The Way of the Empress

Although Zhuo Yang’s answer is clear, Moodys still feels that it is better for him to speak such words first.

Moodys clutched Zhuo Yang’s hand tightly, looking straight at him, and said: “I love you. I don’t know when I started. Maybe when I woke up from my illness, and there were only two of us in the room. You were sitting on my bed, and I saw you the moment I opened my eyes. Perhaps even earlier…”

“I deluded myself that I was not such a superficial person, just wanting to help you and giving you a divorce agreement after we got married. But now I understand that I was wrong. From the first time I saw you, it was like seeing an angel.” Palms sweating nervously, he grasped Zhuo Yang’s hand even tighter.

Zhuo Yang looked back at him without moving.

Many, many years ago… He fantasized if Moodys confessed to him one day, what kind of reaction he’d have, and how sweet his heart would be?

But the moment Moodys confessed, Zhuo Yang realized that he was caught off guard.

When Moodys saw him not speaking, he became more nervous, avoiding Zhuo Yang’s sight, and urged him to ask in a low voice: “What about you? What’s your answer?”

“I love you.” After he came back to his senses, wisps of sweetness emerged in Zhuo Yang’s heart, as he immediately answered without hesitation.

When Moodys got his answer, he was relieved, and his heart growing warm with tenderness. “Since when?”

“From when I was four years old, when you picked me up and saved me and my mother. From then on.” Zhuo Yang stared at him. “Although, it sounds a little weird, but since then I have been listening to your news through various channels. Paying close attention to your every move, like a crazy fan.”

Moodys looked at his profile and couldn’t help laughing. “So, you remember what happened at that time? Based on your performance, I thought it came from our chance encounter at the banquet when you were nine years old. And you no longer remembered it.”

He really didn’t expect Zhuo Yang to remember such long-term events so clearly.

“My memory has always been very good, and… I always thought that you must have never remembered me. After all, you are the crown prince, a busy man of such a big age. How could you recall my appearance at that time? Do you have a memory of shabby clothes, thin and small, wild boy? You should have helped many people like me at that.” Zhuo Yang lowered his head, his face was slightly hot..

It feels good to love someone.

In those difficult years, Moodys’ existence, even if it is far away, was like the only light in Zhuo Yang’s dark life.

In order to stay close to each other, Zhuo Yang can only continue to force himself to grow up and work hard. When he can’t persist, he will collect some Moodys-related news and tell himself how the other party is out of reach, a noble person. Only by forcing himself to grow up and become better, can he be closer and closer to the other party.

At one time, Moodys was his faith.

Moodys stretched out his hand and gently touched Zhuo Yang’s eyelids and black eyelashes: “You have a pair of very beautiful eyes, which are unforgettable.”

Moodys did not tell Zhuo Yang, while he was paying attention to him, he also paid close attention to this aristocratic boy who was different from the countless poor people he helped in his spare time… He also always remembered Zhuo Yang’s excessively beautiful eyes.

Only at that time, he only regarded himself as being overly kind. Because of worry and his kindness, he secretly searched for all relevant news about Zhuo Yang countless times.

Looking back now, Moodys can only be thankful that he didn’t know much at the time – there is no such horrible thing as suspecting he was a pedophile.

The bond between Zhuo Yang and him began when they first met, and Zhuo Yang has always been unique for Moodys.

Moodys’ hand followed Zhuo Yang’s eyes all the way, rubbing Zhuo Yang’s face back and forth, as if touching an extremely precious artwork.

Zhuo Yang let his hands rub his face back and forth, and smiled lightly: “I am grateful that I have such a pair of eyes that you can remember.”

He always felt that there was nothing good about him. He was not kind. He is also not tolerant. He plots schemes and is not the ideal guide for a popular sentinel. Fortunately, he still has god-given good looks, which is enough to attract Moodys and make Moodys think he’s good-looking.

It also made Zhuo Yang feel that he was not so unworthy of Moodys. That he could stand beside Moodys.

“I am deeply impressed with you because your eyes are full of stubbornness, struggle, and tolerance. There are rare in the eyes of a four-year-old.” Moodys said, shaking his head gently.

If Zhuo Yang only has good-looking eyes, he may not remember it for so many years… It was because in Zhuo Yang’s eyes, he saw something that did not belong to his age. It did not belong to the well-fed and well-dressed aristocratic circle. It was something completely different, and made him so frightened and deeply impressed with Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang touched his chest, the position closest to his heart, and said with a chuckle: “What  good is that? What I want is to leave a deep and colorful mark in your heart that no one can replace, Your Highness. I hope you belong to me.“

“You have done it.” Moodys followed his face and touched Zhuo Yang’s somewhat dry lips. With a somewhat irresistible gesture, he gently pressed it on, and then dropped a kiss: “Call me Moodys.”

Since they have spread everything out, he hoped that Zhuo Yang will be able to call his name in the future.

“Moodys.” Zhuo Yang called very obediently as the curves of his lips rose.

Moodys is his.

Moodys stuck out the tip of his tongue and tentatively rubbed Zhuo Yang’s lips back and forth.

Zhuo Yang’s reaction was more violent than his sentinel. He could not resist prying open Moodys’ lips with his tongue, his teeth, and drove straight into Moodys’ mouth, stirring wind and rain, and attacking the city. His momentum was as if he wanted to swallow Moodys alive.

Moodys had no choice but to kiss him back slowly.

No one expected such a thing to directly caused Zhuo Yang’s combination fever.

After a sentinel and guide are mentally linked, they will generally be overly intimate for a short period of time, which will trigger physical bonding, so that the two will merge together like they did spiritually. In most cases, combination fever occurs when a sentinel and guide’s spirits are combined and they’re in bed.

After Zhuo Yang and Moodys combined their minds, Moodys has been in a state of recovery. Coupled with the fact that they have been very busy, it has never triggered a combination fever.

Unexpectedly, a simple kiss today actually triggered it.

The pheromone alarm worn by Zhuo Yang beeped.

His strong guide element smell instantly fanned out. The tip of Moodys’ nose was full of his fragrance… Zhuo Yang’s situation was not much better. He began to feel a little unsteady, his chest violently rising and falling. His face was as red as if it was on fire, and the dark and stubborn eyes that Moodys thought were too beautiful were watery…

Moodys held his breath, trying to control his overly enthusiastic reaction, asking very democratically: “Do you need to inject inhibitors?”

They have been mentally combined. During this period Zhuo Yang will only give off a scent that no one except him can smell.. But it was also because they had already combined their spirits and had a high pheromone compatibility with each other, which made holding back extremely painful…

But even so, Moodys felt that they had only clarified their minds to each other-

It’s not very good to jump straight to bed during combination fever.

“What do you want to inject inhibitors for? Are you not my mentally bound, legal partner? Huh?” Zhuo Yang heard his very democratic question, and laughed hoarsely. “Besides, Your Highness, don’t forget. I said that one of my goals in life is to sleep to the crown prince…”

As he spoke, he reached out to touch Moodys’ clothes, unscrupulously rubbing Moodys’ lower abdomen.

How could Moodys withstand his provocation. Coupled with Zhuo Yang’s choice, he immediately picked up Zhuo Yang and threw him on the bed without saying a word.

He respects Zhuo Yang’s choice very democratically.

As soon as the two of them fell on the bed, Moodys noticed that they were covered with sweat. This was a busy day, and was driving a mech in the military parade earlier. Because he had not taken a shower, his sweat was extremely sticky, greasy, and even a little smelly.

Moodys frowned. Out of respect for Zhuo Yang, he thought of getting up and picking Zhuo Yang to go to the bathroom.

Just as he moved, Zhuo Yang stopped him: “Don’t!”

“My body is all sweaty and it smells bad. Let’s go to the bathroom… first.” Moodys pressed on him and looked down at him. Sweat dripped down his scarred face onto Zhuo Yang’s face, making him feel inconvenienced for Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang understood what he meant, but still held on, leaning forward to kiss him: “I like the smell on your body, no need to wash.”

Although, it is not impossible to try in the bathroom, but he still hopes their first time is in bed…

Zhuo Yang has never loved Moodys like he did, devoting all his love to another person. When he loved Moodys, even if Moodys smelled of body odor and sweat, he also likes the warm and greasy taste of the flesh and body, and he wants to keep this taste on his body and merge with himself…

After hearing his words, Moodys’ eyes deepened. Without hesitation, he stripped himself and Zhuo Yang.