Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 510 The Princess Who Wants to Compilation 7

In order to complete his surveillance mission, Liu Rufeng started to act again a few days later.

He sat on the path that Yun Chu had to pass by, playing the piano.

Liu Rufeng's fingertips slid across the strings, and the piece he played was no longer the sad and lingering "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix", but the "Iron Armor Cold" that the frontier soldiers dreamed of.

The sound of the zither was as clear as snowy water, hinting at the murderous aura of clashing swords. His eyelids drooped slightly, but his peripheral vision clung to Yun Chu, who "accidentally" passed by the waterside pavilion.

She was not wearing fancy clothes today, but only a plain casual dress, leaning on the railing to look at the moon.

"This song... Your Highness can hear the desolate feeling in it?" Liu Rufeng paused, and the sound of the piano suddenly became faster, like a horse's hooves crushing an ice river.

Yun Chu glanced sideways at the sound, a lazy smile curling up the corner of his lips. "Golden swords and iron cavalry, their aura swallowing thousands of miles... But beneath this string music, it seems... there's a deeper chill hidden? Like my hometown is far away, and the road back is uncertain?"

She said it lightly, but it accurately hit the deepest part of the heart of the person who was singing the song, expressing his wandering and loneliness.

Liu Rufeng was shocked!

The complex emotions he had carefully crafted to test her were revealed so easily by her!

Is she really just the legendary hedonistic fool?

Before he could suppress his shock and respond, Yun Chu had already waved her sleeves, leaving behind a seemingly genuine and untrue teasing remark: "Like the wind, the worries are too heavy, the night is deep and the dew is cold, it's time to rest."

After that, someone actually led him towards Yun Chu's bedroom. Liu Rufeng's fingertips gripped the strings of the zither so tightly that they practically embedded themselves in the wood.

Go to bed?

This was not his intention, but it was an opportunity to get closer to the answer.

He frowned and followed, his heart churning with fear: She saw through his temptation, but responded with a more ambiguous attitude?

The illusion of "understanding" in the water pavilion turned into real chill at this moment - she was a deeper sea, and he had been drawn into it.

In the bedroom, red candles flickered, the light and shadow were ambiguous, but there was a chilling coldness.

Liu Rufeng followed this thrilling journey and was led to the depths of Huang Yunchu's bedroom.

A rich and luxurious incense hit him in the face, almost suffocating him. It was the scent of the Sixth Princess, the rusty smell of a cage mixed with the scent of rotting gold and jade.

His steps seemed obedient and smooth, but every step felt like stepping on red-hot charcoal, and his heart was already churning like boiling oil.

He followed the "servant" etiquette that was ingrained in his bones, and with trembling fingertips he undressed himself, his movements so gentle that they were almost sacrificial.

The moon-white veil slipped off, revealing a jade-white body that was enough to captivate the world—perfect, yet cold.

The lingering smile that he had practiced thousands of times in the mirror now hung on his face, as stiff as a mask.

With every step he took closer to the bed, his disgust for Huang Yunchu grew deeper. A nauseous feeling churned in his stomach, and his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand.

When Huang Yunchu's gaze fell on him, it felt like a knife scraping across his skin.

Every moment of skin contact - whether it was the brush of hair as she leaned lazily, or the subtle caress of her fingertips - aroused sharp rejection and physiological tremors deep in his soul.

The expensive incense, the touch of the warm jade bed, the dancing light and shadow of the red candles, these elements that are enough to arouse his emotions on a normal day, now became instruments of torture for his senses.

"Rufeng is too worried..." Her words by the waterside pavilion echoed in his ears like a ghost.

Sleeping with the emperor became the biggest irony for him!

He had to act out his infatuation and desire, and use carefully designed seductive gestures to please the woman he hated to the core, and even have to enjoy himself under her.

He hated himself for having to be like this, and hated Huang Yunli's order for making him become like this!

Despite the humiliation his body endured, his spy instinct drove him to observe Huang Yunchu sharply.

Her eyes, beneath her lazy expression, were still calm, even with a kind of observational distance.

Her touch was more like a temptation with some meaning than lust?

Her whispers were filled with meaning, as if waiting for him to respond. The precise commentary on the pavilion was no accident!

This discovery made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave, and the fear instantly overwhelmed his loyalty to Huang Yunli.

She is definitely not simple!

Is that arrogant, hedonistic, and foolish Sixth Princess a fake?

She saw through the secret in his piano music, and now she is also seeing through his superficial behavior and the hatred and struggle in his heart?

Is her laziness and domineering attitude a mask that is more sophisticated and unfathomable?

The chill of this possibility surpassed even the humiliation he was already enduring.

The more he served her, the more his deep longing for Huang Yunli turned into excruciating pain.

He did all this for her!

For her cause, he sacrificed all his dignity and illusions.

He imagined Huang Yunli's stern or approving expression after she learned the "intelligence". That had been his only support, but now this imagination was mixed with bitterness and resentment.

It was the person he loved who pushed him into this abyss where he had to sacrifice his flesh and blood.

The identity of a “chess piece” has never been so clear and palpable as it is now.

He is a beautifully polished tool, and when necessary, even his body can be a weapon.

This clear realization pierced like a needle into all his beautiful fantasies about Huang Yunli.

The price of this loyalty is to crush the last bit of one's dignity as a human being.

His body was bearing the demands of Huang Yunchu, but his soul was constantly roaring with hatred towards her.

But this hatred was mixed with new elements: shock and fear that she might have such a deep disguise, and the feeling of powerlessness that he was completely controlled by the other party.

He even began to hate the hidden resentment he had just developed towards Huang Yunli - this feeling was a blasphemy to his piety!

Humiliation, fear, confusion, resentment, pain, calculation...all the emotions that were intense enough to tear the soul apart melted together and screamed silently in his body.

When Huang Yunchu seemed tired, his fingertips stopped moving, leaving only a lazy and sleepy "rest". He lay stiffly under the hot quilt, his body burning, but his heart sank into the dead silence of an ice cave.

The tense will is on the verge of breaking, like a string that may break at any time.

The scarlet liquid that had once vented on the rose petals now spread in his heart, transforming into a crazy and dark thought:

Whether it was for Huang Yunli or to escape from this endless shame, perhaps... destroying this princess's mansion, destroying Huang Yunchu (no matter if she was truly debauched or just pretending to be mysterious), and destroying the chess game that made him so miserable... was the ultimate path?

The moment the candle went out, Liu Rufeng opened his empty eyes and let the sticky darkness swallow him.

He could hear the even breathing of Huang Yunchu beside him. He knew that a part of him had died that night.

What is left behind is a soul reshaped by deeper hatred and more chaotic mysteries, as well as a quietly planted poisonous seed called "destruction".