“I am not in the habit of sharing my bed with others. Brother Bi, please leave. I will not be seeing you out.”
At his words, Bi Gongzi let out a slow, sorrowful sigh. Rising to his feet, he gazed at Yang Zhen with a hint of playful reproach.
“Brother Yang, must you be so heartless?”
His tone was half-pouting, half-complaining, and paired with his exquisite features, he was no different from a woman.
Yang Zhen froze for a brief moment before letting out a cold laugh. “I took you for a man of talent, worthy of respect, but I see now that you are someone who has no regard for propriety or shame. Leave at once, before I hold you accountable for your impropriety.”
An ordinary person would have been embarrassed by such a scolding, but Bi Gongzi was utterly unfazed. Instead, he shamelessly stepped closer and attempted to wrap an arm around Yang Zhen. “It’s only a gesture of goodwill. Why not indulge me, Brother Yang?”
“Scoundrel!”
The realization that the other party was also a man sent a wave of alarm through Yang Zhen. He quickly took a few steps back, his voice sharp with anger.
“Guards!”
Bi Gongzi raised a delicate sleeve to cover half his face, eyes glimmering with mischief. “So late at night—do you really want to call people in to watch?”
Yang Zhen’s stomach twisted. The commotion had been loud enough to wake the household, yet no servants had come to check on the situation. Something was amiss.
His eyes narrowed. With a sharp clang, he drew the treasured sword from the wall and barked, “Who exactly are you?”
With a sword in his hand, his air of civility diminished, replaced by an imposing and heroic presence. It was common for noble sons to wear swords, but Yang Zhen’s was no ordinary accessory—it was an ancient, famed blade, one that carried an intimidating aura.
Bi Gongzi flinched at the killing intent, instinctively taking two steps back.
Yang Zhen’s wariness only deepened. He pointed the sword at him. “Was it you who harmed Wang Hu?”
Bi Gongzi studied him for a long moment before suddenly breaking into a light, teasing laugh. With a flick of his long, pink sleeve, he stepped forward.
The opponent had made the first move, but countering such an attack should not have been difficult. However, Yang Zhen did not know the full extent of this person’s abilities—he was focused only on ending the fight quickly. Without hesitation, he raised his sword to strike at the man’s neck.
Yet before the blade could even lift more than a fraction, his entire body stiffened.
He was completely immobilized, unable to move a single inch.
With effortless grace, Bi Gongzi plucked the sword from his unresisting fingers.
Such an unnatural ability—this was no ordinary human!
Yang Zhen’s eyes widened in horror. “This is…”
Bi Gongzi, unconcerned, casually tossed the sword aside. With a bright, carefree smile, he sauntered up and wrapped an arm around Yang Zhen’s shoulders, even reaching out to caress his face.
“If I had known you were this handsome, I would have come last night.”
Yang Zhen was both furious and humiliated, his handsome face alternating between pale and flushed. Forcing himself to stay calm, he barked, “An ignorant wretch like you dares to use sorcery to harm others? Do you not fear the law?”
Bi Gongzi did not respond. Instead, he began untying Yang Zhen’s clothing.
Yang Zhen, accustomed to acting with authority and making decisions on his own, now found himself completely at the mercy of another man. The sheer indignity of it nearly made him pass out from rage. His eyes burned with fury as he roared, “Scoundrel! Death is at your door, yet you show no remorse! How dare you toy with me? If you stop now, you might at least leave a whole corpse. Otherwise, I swear that in the future, I will—”
“There is no future for you after tonight.”
Bi Gongzi lifted his gaze, his eyes glistening—half innocent, half devilishly enchanting. “I like beautiful people. Unfortunately, every time I enjoy one, I can’t help but eat them.”
—Their brains sucked dry? So it was him!
A horrifying realization struck Yang Zhen. His voice trembled with suspicion. “You… are you human or ghost?”
Bi Gongzi wrapped his arms around Yang Zhen’s neck. “Why don’t you take a guess?”
Yang Zhen pressed his lips into a thin line, seething with both rage and disgust, his teeth clenched so tightly he nearly shattered them.
Bi Gongzi, amused, was just about to say something when—
Crash!
A loud noise rang out. The window behind him had been violently flung open. A light and agile figure leapt through from outside.
“Neither human nor ghost,” a woman’s voice declared.
A tiny wooden sword, barely three inches long, suddenly stretched and transformed into a full three-foot-long blade, slashing through the air toward Bi Gongzi.
Seeing that the newcomer possessed martial skills, Yang Zhen was at first elated. But as he steadied himself for a better look, disappointment washed over him—
A wooden sword?!
This woman had already shown a lack of decorum, and now her reckless and childish behavior only reinforced his disdain. Charging in alone to save someone was one thing, but how could she expect to fight with a mere wooden weapon? Worse still, the opponent clearly wielded supernatural powers—she was only throwing her life away!
Yet, despite considering her foolish, Yang Zhen had to admit that her act was one of courage. She had come to save him, and such rare bravery made it difficult for him to hold onto his initial disdain. He swallowed his mockery and instead barked sternly, “You overestimate yourself! Leave at once!”
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