BLHO Chapter 91

Chapter 91 I’m Going Crazy with Jealousy

My mind went blank for a moment. The Grand Eunuch, who had been calmly negotiating with everyone, suddenly lost the ability to think.

Was it possible that the Emperor’s threat just now meant that he had already noticed something and was deliberately saying that?

He could catch Song Jiting once, and of course, he could catch him a second and a third time.

But Song Jiting had been properly hidden in the Directorate of Palace Attendants these past few days. How could he have found out?

Li Yuliang’s thoughts were in a chaotic mess—anxiety, anger, and even more regret.

He regretted giving in to his momentary soft-heartedness, indulging his selfish desires, and recklessly bringing Song Jiting back to his side.

He forced himself to calm down, but the figure of him turning to leave still seemed flustered.

But as soon as the door opened, the figure that appeared in front of him instantly startled him.

Song Jiting’s face was radiant, not at all like someone who had encountered danger. He looked at Li Yuliang calmly, and when he saw that his face wasn’t good, a bit of confusion appeared.

Then, before he could ask Li Yuliang what was wrong, the other man grabbed him, pulled him into the room, and slammed the door shut.

This was probably what Song Jiting feared and hated most about Li Yuliang. Around others, he was impeccably dressed and cautious, but in front of him, Li Yuliang never restrained his emotions, treating him like a madman.

Li Yuliang pinned him against the wall, his palm pressing hard on his wrist, as if he wanted to break his bones.

Song Jiting frowned in pain, hearing him question fiercely, “Did I not tell you not to leave this room? Are you tired of living?”

This was the Grand Eunuch’s true face.

The gentleness of the past few days was only out of pity. After all, even the most cold-blooded person had some kindness.

But it was only a little bit, and once it was used up and exhausted, he would be the same as before.

Song Jiting raised his eyes to look at him, his chest rising and falling, looking like he was frightened.

“It hurts…” He didn’t dare to speak loudly, begging for mercy in an almost inaudible voice, tentatively moving his wrist. Li Yuliang’s strength did loosen a bit.

A false alarm. Li Yuliang’s back was covered in cold sweat. He moved his lips, not knowing whether he wanted to scold or comfort, but ultimately said nothing, releasing his hand and turning away.

Song Jiting calmed down and followed him to the desk, gently pouring him a cup of tea.

“The room is too stuffy, I went out for some fresh air,” he explained softly.

Li Yuliang stared at the teacup, not taking it, and then looked up at him.

The gentleness of the past few days had dissipated, and the familiar feeling was back. The Grand Eunuch was aloof and suspicious, not believing he could have any sincerity at all.

“Song Jiting, what is your purpose in coming back to the palace with me?”

Song Jiting was stunned, disappointment flashing across his face. He put down the teacup, didn’t explain anything, and retreated silently.

But once Li Yuliang became suspicious, how could he easily let him go? He reached out and grabbed him, pulling him roughly onto the desk.

Their eyes met, Li Yuliang towering over him, scrutinizing those seemingly innocent eyes.

“Where did you go? What do you want to do?”

The person who makes you sad will break your heart again and again.

Song Jiting really shouldn’t have let himself be delusional because of temporary false affection.

“What do you think my purpose is?” he asked Li Yuliang, his face no longer submissive and ingratiating, speaking to him in a sarcastic tone. “You’ve seen him, and now you think I’m superfluous?”

Li Yuliang’s gaze flickered for a moment. It was a lie he himself had created, and now the misunderstanding was deep, and he couldn’t explain it.

“I’m asking you a question,” he said, his tone becoming more forceful, and Song Jiting’s heart grew colder.

His eyes were red, Song Jiting stared stubbornly at him, his lowered voice trembling slightly. “I want to kill him… kill him first, then kill you. Are you satisfied with this answer?”

Li Yuliang gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching fiercely. “You really have some nerve.”

The Grand Eunuch wanted to protect his Emperor, and now it would be easy to get rid of the dangerous person in front of him with a flick of his fingers.

Why didn’t he do it?

And Song Jiting, who should have known Li Yuliang’s methods, spoke recklessly without hesitation. Was he really not afraid?

He stubbornly confronted Li Yuliang’s gaze, and there was a long silence until the other man gave in.

Li Yuliang looked away, let him go, and walked away wearily, standing by the window.

“I’ll send you out of the city tonight. From now on, never set foot in Fengdu City again.”

After a long while, he didn’t hear Song Jiting’s response. He turned around and saw Song Jiting kneeling on the ground, his thin body looking pitiful.

His back was to him, his head lowered, and he couldn’t see what he was doing.

Li Yuliang walked towards him, went around the tea table, and stopped in front of him, finding that he was holding a peony in his hands.

He didn’t know where it came from, but it was blooming fully and beautifully, extremely touching.

But when it fell to the ground just now, the petals got dusty.

Song Jiting looked extremely distressed, carefully wiping off the dirt with his fingers.

He didn’t look up at Li Yuliang, only cherishing the flower in his hand. A peony, also known as “Jiang Li” (About to leave), is given to a loved one, expressing longing and parting feelings, with deep affection.

The petals reflected on Song Jiting’s face, and Li Yuliang was a little lost in thought.

“You…” he said in a slightly unnatural tone, “You went out just now to pick this flower?”

Song Jiting lowered his head, ignoring him.

Li Yuliang squatted down and pressed, “Is it for me?”

He reached out to take the flower, but Song Jiting dodged him.

“No.”

“Won’t give it to me, then who is it for?”

“Not for anyone.”

His face was full of grievance and awkwardness, and Li Yuliang saw it in his eyes. The feeling of not being let go, his heart ached, and it was faintly itching.

He never gave Song Jiting any explanation, but now he surprisingly relented, saying to him, “I wasn’t blaming you just now, I was just worried.”

He went to hold Song Jiting’s wrist, “Did I hurt you?”

His actions were dodged by Song Jiting again.

But this time he didn’t give up, moving forward impolitely, his wide palm suddenly grabbing Song Jiting’s waist and pulling him close.

Song Jiting tried hard to push his chest, but his hot breath was still close at hand, with nowhere to hide.

“I want this flower,” Li Yuliang said, with a hint of coaxing.

Song Jiting couldn’t break free from him and became a little exasperated, “I won’t give it to you!”

The two of them pushed and shoved, fighting for a flower. Song Jiting was naturally no match for Li Yuliang’s strength.

Li Yuliang became more and more domineering when he didn’t listen, forcefully pressing him to the ground.

Song Jiting’s hands were pinned above his head, Li Yuliang using one hand to hold his two wrists tightly, and easily snatched the peony with the other, smelling it in front of his nose.

“It’s very fragrant,” he said, his lips curving slightly. “I like it very much.”

He gently stroked Song Jiting’s cheek, “If there’s anything you want to take with you, pack it up. I’ll send you away tonight.”

“What am I hindering you from by staying here?”

The moment he wanted to get up, Song Jiting hugged his neck tightly.

He was a little surprised.

He hadn’t done anything to Song Jiting these past few days, not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

At this moment, the other man seemed to have reached his limit, wrapping his legs around his waist, suddenly turning over, and taking the initiative to press him down.

As if he had suffered a great grievance, Song Jiting pulled at his collar, the soft strength unable to teach him a lesson, so he lowered his head and bit his lips hard.

“Who are you thinking about in your heart? Who do you want to give your life for? Have I stopped you even a little bit? Am I so eyesore to you here?”

Li Yuliang didn’t know how to answer, and Song Jiting continued to question him with the taste of blood in his mouth. “I don’t want anything anymore, and now I don’t even want my dignity anymore. What else do you want me to do?”

“You…”

Song Jiting had said countless sweet words to him under his coercion and temptation.

But none of them, like these questions and scoldings, made his heart ripple more.

“Do you hate me, or what?” Li Yuliang asked uneasily. What made him uneasy was that he couldn’t bear the answer he was expecting to hear.

Song Jiting lowered his head, his forehead against his chin, unable to see the expression on his face.

“I don’t know…” he said to himself, speaking dazedly, “I’m going crazy with jealousy.”