How humble can love for someone be?
Dai Jin was born a servant in the Duke Qing’s mansion. Both his father and mother were servants in the mansion, so naturally, he was too.
Later, his aptitude was pretty good, so he trained with other children. He was a quick learner and had high martial arts skills. Even if his hand was broken, he could still fight back with sheer determination. He wasn’t afraid of killing either. He was also decent-looking. Consequently, he was selected to be a death soldier for the young master of the mansion, the family’s sole descendant, An Xie.
That wasn’t the first time he met An Xie; they grew up together.
He had always liked the future master of the mansion, so much that he couldn’t help but be obsessed with him.
There was no reason, no special story, and certainly nothing dramatic.
Just like a leaf sinking to the bottom of a lake, he was silently swallowed up by his emotions.
Commoners could have a harem, let alone noble families.
Ah Jin didn’t have any extravagant hopes. The difference in status between him and An Xie was too great. In that era, even empresses dared not speak of lifelong, exclusive devotion to one person.
He just hoped that in the future, he could be an unseen member of An Xie’s ‘harem.’
Obscured sweetness, fleeting affection between husband and wife would be enough.
He longed for An Xie to embrace him, even if he got hurt when they pushed each other jokingly, it didn’t matter.
But later, he realized he was mistaken. An Xie’s character would never allow for multiple wives and concubines.
An Xie was very stubborn when it came to emotions, so the person he fell in love with was bound to be very happy. Because no matter how willful the matter, An Xie would nod in agreement for the other person, even if it meant a lifelong, exclusive devotion, even if they were not from the right family, even if the other person was a man…
As long as he fell in love, An Xie would do anything for the other person.
How nice…
What a pity I’m not the one he fell in love with.
Ah Jin held the love letter between An Xie and the Third Prince An Chengjing silently acting like the sparrows that form the magpie bridge where the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet.
A servant cannot make things difficult for his master.
So he didn’t resent An Xie.
A commoner cannot be so bold as to resent a prince.
So he couldn’t resent Third Prince.
Ah Jin endured the torture and suffering for several years, enduring until he took a knife to his own arms, cutting himself when he felt hate, when he felt sorrow, and when he felt despair.
Bloodied wounds stretched from his wrists to his shoulders, from his left hand to his right hand.
One year, he and Third Prince’s secret guard were crouching in the shadows to keep watch; they couldn’t let anyone enter this remote garden in the imperial palace.
Because behind them, Third Prince and An Xie were entangled in the flower bushes.
Ah Jin had sharp hearing. He heard Third Prince’s soft cries, which were clingy and delicate, while An Xie’s laughter was hoarse yet gentle.
At that moment, he turned into stone, squatting silently in the dark corner, and could only listen…
When they returned, An Xie’s brow was filled with smiles. An Xie chatted with him for a long time on the way back, and Ah Jin smiled and nodded along.
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In the room filled with overpowering incense, the table was quickly covered with various exquisite light refreshments and appetizers. Ah Jin grabbed a wine bottle from the table and poured himself a drink.
Usually, there was some medicine added to these drinks, to ensure that clients with weak vigor could exert themselves fully and also to motivate the attendants if the clients were unattractive.
As he drank, he felt his body heating up.
Sitting on the bed, Ah Jin watched as the door opened. He was smiling and looked attractive, but when the strong man entered, Ah Jin indifferently said, “No need for introductions. I don’t need to know who you are, and I don’t need pleasantries. You just need to shut up and do your job.”
The man who entered froze with an awkward smile on his face, then tactfully nodded in silence and walked over, proceeding to undress Ah Jin.
Ah Jin just sat, observing the man’s movements…
He closed his eyes and felt the fingers fondling his body, imagining that they were An Xie’s hands.
Pushed onto the bed, he felt the scented and soft fabric rubbing against his body. Large hands roamed over his form, and as the effects of the drug took hold, something was smeared on him. ‘An Xie’ turned him over onto his stomach.
Ah Jin gripped the blanket tightly, tears streaming from his tightly shut eyes, leaving circles of wetness on the fabric…
“An Xie…”
I’m afraid it’ll hurt, but I’m not afraid of pain.
I’m not afraid of sufferings or scars; what I’m afraid of is that no one will care.
Black hair cascaded down.
The door burst open.
A gust of cold wind struck, causing Ah Jin to shiver. He heard a man screaming shrilly like a woman, and the man on his back let out a painful groan. Ah Jin opened his eyes and saw an angry face, one he yearned for day and night.
“An Xie…”
After he finished speaking dazedly, he received a punch straight to the face. An Xie’s fury knew no bounds, and his blows were heavy. Immediately, blood gushed from Ah Jin’s nose. Then An Xie straddled him, pulling his hair and delivering several more punches!
Some people screamed for help or tried to pull An Xie away, but when An Xie turned his head and looked over, his noble demeanor and wrathful gaze intimidated the hired thugs of Nanfeng Pavilion, and they dared not intervene.
Some also recognized An Xie’s face, making them even more hesitant to interfere.
As the sole scion of Duke Qing, the future lord of a noble house, and a young general who had earned his stripes on the battlefield, who would dare to stop him?
So Ah Jin was beaten into a pig’s head by An Xie. There wasn’t a good spot left on his face. An Xie picked up the clothes on the ground and threw them at Ah Jin’s face, saying coldly, “Put them on!”
With that said, exuding a simmering rage, An Xie chased everyone away and closed the door.
Despite getting thrashed, Ah Jin laughed. His face swollen, he chuckled as he dressed, and ultimately went home with An Xie.
On the dimly lit road, Ah Jin softly said to the person in front, “You stopped me today, but I’ll go back tomorrow.”
The person in front halted but didn’t turn back. “Then I’ll beat you to death!”
“Why would you want to kill me?” Ah Jin asked.
“Then why would you want to go to such a place to humiliate yourself?!” An Xie questioned back.
“Because I’m jealous… I also want to be hugged by you like Third Prince, but I can’t, so I’ll find a fake one,” Ah Jin said with a light smile.
An Xie didn’t walk away. He turned around, his face and eyes filled with shock.
Seeing this scene, Ah Jin suddenly felt a sense of relief. He couldn’t help but spill out all the emotions and deeds he had bottled up over the years.
As he vented, he laughed carefreely with his swollen and bruised face, resembling a madman gone insane.
Towards the end, he lowered his voice and said candidly, “…Do you know? I lick the cup you drank from, eat the leftovers from your meal, sneak into your room when you’re out and lie on your bed just to smell the scent left behind… How about that, feeling disgusted?”
Ah Jin sliced open his own emotions with a knife, showing An Xie the bloody mess. He was smiling, but it looked worse than crying.
An Xie calmed down, and his expression even showed some bewildered pity and guilt. He opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a word, and in the end, he grasped Ah Jin’s calloused hand with his own equally calloused hand, then turned his back and ran back to the mansion and his room.
This action left Ah Jin dumbfounded.
He had thought that with An Xie’s personality, it was entirely possible for An Xie to kill him.
Back in the room, An Xie pointed to the door and said, “I don’t believe a single word you said. Now let’s just pretend that today’s conversation never happened. Ah Jin, go back!”
He cares about me…
Ah Jin saw this fact in An Xie’s gaze. An Xie didn’t want to lose him, his friend, brother, and playmate he’d grown up with. He cared…
Realizing this, Ah Jin’s eyes suddenly lit up. He threw himself at An Xie, who was stupefied.
The two of them rolled around on the bed a few times, fists landing here and there, the room filling with the sound of their struggle.
“Have you gone mad?!” An Xie shouted.
Ah Jin’s usually gentle, quiet and honest demeanor had completely changed. He tore An Xie’s clothes with his fists and yelled, “Go ahead! Beat me to death! Keep yelling and let everyone in the mansion know how disrespectful I am to you, then let Old Master chop me up!”
An Xie: “…”
Seeing that An Xie kept quiet, Ah Jin’s eyes gleamed even brighter. He began to lean down to kiss An Xie.
But being silent didn’t mean An Xie couldn’t beat him. As their positions alternated, An Xie’s eyes blazed with fury, and his attacks were ruthless. Ah Jin couldn’t beat him, nor did he resist. He just twisted back and forth, taking advantage of An Xie while being beaten.
When his hand grabbed a certain something, An Xie’s face instantly turned livid.
He was so angry that he laughed and gripped An Jin’s neck: “You want to die, huh? Fine! I’ll fucking kill you today!”
With that, he tightened his grip.
Struggling to breathe, Ah Jin’s face, which was full of bruises and couldn’t be seen, turned red. “Today, if you don’t kill me… I’ll definitely sleep with you!”
An Xie: “…”
This stubborn idiot!
Two young men, barely seventeen or eighteen but already considered adults in ancient times, grappled together without any dignity.
Finally, there was beating and twisting.
As a result, the effects of the drug in the bottle of wine Ah Jin drank kicked in.
… …
On the third day, An Xie sat by the bed, gritting his teeth as he looked at the pig-head sleeping on his bed.
Ah Jin had a high fever. An Xie opened his mouth and poured the brown broth down his throat. Ah Jin had come dangerously close to death.
Looking at his ill appearance, An Xie’s murderous intent and anger dissipated.
Later, when Ah Jin woke up, he weakly grasped An Xie’s hand and asked, “Master, have you never had sex with Third Prince…”
An Xie ground his teeth and remained silent, but Ah Jin understood everything. He lay in bed and started crying, nearly scaring An Xie to death.
“What’s wrong with you now?!” An Xie turned his head to order someone to call a doctor.
But he heard Ah Jin crying and saying, “No wonder your skills are so poor…”
An Xie: “…”
Ah Jin cried and laughed again, his dark eyes filled with tears sparkling as he looked in the direction of An Xie.
“Are you mocking me?!” An Xie’s hands trembled. “…I think you really want me to beat you to death!”
“Not mocking… just feel it’s great… great…”
Ah Jin’s cheeks were flushed because of the fever. He gasped hard, and lifted his paws, which were as hot as burning coals, to cup An Xie’s cheeks. “It’s great…”
“I’m your first,” he said.
An Xie: “…”
The palms on his cheeks were very hot, and Ah Jin’s gaze was equally hot.
An Xie turned his head away, refusing to look at him.
“Are you feeling guilty? For Third Prince?” Ah Jin withdrew his hands and said softly, “Third Prince obviously has some other plans for you, and he has been stringing you along. You really can’t see it?”
An Xie didn’t say anything. In fact, after so many years, he had already seen some clues.
Ah Jin continued, “Are you really going to push him to the throne? Third Prince is really not a wise ruler.”
“…”
An Xie stood up without saying a word, about to leave in silence.
But Ah Jin called out to him from behind.
He said, “Since I was a child, you have been my master and the person I love the most. No matter when or what decision you make, I will always be with you. I’ll never regret it!”
An Xie tilted his face slightly to look at him before turning and leaving.
That year, General An returned from the border, and without hesitation, he used his military might and his family’s power to support Third Prince’s ascent to the throne. It was also the year that An Xie knew Third Prince An Chengjing had covered up the truth from him, and it was also the year that the border area was in a crisis.
An Xie glanced at the man on the throne, and expressionlessly headed for the battlefield full of traps.
And Ah Jin was always with An Xie.
Until that incident…
Oh so he was crazy crazy 🤣🤣🤣 thet deserve each other
Thanks for the chapter ♡♡♡♡♡
Well then……. You know what? They’re together, and theyre happy. That’s a win in my books haha
Thanks for the translation!