’t shake off the iron-like strength gripping his hands. He could only be dragged away by the other person’s firm steps.

Zhang Xinyue had never seen the terrifying appearance of a battlefield Shura with his aura fully unleashed. She was frightened, her legs trembling, but still worried that Xie Fuyi would suppress his fear. She trembled with anger and shouted, “Stop! Let go of the emperor!”

“It seems that Zhang Meiren also cares about the emperor. Why not come along?” Ye Baixiao sneered coldly, and the guards behind him immediately led Zhang Xinyue.

The young emperor’s face went pale. He hadn’t expected Ye Baixiao to be truly insane to this extent. Was he going to humiliate him, the emperor, in front of his consort?

Just thinking about it, the young emperor turned even paler. His angry eyes turned bloodshot. “Ye Baixiao, how dare you!”

But his angry words were nothing but feeble attempts against absolute power.

Moreover, what did Ye Baixiao have to fear?

Hadn’t he done all sorts of outrageous things before? In every corner of this palace, even on the throne in the court…

“What do I have to fear?” Ye Baixiao’s brain was almost burnt into mush by rage, and his chest still ached dully. His words were chilling, “Who else do you expect to come and save you? Want to leave with you? Wishful thinking!”

Xie Fuyi was once again pinned to the bed, a folded silk scarf covering his eyes. Unable to see, his ears became particularly sensitive, only feeling as if someone nearby had their mouth covered, emitting muffled sounds.

Someone was watching!…

“Get off!” The young emperor’s body tensed, his struggles becoming more intense, and he used both his hands and feet more violently than ever before.

Even Ye Baixiao almost couldn’t restrain him, getting slapped several times on the face as he flailed wildly.

Ye Baixiao squinted, easily holding the person’s hands over his head.

“Your Majesty, you can speak louder. The empress is watching nearby.” Ye Baixiao whispered, kissing his earlobe and slowly trailing down his neck.

The young emperor’s face turned pale. Though his body was stiff, he was extremely sensitive. Even the slightest touch caused a flush.

His hands and feet were restrained, so he resorted to using his mouth, fiercely biting Ye Baixiao’s shoulder.

Ye Baixiao’s body stiffened. The young emperor had bitten too hard, leaving bloodstains on his shoulder. The physical pain accompanied the stabbing pain in his heart, a scene inexplicably familiar.

He suppressed other emotions, his hoarse voice low, “Your Majesty’s mouth is really stubborn.”

The fabric covering the young emperor’s eyes was soaked where his mouth was. He let go of his mouth, his hoarse voice filled with deep hatred, “Ye Baixiao, I hate you!”

Hate him?

Ye Baixiao’s heart ached. Then let him be the most hated person, at least the one etched into his heart.

He leaned down to kiss him. The young emperor didn’t hesitate to bite down hard. Ye Baixiao winced in pain, his mouth filled with a strong taste of blood.

His movements paused for a moment, then he launched a more ferocious attack, as if not afraid of pain at all, intertwining lips and tongues, drawing the other person into a whirlpool.

The room heated up.

The figures swaying on the screen didn’t stop until night fell.

…

Xie Fuyi was indeed in a state of blissful oblivion, but he felt equally despondent—why did the punishment for being the protagonist’s aggressor always end up with him being thrown onto the bed?

Couldn’t there be another way, like being thrown to the sharks?

Xie Fuyi felt this mission was hopeless. No matter what he did, he couldn’t die!

Damn it, he always felt like being a cannon fodder was a recipe for failure. It might be better to start over!

Just as Xie Fuyi was about to give up and escape, a notification suddenly popped up on his mission panel.

[Ding, the current world meets the conditions for opening the crematorium, triggering a side mission—collecting the protagonist’s heartbreak value.

Current progress: 0/100]

Xie Fuyi: Huh? A new task?

What is the protagonist’s heartbreak value? I didn’t specify whether the protagonist was at the top or the bottom, does that mean both are acceptable?

He carefully read the instructions. In short, it meant tormenting the protagonist emotionally and physically, and sending them to the crematorium!

Originally, in this world, the protagonist and the antagonist only saw the abusive love, but now, it seems that this heavy burden would fall on him!

In order to successfully become cannon fodder who dies early, he endured humiliation and bullying, and now it was finally his turn to retaliate!

Xie Fuyi’s spirits soared instantly. Wasn’t this what he was best at?

A perfect match!

He closed his eyes and pondered the current situation, planning to find a breakthrough to torment the protagonist.

In the eyes of Ye Baixiao, he was nothing more than a cruel and incompetent tyrant who would kill at the drop of a hat. Even if the other party cared about him, they wouldn’t feel regret or pain, because, from his perspective, everything he did was right.

But what if he was wrong?

What if he wrongly accused himself and tortured himself into a miserable state?

An idea flashed through Xie Fuyi’s mind.

…

Inside the room, the candlelight flickered. Ye Baixiao, panting heavily, looked down at the young emperor beneath him.

His black hair was damp with sweat, his whole body soaked as if he had been pulled out of the water, and even the silk scarf covering his eyes was wet with sweat and tears, making his snow-white face appear even paler with a touch of pink.

He reached up and removed the silk scarf covering Xie Fuyi’s eyes. His beautiful, watery eyes were unfocused, with traces of tears at the corners, still not dried.

A slight pang hit Ye Baixiao’s heart, but his expression became colder. He grabbed Xie Fuyi’s chin and said, “Don’t even think about leaving. You can only stay here forever!”

The pain in his chin brought Xie Fuyi back to his senses slightly. A low voice flowed from his broken, hoarse throat—

“So, even sitting in this position, I’m still being humiliated…”

Xie Fuyi’s voice was soft and low, and if it weren’t for the silence around them, Ye Baixiao might not have heard it.

He paused—what did he mean? Was he bullied before?

Before he could ask, he saw Xie Fuyi suddenly smile bitterly, then groan, his expression suddenly turning pale, a large amount of blood flowing from the corner of his lips.

Ye Baixiao’s pupils constricted, quickly pinching Xie Fuyi’s cheeks with one hand and lifting him up with the other, forcefully prying open his tightly clenched teeth with his fingers to prevent the gushing blood from choking him.

Ye Baixiao shouted like a madman, “Someone! Call the imperial physician!”

His brain couldn’t even think, he just acted on instinct, no, he couldn’t lose him!

“Xie Fuyi! You’re not allowed to die!” He was on the verge of madness, his unprecedented panic making him forget even to address the emperor properly, calling him by his name instead. He rummaged through boxes and cabinets, finding a healing elixir he had obtained by chance before. It stopped bleeding quickly, and he hurriedly fed it to Xie Fuyi.

Ye Baixiao couldn’t believe that Xie Fuyi would bite his tongue to death?

He flashed back to the night when Xie Fuyi, even though he was delirious from the fever, still refused to let the imperial physician see him.

Right, he was the emperor. If his consort saw him being bullied by someone, how humiliating would that be?

He regretted, that he pushed too hard.

Ye Baixiao’s eyes were bloodshot, and he explained incoherently, “Xie Fuyi, don’t be afraid, I didn’t let anyone see you… I lied to you, I didn’t let her in at all, I sent her back from the beginning, I just wanted to scare you, and make you behave…”

But Xie Fuyi had already passed out, showing no response at all.