No you are not seeing things…
So…I was contemplating starting translating for the next chapter.
And I felt bad for not touching the translations for a while…
Hence this happened…
That is all.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
P.S: I really hate reading over things so typos ensue!! :D
A nice LJer pointed out her confusion about the names. Rong Wang is the same as Rong Tian. Wang is the chinese word for King. :D
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"No one sent me!" Feng Ming had difficulties regulating his breath under the clutches of the King’s hands, his own hands sought immediately to guard his throat.
“Still so hard headed?" Rong Wang’s hold tightened, his hands stiffening as he showed how serious he was, nearly causing Feng Ming to fall under a fainting spell.
"Speak! Where has the Prince gone? How did you manage to sneak into the palace? Are your associates within the palace?" his demands bombarded the ‘fake’.
Feng Ming had just awoken, his body was impaired by physical fatigue, under such a forceful hold, let alone an appeal for justice, keeping his breathe was a difficult task, he could only manage a snort of defiance.
Rong Wang was alert as he looked at Feng Ming, deciding he would not resort to killing the imposter, instead he sneered and relinquished his hold.
Monitoring Feng Ming, who gasped like a fish out of water, his chest and airways panted desperately.
With only a few mouthful of air to relieve his discomfort, his collar was firmly snatched ruthlessly in the man’s hands.
“Be obedient and confess, and you will suffer less.”
Feng Ming stood his ground and angrily lashed out.
"What do you want me to confess?" he defended.
Such a disloyal subject, treating a Prince in this manner! My luck must be rotten to get stuck as a mere scapegoat.
“Say it, where is the Prince’s location? Did your men capture him?"
"I am Prince!" Feng Ming insisted raising his voice.
If it was possible, he wanted to dish another throw at Rong Wang’s despicable face.
Rong Wang fell silent as his expression darkened, he sized up his opponent for a short while, before finally releasing his grip on the collar.
“You say you’re the Prince, what is your evidence?” he interrogated
Feng Ming snapped and glared:
“You accuse me of not being the Prince, what evidence do you have?” he countered.
"The Prince would never dare to speak like you towards me." Rong Wang paused for a moment, before asking.
"The Queen's birthday was last month, what did you send her as a gift?"
Feng Ming drew a blank.
How the hell was he to know what happened last month in these shoes?
His large eyes darted around as he struggled to weave an answer.
"I, as a Prince is thoroughly occupied each day, how am I meant to keep track of exactly what happened last month?”
Rong Wang looked at Feng Ming strangely, making him fear what was to come.
"During the day before yesterday, the Prince and General Lin had a discussion, what was the topic?" he attacked again.
"Since it was a General, if the topic was not concerning the military then it would have been matters of the country, we had discussed some trivial matters as well."
"Ha …Ha Ha ...." Rong Wang’s head snapped back chortling.
Feng Ming found the response rather discouraging.
Rong Wang stopped smiling, as he re-focused on Feng Ming.
"The Prince never met with General Lin, considering this was just the day before yesterday surely you couldn’t forget what happened?”
Unbelievable he actually walked straight into such a simple trap! Feng Ming cursed himself for his stupidity!
“There is something else…” Rong Wang’s eyes burned an eeriness; his tall body gradually closed in on Feng Ming, an enormous air of oppressing befell the Prince.
“His Royal Highness, has been addressing himself as the “Prince”, a practice that the real Prince doesn’t carry out in his every day speech patterns.” He pointed out.
It couldn’t be…
Without warning, a wet tongue flicked at the curve of Feng Ming’s ear.
Feng Ming was suddenly startled.
"Could the Prince forget his own name?"
Feng Ming couldn’t stand the proximity of the King, consciously backing away in retreat but immediately struggled, as Rong Wang’s arms firmly embraced and imprisoned him.
"Now be a good boy and tell me where the Prince is, tell me everything that you know, otherwise…your beautiful body might not be able to tolerate my punishment.”
Their bodies were entwined together forcefully by the older man, their bodies intimately against each other, using a gentle tone to deliver a cruel threat.
Feng Ming tossed his head aside.
"What is so strange that one would forget their name? I fell into the river, scared myself half to death and forgot everything."
The thought of being thrown into a prison to be punished and tortured did elicit fear in Feng Ming’s heart.
Avoiding the question, Feng Ming changed the topic back his way, inquiring how he was at fault.
"From head to toe, which part of me isn’t the Prince?" he scoffed.
“Heh heh,” Rong Wang darkly chuckled at the comment, before tearing open Feng Ming’s clothes at the collar, nodding upon inspection.
"Correct, you are a fine imitation these scars and bruises are strikingly similar, rather impressive”
Slender fingers brushed the enticing delicate skin and began their course of brazen strokes.
"Let go!" Feeling his dangerous predicament, Feng Ming stiffened, twisting his body in an attempt to escape the King’s violation.
His captor stood unmoved behind him, as he remained trapped.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" Rong Wong’s voice was low and hoarse, flirting with his prey by blowing into Feng Ming’s ear, tickling him.
"No, no! Absolutely not!” defended the Prince.
He calmed down within the hold to avoid the unwanted misunderstanding, to stop Rong Wang misinterpreting his actions.
Feng Ming was a modern youth, he wasn’t completely ignorant about sex and all things related. After realizing his struggles were sending out the wrong signals and worse, heading towards a direction, he froze on the spot. He stood stiff as a plank of wood in the arms of the King.
The sudden quietness that washed over the feisty Feng Ming, surprised Rong Wang, his head tilting down to examine the bounty within his arms whom he should be most familiar with. However, he was mesmerized by a strange attraction the man emitted.
At seventeen-year-old, one was already considered a grown man in Xi Rei.
Until now, the Prince had always been vacant alike a clay figurine. However at this very moment, Rong Tian was amazed to find his clay figurine brought to life by the gods, and given a new soul.
Even if he was a lowly assassin, compared to the original useless Prince, he was more likable, right?
"If I had you tossed into jail, you wouldn’t be able to survive one night of torture."
The King’s gaze burrowed, roughly grabbing Feng Ming’s hand and murmured unkindly.
"Each fingernail will be ripped out slowly, and pins pushed through until you bleed and your hands become mutilated. If a person does not confess, then molten iron will be poured on top.”
Rong Tian’s description had Feng Ming scarred to wits end, sending shivers down his spine.
"Do not threaten me!" he spat.
Rong Wang actually didn’t set out to scare Feng Ming, seemingly his words were spoken in consideration for one thing he had in mind. His eyes glazed over the length of the young man’s body.
"At that time you decide to confess, you would no longer be human but a lump of mutilated flesh. A lifeless puppet, wouldn’t it be more interesting to employ another method instead”
By this time, it was as if matters had been settled, so a smile crept on the King’s lips.
The younger man hit him as hard as he could.
“Hey, I am the Prince, you can’t casually throw me into a prison to torture to your hearts content.”
Just as he finished his sentence, a coy smile slipped over Rong Wang.
"You are the Prince? You can be the Prince if you want to. He is my little bird I keep caged within the confines of the palace and only heeding to my orders. That’s right, the Prince’s name is “An He”, you should remember it.”
Feng Ming was stumped his eyes caught the man’s face.
This terrible man, clearly knew there was something wrong with me what is his reason to allow me to retain this identity?
Regardless, the young man managed to survive the passing storm.
Feng Ming let out a sigh of relief before reiterating the name.
“An He, An He, I’ll remember it. Well, hurry and let go of me.”
Considering Rong Wang had verified his position as the Prince, he might as well show the attitude of one.
"Let go?"
The Regent King studied the animal trapped within his folded arms, who could easily be thrown into a jail cell at any moment was in fact having the nerve to be ordering him. He laughed at the situation.
"Don’t forget, I’m the one in charge here. Even if it was the real prince, he will be obedient and listen to me."
"You’re just a Cao Cao! You are just an evil shadow puppeteer stealing the throne, exploiting the Prince for your twisted lusts!”
Not heeding to the insults, the King’s fingertips snaked upon the curves of the younger man’s chest before brushing his tender nipples.
Goosebumps rose from Feng Ming’s skin, immediately shouting abuse.
"Oh, I’m shadow puppeteer who wants your throne? You are well versed with words, rather cultured mouth you have there, I commend you."
He chuckled, before placing his lips over Feng Ming’s.
The King’s forceful hand weaved into his long hair thrusting his head backwards, bringing the king’s face closer.
"Hmmm ... mmm...."
Warmth from the lips crushing his seeped through, his jaw loosened unwillingly as an external force pried his mouth open.
Feng Ming’s dark eyes fluttered wide open, larger than a set of surprised cat eyes.
Oh my God, this man, he... he was …
Inside his mouth, Feng Ming was too stunned to comprehend the war he was meant to fight, as the foreign tongue violated his mouth. He had lost.
The persistent tongue rendered him in a dumbstruck condition. His brain completely detached from the turn of events.
This was all messed up.
Rong Wang kindly released him for a moment, it only then it hit home to Feng Ming that he was kissing a man.
Although this wasn’t his first kiss, it was the first time he had a man kissing him.
Feng Ming decided to blame his shock for the kiss that happened as he stupidly stood like a doll.
"You shouldn’t be giving me such a devastated expression, right?" Rong Wang provoked, as he lifted Feng Ming’s chin to face him.
The odd response he received from Feng Ming, made him feel delighted.
In many countries, assassins are trained strictly, including ones which would infiltrate by the means of a bed chamber. Learning important skills to ensure they can get close to their enemy.
Rong Tian preferred that Feng Ming was inexperience in that respect.
A kiss between men, isn’t anything special.
Everything will be okay.
Feng Ming sought to comfort himself
He looked Rong Wang bitterly in the eyes, and he immediately retracted that thought.
If the person who had just assaulted your lips, looked like they haven’t finished what they are doing then you are in deep shit!
Add to the equation the embarrassing marks and bruises all over his own body, it was not hard to picture what was ahead for him.
Those large dark eyes fixated on Rong Wang’s, and gradually revealed the desires the other held. The younger man’s heart cried out, screaming alarm and managed to conjure up an unknown strength to break free from his captor.
It was only seconds before he managed to scramble to the other side of his bed.
"Do not come any closer!" screamed Feng Ming, whilst he scoured for a weapon at hands reach to defend his virginity.
Unfortunately, there was not even a pair of scissors to be found in the Prince’s chamber.
Rong Wang was fascinated as he watched on, Feng Ming scrambled to clasps his hands around a silver jug.
“If you dare to come near me, I will make sure this cracks on your head!" he threatened.
With the poor choice of weapon Feng Ming clutched both hands around the jar, ready for an attack, however in the next second his only protection loosened from his grip as he was unceremoniously thrown onto the soft bed.
The poor Jug was readily thrown out of the window by Rong Tian.
"What a strong man ..." Rong Wang ridiculed his tone openly mocking the younger male.
Feng Ming was pressing his luck, as he shot a warning glare to Rong Wang whilst baring his gritted teeth.
"If you mess with me, I will bite my tongue immediately to commit suicide." He threatened.
What a joke, if he was going to be raped by a man, he was more than happy to be dead.
More humiliation!
"Don’t be afraid, my good Prince." Rong Wang gently caressed the side of Feng Ming’s chin as if soothing a child, stroking carefully to calm his agitation.
His voice was magnetizing drawing him into his pace, "tell me your real name." he beckoned.
"What?" the Prince remained collected.
"Tell me, and I will let you off today." He prompted, giving irresistible offer.
Will it really be so?
Feng Ming closed his eyes, measuring his situation and calculating the outcomes. It appeared that he couldn’t play Rong Wang any further.
Considering he already knew that he was a fake.
There was no harm in giving a name, although under these circumstances it wasn’t a glorious trade, it was better than being raped violently.
With his mind made, Feng Ming opened his eyes and replied.
"My name is Feng Ming."
"Feng Ming? Feng Ming…" Rong Wang contemplated the name a few times before bowing his head down onto Feng Ming’s ear.
"My name is Rong Tian, you should remember it." He whispered.
There was no hesitation as he initiated another round of passionate kisses, engulfing his prey as he started with the ears his lips never breaking touch as he extending skillfully onto the full lips, gradually increasing the depth in their connection.
The tenderness refused any rebelling, as draining all of Feng Ming’s energy to put up a resistance.
Even though he was off the hook today, Feng Ming was well aware if he didn’t satiate the man he wouldn’t leave. He grieved for his destiny, knowing his body was too weak to put up a fight. He voluntarily closed his eyes and obliged to satisfy the tyrant as fast as he could.
Concluding he was better off pretending that Rong Wang was a woman.
Feng Ming closed his eyes, imagining he was with a girlfriend, eagerly delivering her his passion by deepening their kiss.
A fire erupted within as an ecstasy tantalized his hot mouth in waves, the feeling surging one after another creating a fuse of tranquilizing pleasure. .
Honestly this guy’s technique is not so bad…