MLIAM Chapter 28
by VolareChapter 28: A Scene of Marriage Revocation; Forcibly Taking What One Wants is Just Not Right…
Wei Yan turned and got into the carriage, Yu Shuli sullenly followed, and the carriage drove towards the Palace Gates.
Wei Yan glanced at him, not refusing his company in the same carriage, but still not speaking, instead turning his eyes away, acting as if he didn’t exist.
Yu Shuli, unable to bear it, sat next to him and tugged at his sleeve: “Wei Yan… don’t be so petty. Chen Li seems unreliable, but he has a good heart.”
Wei Yan moved to the opposite side, then lifted the curtain and looked at the bustling crowd outside in the early morning.
Yu Shuli, with his impatient temper, saw that Wei Yan was ignoring him and didn’t bother to be polite. He shouted outside, “Stop the carriage, I want to get off.”
The coachman outside said with difficulty: “Young General, we are halfway there, and the other carriage has already returned.”
“Just get me a horse, any horse will do.”
Only then did Wei Yan seem to react, grabbing Yu Shuli’s wrist.
“Ji’an.” He suddenly spoke, as if he had pondered for a long time and organized his words for a long time: “Do you, in fact, not like men? And… do you not like me?”
Yu Shuli frowned, his tone still not good: “Why are you asking this? Aren’t you ignoring me? Who I like is none of your business?”
“Mm.” Wei Yan looked at him seriously, his fingers involuntarily reaching out, stroking Yu Shuli’s cheek.
Yu Shuli quickly dodged.
Wei Yan had an “I knew it” expression, his smile bitter: “Ji’an, in your eyes, Chen Li and I, are we really no different?” They could joke, they could banter, and verbal clashes didn’t matter.
This kind of pure brotherly affection, where they could share a bed and not reject physical contact, was because he simply didn’t see the other as an admirer with emotional intentions.
“From beginning to end, Ji’an, what do you take me for? A buddy to play house with?” Wei Yan smiled cruelly: “But I’m not.”
“In your eyes, I must be very ridiculous. Chen Li and you clearly haven’t had any interaction yet, but I’m so jealous. You must think I’m a pervert, liking men and having an extremely strong possessive desire.” He used force in his hand, pulling Yu Shuli over and pressing him directly into his arms, his arms clinging to him tightly, using his lower body to bump against him: “I want to sleep with you, my feelings for you are not ordinary brotherly feelings, do you understand? My jealousy is real jealousy, not a joke or playful banter.”
Being forcibly restrained, with a hard and burning body behind him, and being instilled with a sincere but obsessive confession, Yu Shuli felt touched, but also panicked and afraid.
He couldn’t be happy at all, struggling to break free, glaring at Wei Yan: “I don’t know what madness you’re spouting.”
Weren’t they doing well? Just because of a Chen Li?
The Second Prince was right all those years ago.
Wei Yan, when he goes crazy, is truly terrifying.
“I’m a madman, are you afraid of me?” Wei Yan, being scolded, felt his blood surge, and his mind began to cloud.
He pulled the struggling Yu Shuli back again, fiercely biting his neck, and then his moist lips and tongue moved upwards, accompanied by sharp tiger teeth, about to touch Yu Shuli’s lips.
The comfortable breathing brushed against Yu Shuli’s chin, but he slowly and methodically nibbled at it: “Do you know what liking is? Let me teach you.”
Yu Shuli was hurt by his teeth grinding against him, he “hissed” and couldn’t bear it any longer, pushing him away, his eyes blazing with anger after being violated.
Wei Yan was pushed and crashed into the carriage frame, a muffled sound coming from the impact on his head: “Are you afraid of me?”
“You should be afraid of me too. I’m jealous even when you talk to others, I don’t want to see you caring for others, I hate you taking care of others so considerately, I worry that you’ll take care of him and turn him into the next me. You’re right to dislike and fear me like this. From beginning to end, you’ve only treated me as a brother, that’s why you pity me, right? But Yu Shuli, I don’t want you to pity me.”
Being understood in this way, Yu Shuli naturally became angry: “What the hell are you talking about?” He slapped Wei Yan’s face.
How could there be no difference in how he treated Chen Li and Wei Yan?! What did he take himself for?
Chen Li, in the end, only attracted him with his wealth. He was thinking of the poverty in the Northwest, so he wanted to take advantage of the situation and cooperate, just as a way to form a good relationship.
Yu Shuli tried hard to recall his interactions with Chen Li, and upon careful thought, he felt that there were hardly any outrageous words from beginning to end, so how did he drive Wei Yan to such a state?
Wei Yan was pushed by Yu Shuli’s solid palm and crashed into the carriage crossbar, a muffled sound coming from his back. But he didn’t say a word.
“Wei Yan, if you don’t have anything reasonable to say to me, I’m getting off. About the marriage engagement… since you think I pity you, and you don’t want me to pity you, then let’s just call it off.”
Only then did Wei Yan’s pupils shake, and his throat moved in bitter pain. “I won’t call it off! I don’t agree!” He flusteredly reached out to pull Yu Shuli, grabbing him, lowered his eyes, and wanted to kiss him again.
Impatient breathing lingered on Yu Shuli’s Adam’s apple. He didn’t dare to kiss Yu Shuli’s lips, so he could only lick and bite at that spot.
The man with dark waves surging in his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, reached out with one hand to pull at his belt, and with the other hand reaching under Yu Shuli’s hem, his eyebrows and eyes full of pleasing and eager desire.
The greedy and heavy breathing sounded quite aggressive, but it couldn’t hide his flustered and timid heart.
Yu Shuli no longer showed mercy, seeing his actions, his face turned livid: “Wei Yan, you’re really not a good thing, trying to forcibly take what one wants?” He struggled out of Wei Yan’s embrace.
Wei Yan shamelessly moved closer again, his wet eyes, on the verge of madness, still full of affection, blinked at him. “How about I give myself to you? Ji’an, don’t be angry…”
He even wanted to seduce him! Yu Shuli was furious, pressing down on his restless hand, and twisting his face at the same time, warning: “Wei Yan, don’t touch me again. It won’t look good if you and I break up, let’s just leave it at that.”
Wei Yan’s arms stiffened and stopped, releasing him, silent for a long time.
Wei Yan was afraid of breaking up.
The three years of estrangement had tortured him to the point of wishing he was dead, so the word “break up” was like his fatal flaw, untouchable.
So he finally gave up resisting, turned his head, returned to the corner, and responded like he had lost his soul: “Okay.”
Yu Shuli straightened his robes and jumped out of the carriage.
Outside, there was a burst of exclamations from the coachman, followed by hasty stopping of the carriage and inquiries about whether Yu Shuli was injured.
Yu Shuli apologized and answered a few questions absentmindedly.
The coachman was Wei Yan’s man, and hearing his master quarrel with the Young General, he naturally hoped that the two would reconcile, so he asked Wei Yan inside the carriage: “My lord, shall I look for a horse?”
It would be best if the lord spoke up and persuaded the Young General, giving each other a way out and this matter would be over.
But even after the coachman led the horse over, Wei Yan remained silent.
Yu Shuli leaped onto the horse, flicked the whip, and left.
Arriving at the Palace Gates, Yu Shuli dismounted and walked inside along the way.
Wei Yan’s carriage, with the Emperor’s permission, could enter the Imperial Palace all the way.
So the two inevitably met again in front of the Golden Luan Hall.
The carriage came slowly, finally stopped, the coachman called out a few times outside, but Wei Yan didn’t respond, so naturally he didn’t get out.
Yu Shuli stood on the side, bored and disgusted, staring at Wei Yan’s carriage, waiting for him to enter the hall together for an audience.
“Pretentious.” Just as he made this comment, he saw a pair of somewhat pale hands finally slowly lifting the carriage curtain.
A face with no color except for a little bit on the cheeks peered out.
Yu Shuli pursed his lips, frowned, thought of what had happened earlier, and felt it wasn’t satisfying enough, and wanted to scold him again, when Wei Yan’s body, halfway out of the carriage, suddenly fell down.
The coachman cried out in alarm.
Yu Shuli’s heart suddenly jumped, and he quickly caught Wei Yan in his arms.
The man in his arms was breathing rapidly, his eyelashes trembling non-stop, he looked at Yu Shuli, his voice a little low, with a slight plea as he re-answered his previous question: “Ji’an, it was my fault, I admit my mistake… can we… not break off the engagement?”
Yu Shuli’s breath caught, his anger hadn’t subsided, but he stubbornly craned his neck: “No.” He didn’t plan to indulge Wei Yan.
Wei Yan took a quick, long breath, instinctively arching his back, his eyes full of despair.
Seeing the person looking dazed, Yu Shuli was stunned, and reached out to feel his forehead.
He felt a burning heat.
“Wei Yan, you have a fever, don’t you know?” Seeing that he was like this, Yu Shuli didn’t bother to be angry with Wei Yan, but instead looked at the coachman in exasperation: “Your lord has been burning like this all the way here, and you didn’t react?”
The coachman pursed his lips aggrievedly.
What could they do? Even if the lord had a fever or was sick, he wouldn’t tell them, the servants.
Perhaps because Yu Shuli had been easy to talk to all along, the coachman dared to retort at this time: “Even when the Young General was in the same carriage with the lord, you didn’t notice, how could we, the servants, notice?”
Yu Shuli was choked, grunted, and didn’t speak.
Wei Yan, at this time, became amiable, with no sign of his previous madness: “It’s not your fault, it’s just that I’m useless.”
“Turn around, go to the Imperial Hospital.” Yu Shuli put his arm around Wei Yan and was about to stuff him back into the carriage.
“No.” Wei Yan tugged at his sleeve, scrutinizing his angry face. His voice unconsciously carried some laughter after being cared for, and he felt that the chill and torment on his body had dissipated a lot: “His Majesty summoned me.”
“Heh. Anyway, you’re not afraid of death, there’s no difference between dying from illness or being beheaded for disobeying the imperial decree.” Yu Shuli spoke with sarcasm, but his movements stopped after all, and he still put him down.
Wei Yan didn’t refute, just followed Yu Shuli’s strength and gradually stood firm. Seeing that his expression wasn’t good, he comforted him: “It’s okay, don’t worry, it’s just a cold.”
“The Prime Minister is still delicate.” He could get a fever from spending a night in prison, and that was after he covered him with clothes and hugged him to keep him warm.
Yu Shuli looked at Wei Yan again, and seeing that he was following along, he strode into the Palace Gates.
Yu Shuli walked quickly, and Wei Yan, sick, tried hard to keep pace with him.
As they approached the Palace Gates, Yu Shuli still softened and suddenly turned his head: “Wei Yan, who I like is my own business, you don’t need to speculate wildly. If you promise me that you won’t go crazy in the future, and you’ll stop commenting on my relationship with others, adding fuel to the fire, I can pretend that today’s events never happened.”
Wei Yan lowered his head, silent.
If he had to pretend that nothing had happened, then he couldn’t be jealous in the future, and he would have to treat Yu Shuli’s interactions with others as normal interactions.
He wanted to agree very much, but he couldn’t promise something he couldn’t do.
Wei Yan struggled painfully.
After waiting for a while, not getting a response, Yu Shuli didn’t feel embarrassed either. “Okay, I understand.”
“Then forget it, I didn’t say anything.”