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“Why am I here again?” Shang Qinghua asked his friend, pulling his coat above his chin to fight the cold winds. Even his magically heat induced robes his King got for him were not helping fight the chill. He could be at home right now, working, or as Shang Qinghua likes to call it...napping.
Shen Yuan pursed his lips, tapping his chin with his fan. “You have some needed information that neither I, nor Binghe, are privy to.” And then softer, although Shang Qinghua was sure Luo Binghe could hear them. “It’s not like you have anything better to do.”
Okay. Rude. But, true. His King is too busy to be with him right now, anyways. Mobei Jun has a very important diplomatic meeting today that is unfortunately demons only, even though Shang Qinghua was his advisor, and not to mention, husband! Actually, he will mention it. He’s married to Mobei Jun! Has been for the past nine months, and counting! Yay!
“But my feet hurt and it’s cold and I’m tired…”
“Shizun...please allow this Lord to send Shang-shisu back. This husband is confident that he can find the crystals without Shang-shisu’s help,” Luo Binghe said with a glare shot at Shang Qinghua.
Brat! I am your Father!
“Binghe,” Shen Yuan sighed. Luo Binghe pouted until Shen Yuan patted his head, then he smiled wide. Ugh. Gross. “Shang-shidi, your help is most invaluable. You know these lands as well as your husband.” Shen Yuan turned towards him with a look. “If not more.”
Shang Qinghua sighed. Yes. He is well aware of the Forbidden Icelands, north of the Northern Desert. It’s the only place where you can find the rejuvenating crystals they are looking for. But, so what? It’s called the Forbidden Icelands for a reason! For one, it’s cold as fuck. Like the Northern Desert is cold, but this place is like a frozen wasteland! And Two! Unknown creatures and demons roam these lands.
Like unknown, unknown. Shang Qinghua doesn’t even know what the fuck is out here cause he just kind of created it and then never used it. It sounded cool. In retrospect.
The wind picked up again, and Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe looked like a gorgeous power couple in their own black and green furs, their hair blowing gracefully around them. Shang Qinghua looked like a hot mess. His nose was runny, his eyes were stinging with unshed tears, and his hair was...everywhere. His bun looked so good this morning…
Mobei Jun is going to have to brush out his hair for him when he returns. Hopefully his meeting will be over soon. If it goes well, the Ice Goblins and the Wind Reapers will sign His King’s treaty for joining territories! It will be a shared benefit for both parties, and Mobei Jun’s territory will expand ten fold, bringing in new products, merchandise, and money! It’s a good plan, if Shang Qinghua says so himself. And he does. Cause he drafted it himself!
Mobei Jun thought it was good, too. He even patted him on the head!
Oh, god...he sounds like Luo Binghe.
Speaking of…
“Stop being a bother to Shizun. Just point us in the right direction.”
BRAT!
Shen Yuan cleared his throat, continuing their walk. He’s not even going to defend him? Come on, Cucumber bro! That husband of yours was plotting Shag Qinghua’s murder as they speak!
Shang Qinghua sighed. What did he expect? It’s always been those two, and then everybody else. “The crystals grow along the coldest water in the coldest lands. They’ll be by the frozen lakes. I don’t know which ones, though.” Why did he even need to be here for this?!
Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan trotted on, holding each other’s hands, and chatting idly, like they weren’t in a frozen hellscape. It made Shang Qinghua feel a ping of jealousy. He missed his husband. And the company he was currently keeping didn’t even seem to know he was there, or care. Why did he agree to this?
When Shen Yuan called for him this morning, Shang Qinghua thought that maybe his old pal wanted to have some tea, talk about life, or gossip about their demon husbands.
But, no. When has Shen Yuan ever come just to visit? Ever since he first learned Shen Qingqiu wasn’t Shen Qingqiu, but a fellow transmigator from his own world, Shang Qinghua was thrilled! But, Shen Yuan was a busy man. He didn’t have much time for him when all his time was devoted towards his husband and his peak.
After everything that guy’s been through, he deserves some peace and quiet. And if he calls on his friend way too early in the morning going on about rejuvenating crystals, well, Shang Qinghua won’t argue...much.
It’s just...this isn’t the friendship he thought he would have with him...
But, he’ll take what he can get!
After the third lake they checked with no payout, and after the seventh encounter with another beast that Shang Qinghua didn’t even think made it into the final story, Shang Qinghua sighed loudly and dramatically.
“Cucumber bro! Can we please just go back? I’m so cold and tired! Let’s try another day, huh?”
“You know we can’t do that Shang-shidi, ” Shen Yuan said with gritted teeth. He hates it when Shang Qinghua calls him that nickname in front of Luo Binghe. “We need them before the season ends.”
Shang Qinghua sighed once more. He was right. The rejuvenating crystals are basically just weird frozen icicles with a shit ton of spiritual energy inside. If they take them back to Cang Qiong Mountain in any season but Winter, they will melt, taking their power along with them.
The crystals really are powerful. They would be super helpful and detrimental to any peak who could get their hands on it. Even just a tiny piece could change the outcome of a battle in the user’s favor. The healing properties are one of a kind, and could even spare someone from the brink of death...hence the name. Heh. They were basically a glorified phoenix down.
And Shen Yuan was such a nerd. He loved this extra stuff Shang Qinghua added in. One could say the weirdo kept reading his book for the lore. And for his sticky protagonist, of course.
Ugh. Okay, they would find the crystals. And then they could go home. And then Shang Qinghua will have a nice, hot bath. Because he is freezing and also covered in monster guts…
Shang Qinghua did his best to hide behind trees or rocks whenever Luo Binghe fought the creatures here, while Shen Yuan either stood by all beautiful and regal, or helped join in. And yet Shang Qinghua is the one with blood all over him! What the hell!
“Okay,” Shang Qinghua said with a huff. “On to the next lake.”
Before Shang Qinghua even turned around, a wave of demonic, resentful energy hit him in his core, the killing intent washing over him.
He whirled around, scanning the area with wide eyes. What could possibly be making such a strong aura. The creatures here are powerful, but this was something else entirely. “Wha—”
“Binghe…” Shen Yuan began. He must feel it too.
“Stay close…” Luo Binghe said to his husband, unsheathing Xin Mo.
It was so windy. Too hard to see properly. There was nothing in the trees. But…
Shang Qinghua turned around slowly towards the lake. He could almost make out...something…
Oh. Oh no.
“A Yuan!” he screamed at the man. Shen Yuan whipped his head towards him. “We need to go, now!”
“What...what is it?” he asked, his eyes looking out to the frozen tundra, where two red dots were barely visible beneath the ice of the huge frozen lake.
“Now, bro!” he repeated. “Lord Luo! Get over here! Transport us out of here!”
“Shut it. I’ll take care of it,” he said, inching further from them, towards the ice. “Shizun, stay here.”
“No! You can’t fight it!” he screamed. “A Yuan, get your fucking husband!”
Shen Yuan looked startled. Shang Qinghua doesn’t think he has even spoken to him like that before.
“A Yuan,” he continued. “He will lose,” Shang Qinghua said firmly.
“He’s the protagonist…” Shen Yuan whispered with eyes as wide as saucers.
“It’s an Ice Bahamut!”
Shen Yuan’s jaw dropped. “Binghe!” he called, his full attention on his stupid demon husband. “Get back here right now!”
And then his stupid friend ran after his stupid husband!
“A Yuan!” Shang Qinghua yelled, stupidly running after them both.
But it was too late. They wasted too much time.
With a roar as loud as thunder, the Ice Bahamut broke free.
Frozen shards scattered the sky as the creature rose from the depths, ice showering Shang Qinghua, cutting into his face and robes. It was so big. It was so loud. And if they didn’t get out of here lickity spilt, they were all fucking dead.
What the fuck was an Ice Bahamut doing there?! It should be...it should be...well, Shang Qinghua wasn’t sure where it should be, but it shouldn’t be right in front of them!
But, this was the Forbidden Icelands. Guess if it was anywhere it would be here.
The Ice Bahamut was the first creature Shang Qinghua ever created. Even though it hardly came to play in the story. It was a mythical, snakey, fishlike, godlike monster. The size of a dragon! Like, the big dragons, not the cute ones. It had huge talons, razor sharp teeth, a tail that could crush anyone and anything, and scales that were stonelike.
Oh, and it was impossible to kill.
So...yeah. Running away, please!
“Shizun!” Luo Binghe yelled, sounding desperate and...scared. Good! At least that means he knows what that thing is, and that they cannot fight it!
Ugh, seriously. This creature is the most violent, horrendous thing in his book! The only reason it hasn’t wreaked havoc on the world is because all it does is sleep! It should be sleeping right now, at the bottom of the lake! It was probably Luo Binghe’s Heavenly’s demonic aura that woke it up from it’s nap! And now it’s pissed!
Stupid, dumb demon lord.
The creature roared again, and Shang Qinghua had to cover his ears. God, he was loud! And scary! “Lord Luo! Shen-shidi!” he yelled. The wind picked up even more in the Ice Bahamut’s rage. He could barely see…
There! There’s Shen Yuan!
“A Yuan!” he called.
“Binghe! Where are you!” Shen Yuan screamed. He must be having difficulties seeing as well.
“Shizun!” Luo Binghe’s voice sounded from a little ways away.
“Guys, stop panicking!” he yelled, doing his best to reach Shen Yuan. Panicking is only going to make this worse! They just needed to get together and get the fuck out of here!
But, the Bahamut had other ideas. It loomed over him, so tall in the sky, it’s body still half in the lake. It was growling, but it’s eyes were narrowed.
It couldn’t see them either.
“A Yuan!” he tried again. Shen Yuan didn’t hear him. He just kept yelling for his Binghe. They needed to leave before…
Too late.
He heard the creature intake a huge breath, before releasing it out in a huge wave of wind. Shang Qinghua was thrown to the ground several feet from where he was standing, landing on the hard snow. He dug his fingers into the ground, willing himself not to be carried away any further.
When the wind finally died, it died in full. The creature...sent it away. This is what Shang Qinghua meant when calling the Ice Bahamut godlike. It could basically control the weather.
And right now, the three of them stood out very well in a winter wonderland. No wind. Nowhere to hide. Just three dumb iditos and a bunch of overblown trees.
And one big monster that hadn’t had a snack to eat in hundreds of years.
Cool.
Well, at least he could see Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan now. Bet the Bahamut doesn’t know teleportation exists...hah!
“Shizun!” Luo Binghe screamed, as he does…
The Bahamut growled, showing its fangs, and lunged for the two.
“Binghe!” Shen Yuan yelled, but Luo Binghe was already to him, taking him in his arms. Thank goddess. Now they could finally go home.
“Shen Yu—”
And then they were gone.
The monster’s face collided with the ground, and the only reason Shang Qinghua did not fall over from the earth shaking was because he was already down. The Ice Bahamut made a strangled, angry noise, lifting his large head back to the sky, and shaking it, like it was dizzy.
“A Yuan?” he called quietly.
Nothing.
Okay...good, they got away. Cucumber bro and Lord Luo were safe. That’s good. Luo Binghe teleported them out. It was the safest way to get away from the attack. Yeah.
They would be back any second. Luo Binghe would come back now…
Any second…
“...A Yuan…?” he whispered again. “Lord Luo?”
He looked around him, trying to stop the trembling in his hands.
They...where did they go...why weren’t they coming back for him? They know he can’t teleport! Only their demon husbands could do that! What the fuck?! Did they just leave him with…
Shang Qinghua slowly looked up.
And saw two piercing red eyes staring back at him.
Fuck.
Shang Qinghua pushed himself off the ground as quickly as he could, and threw himself to the side just in time. The Bahamut slammed his teeth into the ground just where he laid. It screamed in anger again, but Shang Qinghua was already running.
He knew the fucker was following him without turning around. It was screeching, and the ground was shaking. This is where the snake-like features come in handy. Although the Bahamut primarily lives in cold water, it can also slither on the ground, at highly questioning speeds!
Look, the concept sounded cool when he wrote it. It definitely wasn’t now!
Shang Qinghua had no idea where he was going. He tried his hardest not to stumble as he jumped over fallen trees. He was so exhausted from how long they’ve been walking and how cold it was, he felt his legs would give out any moment.
It was gaining on him. He was seriously fucked.
How was he supposed to outrun a monster the size of a semi truck?!
When he felt a rush of demonic power behind him, he knew it was attacking. In a dumb moment of panic, Shang Qinghua looked behind him, just in time to see the creature’s huge tail coming towards him at full force.
He couldn’t block it.
With a gasp, Shang Qinghua was thrown dozens of feet away, his back crashing into a hard surface. Is that a boulder? Fucking ow.
He was dizzy, pretty sure he was seeing stars, but thankfully saw the bitch’s head come flying at him again. God! Just leave him alone! Go back to sleep!
With what little strength he had left, Shang Qinghua rolled out of the way, the Bahmut’s sharp teeth grazing his left arm. He could barely hear his own scream of pain over the frustrated growl the creature let out. Its teeth pierced through the damn rock, and it lifted its huge head, frantically shaking it from side to side, trying to release the broken boulder from its mouth. Hah! Serves it right!
Shang Qinghua stood. Well, he tried to. He got about halfway standing before falling to the ground once more. Fuck, it hurt. His head hurt from his rough landing, his arm was on fire! And he was pretty sure his legs wouldn’t take him any further. At least the Ice Bahamut's fangs aren’t poisonous. Not that Shang Qinghua will live long enough for that to matter!
Not to mention his robes were a mess! His king just bought him this coat! Now it’s shredded and there’s so much blood on it and oh man he was bleeding a lot.
Huge rocks fell to the ground, and oh...it’s free.
Oh. Shang Qinghua is going to die.
His King just bought him these robes and he was going to die.
No. He can’t die! He has to spend the next forever with Mobei Jun! He can’t leave his husband alone! He’d be miserable!
He needs to get up. Come on, Shang Qinghua! Get up!
The monster roared again, rearing back.
He tried to lift his body, to run, to move, he really did! But he was so tired, and everything hurt and he was scared and he didn’t want to die! He wanted his husband. His King!
My King! My King! My King!
“My King!” he cried, throwing his arms over his face as he saw the Bahamut flying towards him once more.
But, the land didn’t hit.
A loud crash was heard instead.
A familiar, cold, demonic aura, almost as strong as the creature’s if Shang Qinghua says so himself, spread over him. At first he felt utter relief, then fear flooded him.
Not even Luo Binghe could fight that thing.
Shang Qinghua lifted up as much as he could on his elbows. “My King!” he yelled, and holy shit. Did his husband just knock over an Ice Bahamut? That is so very hot.
The creature was at least half a football field away from when Shang Qinghua saw it last.
And Mobei Jun stood several feet in front of him, panting...growling? The mark on his forehead was blinding. His eyes the deepest blue as they scanned Shang Qinghua from top to miserable bottom. Shang Qinghua was sure he looked a mess. His husband was shrouded in such a fierce demonic aura it was visible as smoke around him. The killing intent was as high as Shang Qinghua’s nerves!
The Bahamut did not stay down for long. With another roar, it began making its way to them! And his King. He clenched his fists and took a step towards it.
Stupid, stupid demons and their dumb tendacies for violence! Did Shang Qinghua write demons like that? Yes! But, one issue at a time!
“My King! You can’t fight it! Please!” he said with a sob. He was so tired! And scared! Mobei Jun may have gotten the drop on the monster, but the element of surprise was gone.
Mobei Jun’s gaze landed on Shang Qinghua, who was reaching out towards him. Please, just please. I’m so tired. Just take me home!
His husband clenched his jaw, and with one last glare at the Bahamut hurtling towards them, he jumped to Shang Qinghua’s side, wrapped his arms around him, and transported them away in the knick of time!
Shang Qinghua knew he was back home without having to open his eyes. Which he doesn’t want to do right now. What he wants to do is cry into his husband’s chest, while said husband holds him, so that’s exactly what he is doing.
Ah. Back home. Where the cold is just cold enough. Where there wasn’t a scary mythical monster trying to eat him. Where his handsome husband cradles him protectively.
He’s safe. He’s home.
They were in the courtyard. He knew that. The ground was hard, but not uncomfortable. They landed a bit rough, with Mobei Jun probably just trying to get them out of there as quickly as possible, which is probably why they weren’t in their rooms right now. But, Shang Qinghua is not complaining. It’s not like there is anyone around to see him sob into his husband’s robes, his arms around his neck. Mobei Jun was flexing that sexy demonic aura of his outward. Shang Qinghua could feel it, although it was a comfort to him. Anyone else that stepped foot in this courtyard would be a goddamn fool.
It had been several quiet minutes. Well, not really quiet, as Shang Qinghua was sobbing harshly. But, Mobei Jun simply rubbed his back and continued to hold him, all the while pouring a stream of demonic energy into him. His head didn’t hurt anymore. He was pretty sure any scratches on his face were long gone by now, and his arm only stung a little bit.. He was still exhausted, but mainly from him almost dying.
“Qinghua,” Mobei Jun finally said when his sobs turned to sniffling. Shang Qinghua’s head rested on his husband’s shoulder now. He looked up at him with sleepy eyes and gave him a small smile. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a familiar voice, although he’d never heard his name being called so frantically from it before.
“Shang Qinghua!”
Ah. Shen Yuan was running towards him. And, of course, with a Luo Binghe in tow. Goddam fools.
Thank God Shen Yuan was alright, though.
Shang Qinghua lifted his head slightly towards him, but a soft, cold hand on his face gently guided him back against Mobei Jun’s chest. His husband felt...tense. Was Mobei Jun alright?
Shen Yuan slowed to a walk, and was almost right in front of him when he spoke again.
“Thank God, Airplane, I—”
“Do not touch him,” Mobei Jun ordered.
Shen Yuan froze a foot away from them. Shang Qinghua blinked up at his husband. His aura turned deadly.
He was pissed.
“My King…” he started, shifting a bit to sit up and look him in the eyes. Mobei Jun allowed this, but did not stop holding him tightly.
Luo Binghe stopped a hair's length in front of Shen Yuan. His own demonic energy radiating off of him. Was this a dick measuring contest? Ugh.
Shang Qinghua’s head was beginning to hurt again.
“You will watch how you speak to my husband,” Luo Binghe said menacingly.
“And you will watch how you treat mine ,” Mobei Jun replied shortly.
“My King,” Shang Qinghua whispered. Why was he talking like this to Luo Binghe? Does he want to die?? “It’s okay.”
“See?” Luo Binghe spat. “He said it’s fine. Shizun was simply worried for his friend.”
“ Friend?” Mobei Jun said, glaring at Shen Yuan.
“I—” Shen Yuan began.
“You left him.”
A small gasp was the only sound heard for the moment. Shang Qinghua wasn’t sure if it came from himself or Shen Yuan.
Oh. His husband wasn’t pissed.
He was furious.
“We didn’t mean—”
“Tell me why,” Mobei Jun interrupted again, “In the middle of a meeting, I hear my husband scream my name in complete terror. Tell me why my husband went on an outing with his friend,” Mobei Jun basically spat out the word, “and the strongest demon in the two realms, and was left to fend for himself against a creature that not even you could defeat.” He glanced at Luo Binghe when he said that. “Tell me why I left my husband in your capable hands, only to find him alone, bleeding, and terrified. And if I had arrived a second later, he would be dead. Tell me why you left my husband. To. Die. ”
Okay, this is not going well.
“Mobei Jun, watch yourself,” Luo Binghe said carefully.
“You are selfish. Both of you,” Mobei Jun said.
“My King,” Shang Qinghua said. His King turned to look at him. “That’s a little...harsh.” Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan were very much...absorbed with one another, but that’s normal, right? They were married and in love! Mobei Jun is Shang Qinghua’s favorite person! And he was pretty sure he was Mobei Jun’s!
Mobei Jun brushed a few flyaways from Shang Qinghua’s face with a gentle hand and soft look. Yeah, he was Mobei Jun’s favorite. His husband’s face turned hard again after looking back at their company.
“I had other priorities,” Luo Binghe said harshly, dropping the formalities. “I had to make sure my husband was safe. I am sure you would have done the same in my position.”
“Yes. Qinghua’s wellbeing is my top priority. The only difference is if you had left Consort Shen in my care, I would have protected him. I would have gone back for him.”
Luo Binghe stayed silent. He knew he was right.
“Neither of you respect him,” his dear husband continued, like he couldn’t stop. Like this had been weighing on his chest for a while now. Mobei Jun looked at Shen Yuan. “You do not care.” Shen Yuan opened his mouth, but Mobei Jun kept going. “How many letters has Qinghua sent that have gone unread or unanswered? You only call upon him when you want something. How many times has Qinghua called for an audience with Consort Shen, to be denied, or ignored. ” Shen Yuan made a small, distressed noise.
Shang Qinghua trembled, willing his watery eyes not to spill. That...hurt. It always hurt when Shen Yuan so obviously ignores him. When he only ever shows up when he wants or needs something, like today. Shang Qinghua just wanted to hang out with his bro, sometimes! He didn’t really have a lot of friends besides his King. Shen Yuan may be able to be married to a demon and continue to be a Peak Lord, but Shang Qinghua didn’t have that luxury! He had to leave that whole life behind when his peak found out he was delivering secrets to demons. Not that he misses that life, per se. He loves his life now. He loves his husband.
But, it’s a little lonely sometimes. Sometimes, he just wanted to be with a friend.
And Shen Yuan. Shang Qinghua has never seen him like this. His fingers were shaking and red with how hard he gripped his fan. He was staring at him so hard he must be able to see his soul. And Shang Qinghua couldn’t even tell if he was angry or just upset. Or both?
“Shang Qinghua, I…” Oh. He was upset. He sounded...sullen.
He didn’t know what to say. What could he say? They should...they should all just go to bed. Get some rest. Shang Qinghua was so tired and everyone was irritable right now. Especially his King. He almost lost his husband!
“I see the way you interact with one another when you are together,” Mobei Jun continued. “Like Qinghua is an annoyance. Like you would rather be anywhere else.”
“That’s not—” Shen Yuan started.
“You hit him. With that ridiculous fan of yours.”
Shang Qinghua thought Shen Yuan’s jaw would fall off from how low it was hanging.
That...was a little unfair. Shang Qinghua wouldn’t call it hitting. It was more like, a smack? And it was only when he was being annoying! It was Shang Qinghua’s fault, really!
It did hurt, though. Getting smacked in the head would hurt anyone, right?
“We...we’re just messing around,” Shen Yuan said defensively.
“He doesn’t like to be hit,” Mobei Jun said, gripping his shoulders and pulling Shang Qinghua closer to him, almost like he didn’t even realize.
And, oh. His sweet, dear husband.
They had a talk. After...everything. After the Ascension Trial and after Shang Qinghua said he was leaving for good. He almost did. The system gave him the chance. The choice.
But, he was still so hopelessly in love with Mobei Jun, even after everything. How he was treated. It wasn’t all bad, and he knew Mobei Jun cared for him, but.
Mobei Jun was...mean. He had always been so mean.
Of course he had. He was a demon, and Shang Qinghua wrote him like that. He wouldn’t change just because of Shang Qinghua.
Expect, he did. When he found him after. When Shang Qinghua agreed to go back, he listened. Shang Qinghau told him how it hurt when Mobei Jun beat him. How he didn’t like it. It didn’t make him feel appreciated, or that he was doing a good job, or whatever fucked up demon way Mobei Jun was conditioned into since he was a child.
It made him feel terrible. Like he was being punished. He didn’t like when he yelled or threw him around. He hated it.
It...was abuse. And he had enough.
Shang Qingua explained that that is why he left. Mobei Jun had walked away from him then. Left him in his bed to rest.
The next day, he fell to his knees in front of Shang Qinghua, begging for his forgiveness.
It was...a rough few weeks. Mobei Jun made him explain every little thing that he didn’t understand about human culture. Explain why and how it made him feel. It was all so different from the way Mobei Jun was brought up. And Mobei Jun explained that he treated him the way he did for years because he didn’t think there was anything wrong with it.
Seriously, why did Shang Qinghua make demons so violent and mean?!
But, his King wasn’t mean. He was the best! He promised he would never hit him again! Never hurt or shout or do anything to make him feel unsafe ever again. If he would only give him another chance. If he would stay.
So, Shang Qinghua stayed. And he was loved in return.
He loved his sweet, caring husband so much!
“My King,” he said softly. Mobei Jun looked at him again, his face harsh and upset. Poor thing. “Let’s all just take a breather, huh? Everything’s okay now. I’m okay.”
Mobei Jun looked at him, his eyes deep, his lips pressed. “You are not okay. It is not okay.”
“My King…”
“Shang-shidi. Let us have this discussion later,” Shen Yuan said, hiding his expression behind his fan now, like he always did when he wanted to escape. Shang Qinghua was sure he was biting his lip. But, that was probably for the best. This conversation sure was taxing.
His husband did not think the same. It seemed he was not done talking.
The glare he shot Shen Yuan...if looks could kill.
“You did not attend his wedding.”
Oh. Oh no. Shang Qinghua felt the tears spilling over now. He hid his face in his husband’s cool neck, while Mobei Jun’s arms went around him securely.
His wedding. Their wedding. Don’t get Shang Qinghua wrong, it was a great day! The best wedding to the best man he could ever ask for. It was filled with dancing, singing, drinking, laughing, and so much love. It was the best day of Shang Qinghua’s life.
What would have made it better was if his best friend was there to share it with him…
Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe’s wedding two years ago was...well, over the top insane, but Shang Qinghua had a good time. He didn’t speak to Shen Yuan much in the rush of it all, but it was fun, and he was happy that he could be there for his special day.
So why couldn’t Shen Yuan be there for his?
“I…” Shen Yuan started, sounding out of breath. “I told you, there was an important peak meeting I had to attend—”
“Yes,” Mobei Jun said. “We read your letter. I held my betrothed the night before the happiest day of our lives. Held him as he read over your letter, muttering about how busy you were, and how it was to be expected. Held him as he cried.” Mobei Jun stroked his head when Shang Qinghua choked on another sob. “Tell me, how many times has my husband shed tears over a man he calls his friend?”
Shen Yuan’s tiny release of breath was the only thing Shang Qinghua heard. He held on to his husband tighter, crying softly. That night was rough. No one should be crying the day before their wedding.
And Mobei Jun. His dear, sweet husband. He was so caring. So soft as he held him, whispered sweet things to him. Rocked him back and forth on their bed, like he was a child.
Gods, he loved this man so much.
“Mobei Jun, I didn’t know you could speak for so long,” Luo Binghe said. Shang Qinghua glanced up at him. His jaw was tight and his fists clenched. “But that is enough. I will not have you attack my Shizun because your husband feels underappreciated.”
It was the wrong thing to say. Even as Shen Yuan turned towards Luo Binghe, chastising him with a call of his name, Mobei Jun’s rage could not be so easily tempered.
With a deep yell, the demonic aura radiating off of his husband was expelled outward, attacking everything but Shang Qinghua himself.
The gravel in their courtyard spilt, the trees fell, his favorite bench broke in two! That was his favorite bench! Oh, and the plants…
If Luo Binghe wasn’t the Demon sovereign, the most powerful thing to walk this earth, they would have been knocked off their feet, hell, maybe even killed.
But, Luo Binghe deflected it, protecting himself and Shen Yuan, only being pushed back a few steps.
All Shang Qinghua felt from the attack was a sudden gust of wind that was gone in an instant. But, his courtyard was in shambles!
Stupid, violent demons!
Speaking of which!
“You dare attack Shizun!” Luo Binghe screamed. Brat! Don’t you dare kill my husband!
“Lord Luo!” Shang Qinghua said helplessly, wrapping his arms around his husband protectively as the demon stalked towards them.
Mobei Jun stood and had Shang Qinghua behind him in the next second, baring his teeth and oh, this was so ridiculous. This was not how Shang Qinghua thought the morning would go.
“You insolent fool!” Luo Binghe continued. “I—”
“Binghe, stop!” Shen Yuan called. He stopped.
“But, Shizun…” he pouted. Like he got caught stealing candy and not about to murder them. “He attacked you. And he has disrespected you countless times!”
Shen Yuan crossed his arms, looking like the serene mortal he is. “This one deserves the disrespect.”
“Shizun!” Luo Binghe said, outraged.
To his husband and to Shang Qinghua’s own surprise, Shen Yuan stepped forward, and bowed. “Lord Mobei. Shang-shidi. This one apologizes for intruding on your home. This one apologizes for being careless with Shang-shidi’s life. And this one...I...apologize, Airplane.” Shen Yuan stood up straight, looking Shang Qinghua in the eyes, who was peeking around his husband. “I’m sorry...for being a bad friend.”
Shang Qinghua gaped at him. He never thought he would hear those words from Cucumber bro!
“Before my husband tells you it is fine and you are forgiven, I ask that you both leave us. Qinghua has suffered severe wounds, and needs to be tended to.”
Shang Qinghua gaped at his husband now. That...that is very close to what he was going to say.
Shen Yuan nodded, looking rather defeated. “Shang-shidi, can we..talk later?”
“You have no right to even speak to him,” Mobei Jun said instead. And wow, Shang Qinghua didn’t know his husband could be so petty!
“My King!” Shang Qinghua chastised.
“That is enough, Mobei,” Luo Binghe commanded.
“And you,” Mobei Jun began again, cause he apparently wasn’t done! Mobei Jun turned his attention to the Demon Lord, whose eyes were narrowed in anger. “I trusted you,” his King said with malice. Luo Binghe’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second. “I trusted you with my most precious one, and you left him to die.”
Luo Binghe said nothing. But he stood a little less straight. A little more unsure.
“My husband may be the forgiving type, but I am not. You are not welcome in our home. Get. Out.”
When his command wasn’t met with the Demon Lord having a fit, Shang Qinghua sighed. “A Yuan, we’ll talk later. Can you guys please just go?” he asked, leaning his entire weight against Mobei Jun. Gods, he was exhausted!
Shen Yuan must be tired, too. He didn’t even chastise him for using that name in front of Luo Binghe. “Of course. Binghe, let’s go.”
Luo Binghe said no more. He took his husband’s hand and then they were gone.
Shang Qinghua’s knees gave out and he fell towards the ground. He didn’t hit the floor, though. Not when his King was there to catch him.
“Qinghua,” he said, his eyes wide, scanning him up and down.
“My King, I’ve never heard you talk so much!” he said with a laugh. He was so dramatic!
“Mn,” Mobei Jun said with a small smile.
“My King, our courtyard…” he said with a pout.
Mobei Jun looked around, like he just noticed the damage. “I apologize.”
Shang Qinghua laughed again. “It’s fine!”
“Your bench…”
Shang Qinghua smiled, kissing his beloved on the cheek. His King knew how much he loved to sit outside and read on that bench. “You’ll just have to fix it for me.”
Mobei Jun nodded very seriously. So cute!
“My King…” he started, taking Mobei Jun’s face in his hands. “Are you okay? That was a lot…”
Taking his hand from his face, Mobei Jun kissed his palm. “Mn. I am sorry I lost my temper. Did I scare you?”
Shang Qinghua shook his head. His King was always worried about Shang Qinghua when he gets into one of his demony moods. Like if he yelled at a subordinate who was being rude to Shang Qinghua. Or if Shang Qinghua was present when his King was fighting something and being all powerful and sexy.
Ever since Mobei Jun found him again after he left, and saving his ass from his uncle, and agreeing to all of Shang Qinghua’s ridiculous promises, Mobei Jun always seemed...nervous around him. Like if he made one wrong move, Shang Qinghua would disappear for good. It’s gotten better since their wedding, when they promised their lives to one another, but...that insecurity was still there.
They would work on it. They had time.
“Nope! I was just worried. Have you been feeling like this for a while now?” Shang Qinghua asked him.
“Mn. Consort Shen does not treat you well enough. And Lord Luo is an asshole.”
Shang Qinghua chuckled.. “Maybe...sorry. I didn’t know this was getting to you, too.”
“There’s no need for you to apologize. I just wish for you to be happy.”
Shang Qinghua smiled. “Hm. I am very happy, thank you. My King, you make me very happy. If Shen-shidi decided to end our relationship for good, I would be sad, but I would be okay, because I have you!”
Mobei Jun kissed his forehead. “Mn. You will always have me.”
Yeah, he will.
“My King?” Mobei Jun gave him his full attention. “I really want a bath.”
Mobei Jun chuckled. “Mn,” he said, lifting him from the ground and carrying him bridal style.
Shang Qinghua’s face heated. “My King!” he laughed. “I can walk!”
“No.”
Shang Qinghua laughed again, hugging his husband close to him.
After quite possibly the nicest, warmest bath he’s ever had, with his King washing his hair, Shang Qinghua laid on their bed, nodding along to the doctor who just finished bandaging up his left arm.
“It will heal on its own. Your energy has already helped much, My King,” the doctor said with a bow to Mobei Jun. He nodded at him.
“Thank you for your help,” his husband said.
“Of course. Consort Shang, please rest well. And drink the herbal tea this one has provided.”
Shang Qinghua reddened at the title, but nodded his head, rolling down the sleeve of his sleeping robe. “Thank you,” he squeaked.
The doctor bowed to them both again, and left the room.
A mischievous smile was on his husband’s face. “Is Consort Shang feeling better?”
The blush was creeping into his neck now, and he covered his face in his hands with a groan. “Stop,” he whined.
Mobei Jun laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed. He began running his fingers through his hair.
Shang Qinghua dropped his hands and smiled at him. “That feels nice,” he said.
“Mn. You should always feel nice.”
He laughed. “My King! You’ll spoil me,” Shang Qinghua teased. Like his husband doesn’t already spoil him to the ends of the earth.
“Mn. You deserve to be spoiled.”
Shang Qinghua shook his head, grinning, trying to hide his face in his pillow. Mobei Jun was in one of these moods now, huh.
He felt the bed shift again and scooched more towards the center of the bed, making room. Mobei Jun laid down beside him, hugging him close, chest to chest. “My husband deserves all good things.”
Shang Qinghua sighed. “My King…”
“My husband deserves everything and anything he wants,” he said, kissing his forehead. UGH. Shang Qinghua loves him so much!
He snuggled even closer. “Well, good thing you are here and are my husband. You are everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“Mn,” he said, running his fingers through his hair again. So nice.
“Oh, how did your meeting go? Did I ruin it?” he asked. Mobei Jun scowled at him.
“Qinghua.”
Right. Shang Qinghua was more important to his husband than some meeting!
But, it was a really important meeting.
“Sorry. But...how did it go?” he asked eagerly.
Mobei Jun sighed. “It went well. Of course it did. They would be fools not to recognize the wise words of my husband.” Shang Qinghua laughed. “They signed the treaties.”
He gasped. “Really?”
“Mn. We were just wrapping it up when I...heard your call.”
Right. Cool. “That’s great, My King! You have so much more land now! My powerful, sexy husband!”
“Mn.” Shang Qinghua laughed again. “Qinghua. May I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“Why did you not call for me sooner?” Ah… “I am not blaming you. I am simply curious.”
“Can I be honest?” Shang Qinghua asked, and Mobei Jun nodded. “I didn’t really...call for you?” His King looked at him, confused and a little hurt. “I mean, I did!” he clarified. “I just...I was scared and I was thinking of you. So I called for you, I guess. I didn’t know you would show up like that. All sexy and stuff. It was very hot.”
Mobei Jun smiled, humming thoughtfully. “You can always call me. I will always come to you.”
“How did you know where to find me?” he asked. His husband picked up the pendant around Shang Qinghua’s neck as an answer. “Your wedding gift?” he asked, taking it gently from his husband’s hands. It was a small, pretty dark blue jewel Mobei Jun gave to him the night of their wedding. He wears it everyday.
“If you are wearing this, and you call for me, I will always find you,” Mobei Jun said, repeating the words he told him that night.
Shang Qinghua’s face felt hot. “I thought that was just some romantic mumbo jumbo! I didn’t think you meant literally!” Mobei Jun sighed, and Shang Qinghua laughed nervously.
“Did you not remember the function of the naming stones?” he asked.
Ah. Right. The naming stones were quite romantic! Especially for demons! If one calls the name of their beloved, their most precious person, the other would hear, no matter how far apart they were.
“Sorry, My King. I’m an idiot.”
“You are not. Just forgetful,” he stated. Shang Qinghua rolled his eyes affectionately.
His husband was truly the best! He deserves the world!
“My King, you need to talk to Lord Luo,” he said all of a sudden.
“Why?” Mobei Jun asked. Petty!
“Because he is your friend and you need to work out your grievances.”
He scoffed. “He is not my friend.”
Shang Qinghua sighed. “It hurt, right? That he left me there. It hurt you.”
Mobei Jun did not answer verbally. Only brushed his lips against his hair and began to rub his back.
He can deny it all he wants, but they are friends. Or as much as a Sovereign and a King can be. And Luo Binghe betrayed his trust.
“My King. I’m going to speak to Shen-shidi. See if we can...figure this all out. You should talk to Lord Luo. You deserve an apology.”
“Ridiculous,” Mobei Jun said softly, and Shang Qinghua laughed. “I do not want nor need an apology from that brat. ”
Except, he did, didn’t he? Although they were not as close as Shen Yuan and him were, Shang Qinghua watched them, too. Saw the way they interacted. How Mobei Jun would roll his eyes whenever Luo Binghe said anything. How Luo Binghe would laugh loudly at something Mobei Jun would say or do. They were friends.
“Please…” Shang Qinghua said, using his King’s biggest weakness. Him. “Do it for me, please?”
Mobei Jun sighed. Success! “Fine. I will speak with him soon.”
“Thank you,” he said with a grin. Mobei Jun shook his head, kissed his lips.
“Rest,” he ordered.
And who was Shang Qinghua to disobey his King?
Luckily, Shen Yuan responded to Shang Qinghua’s letter to request to meet up within a day. Lucky for Shang Qinghua because that would be so embarrassing if he never got back to him, and lucky for Mobei Jun, who might actually kill Shen Yuan if he never got back to him.
And then Luo Binghe would kill them all.
So, with that nice little thought in mind, Shang Qinghua kissed his husband, promised to be home for dinner, and made his way to Qing Jing Peak.
He stood outside Shen Yuan’s bamboo house after a disciple escorted him to the door. Honestly, it had been so long since Shang Qinghua had been back here, the help was needed.
He only knocked once before Shen Yuan quickly appeared in front of him.
“Hi,” Shang Qinghua said uncooly.
“Hi,” Shen Yuan answered back. “Come in.”
Unfortunately, and to his dismay, Luo Binghe stood in Shen Yuan’s room.
Shang Qinghua couldn’t feign his disappointment, or hide his sigh. “I thought it would just be us, bro.”
“He’s not staying,” Shen Yuan said quickly. Then, he smacked his husband in the arm. “Binghe.”
Luo Binghe swallowed. “This Lord made snacks for Shang-shisu’s arrival.”
He sure did, didn’t he. The table was littered with cakes and pastries, and he could smell the scented tea from where he stood.
“Ah. Thanks,” Shang Qinghua said awkwardly. Did Luo Binghe stick around just to show off his culinary skills? When Luo Binghe continued to stand there, Shang Qinghua rocked back on his heels. “Um…”
Luo Binghe took a deep breath and a few steps forward, so he stood right in front of him, towering over him. Shang Qinghua shrunk back just a bit. He wasn’t scared that Luo Binghe would like, attack him or anything, he was just nervous. And confused. Besides, there was no killing intent on his person. Even his demonic aura was suppressed.
Luo Binghe looked him dead in the eyes, and then bowed.
He bowed.
“Wha-what? Why?” His eyes landed on Shen Yuan, hoping for a little clarification. His friend only stared at them.
“Shang-shisu. This Lord apologizes for what happened. Mobei Jun was right. You were in this Lord’s care, and I failed you.”
Shang Qinghua only blinked. Luo Binghe lifted his head back up, and continued. “It was this...it was my fault. I should have protected you. Shizun realized rather quickly that you were not with us when we returned, and was deeply upset and troubled.”
“Binghe!” Shen Yuan whisper shouted. Seems like Luo Binghe is going off script, and this conversation wasn't discussed.
“It was my decision to not return at once. I was worried for my husband and also for myself against such a foe. When husband insisted , we returned and found Shang-shisu gone. Then we returned to Mobei Jun’s and Shang-shisu’s home.”
Shang Qinghua looked at Shen Yuan, who was looking everywhere else but him.
“I said some hurtful things about Shizun’s friend. I was rude and...anyways. I shouldn’t have left you there in the first place. It was stupid and rash and it occured to me later that, yes, you could have very well died. If I was in your husband’s position...” He sighed. “I understand Mobei Jun’s anger. I do not fault him for it. I’m sorry.”
This was probably the most Luo Binghe has ever spoken to him. And the longest he held the man’s attention. He felt like squirming.
“Ah, okay. Yeah, thanks.” He cleared his throat. “Lord Luo, someone else deserves your apology as well…”
Luo Binghe blinked at him, then sighed with a shake of his head. And to his utter surprise, he smiled. “You two are truly made for one another. Yes, Shang-shisu. I will make sure to speak with Mobei Jun soon.”
Shang Qinghua nodded. “Great.”
“Binghe,” Shen Yuan said softly. Luo Binghe’s attention fully went to his husband now, thank the Gods. “Thank you for the snacks. You may leave us to talk.”
Luo Binghe nodded, gave his husband a kiss, bowed once more to Shang Qinghua, and walked out, shutting the door behind him.
“Bro,” Shang Qinghua said. “A little warning next time! I need to be mentally prepared if the Lord of all Demons is gonna bow to me!”
Shen Yuan chuckled, a sly smile on his face. “This was more fun. And for the record, I didn’t tell him to bow.”
Shang Qinghua gaped at him, and Shen Yuan gestured to the table, taking a seat himself. Shang Qinghua shook himself, and then followed suit.
“Thank you for the letter...for reaching out. I wanted to, I just didn’t know how,” Shen Yuan said.
Shang Qinghua nodded. He figured. He could take that first step for them. “No problem.”
“Have a cake,” Shen Yuan offered.
“Don’t mind if I do!” he said, stuffing his face. Yum! “It’s not often I get to eat the Protagonist's cooking!”
Shen Yuan sighed. “That will change.”
“Hm?”
Shen Yuan closed his fan, placing it down on the table.
Oh. They’re gonna talk now.
He took a sip of his tea to wash down the cakes. His throat felt dry all of a sudden.
“Qinghua, I...I have not been kind to you.” Shang Qinghua didn’t know what to say to that. “I’m sorry.”
“Bro, it’s fine. I know you’re busy, but…”
“But?”
“I mean...ever since we stopped the fucking apocolypse it’s like I never see you.” Ah. He didn’t mean to say that. He sighed when Shen Yuan pursed his lips in offence. “Bro...do you even like me?”
“Of course I like you! You think I don’t like you?” he sputtered.
“A Yuan…”
Shen Yuan groaned. “Stop calling me that! Binghe even asked about it a few days ago!”
Shang Qinghua flinched. Barely, but he did. He didn’t like when people yelled, and when Shen Yuan yelled, he usually smacked him.
He didn’t smack him. Only stared at him with huge eyes.
“Sorry, Cucumber bro. It just comes out sometimes…”
“No,” Shen Yuan said firmly. “No, you don’t have to...I, Gods, why am I like this?”
“Shen-shixiong?” he asked. Shen Yuan looked distraught.
“Don’t apologize. I don’t know why I yelled.” He sighed. “Your husband was right about me.” Shang Qinghua opened his mouth, but Shen Yuan held up his hand, stopping him short. “Just listen...okay?”
He nodded.
“I don’t know why I yell sometimes, or why I get so annoyed. It’s not just you, you know? Binghe annoys the shit out of me.” Shang Qinghua chuckled. “I don’t realize it...that what I’m saying or doing is hurtful. In my last life, I was so sick and I was so tired. Everyone just gave me what I wanted cause I was rich and I was dying. I didn’t have...friends. Not real ones.”
He sighed again. “So when I got here, and this sticky disciple decides I’m God! And this guy, who also happens to be from my world, shows up and clings to me. Calls on me. Calls me his friend. I just...don’t know what to do with that.”
Shang Qinghua stuffed another cake in his mouth to stop himself from saying anything.
Shen Yuan made a face. “You’re...a lot. You’re annoying. And overprotective. And dumb.”
This was fun.
Shen Yuan took a gulp of his tea, placed the cup down, and released a long breath. “You’re funny. You’re so fucking funny that I can’t be with you in public because I’ll laugh and that’s so OOC.” Shang Qinghua scoffed and Shen Yuan shook his head with a smile. “You are so loving, and caring, and it drives me up the wall. It’s like when I talk you give me your full attention. Like I’m the only person in the room. In the world.”
Shang Qinghua sniffled.
“You’re sweet. And kind. Loud. And such an idiot. So physically affectionate, and I’m not. ”
“Bro, our love languages don’t mesh well! It’s cool!”
“And so fucking talkative.” Shang Qinghua laughed. “And I do like hanging out with you. You’re not an annoyance, I just...don’t know how to show that. It’s not just you I’m like this with!” he said, flinging his hands up in the air in exasperation. “I’ve had conversations with Binghe about it, too. You know how sticky he is.” He does. “We’re working on it. And I guess I didn’t see how I was coming across. That I was being hurtful to the people I care about. I didn’t think to have this talk with my friend, either. I didn’t notice that I’ve been upsetting you. I’ve been a shitty friend.”
“Bro…”
“No. You’ve always been there for me. During all that shit. I mean, without you, I would have just died after I self-destructed.”
“I mean, yeah, but. It’s all my fault, anyways.”
“What?” Shen Yuan said, looking at him like he was crazy.
“I’m the no good author! I’m the reason everything here is, was, so fucked up! It’s my fault in the first place.” Sigh. Why couldn’t Shang Qinghua have written a nice, no drama story with a sappy happy ending?
Shen Yuan was staring at him so hard. Was there something on his face??
“What?” he asked.
“No,” Shen Yuan said. “That’s not...no. That’s wrong.”
“What is?”
“Qinghua,” Shen Yuan started, speaking slowly. “That’s not your fault. None of this is your fault.”
“But, I wrote it…” Shang Qinghua said.
“So?”
Why was he so upset? “Why are you mad?” Shang Qinghua asked.
“I’m not mad!” he said loudly, then sighed. “I’m not mad,” he repeated more quietly. “I just need you to understand that this world is not your fault.”
“But—”
“Yes. You created it. You wrote it. But it was fiction. You wrote a book! There’s no way you could have known this world would turn real! How is any of that your fault?”
“Well, yeah, but...if I never wrote it in the first place...I mean, it’s like you said! I’m a shitty author, and this is the shitty world I created. It’s my fault!”
“Oh,” Shen Yuan whispered. “Oh, no. Qinghua.”
“...What?”
Shen Yuan put his head in his hands. “I really am a terrible friend,” he muttered to himself.
“No! A Yuan!” he said, standing, but Shen Yuan had already stood, and threw his arms around him, crushing him in a deep hug.
“Ahhhhh, bro. What is happening!” Shang Qinghua sputtered, but when Shen Yuan did not release him, he mentally shrugged, and hugged him back. It’s not often he got A Yuan hugs!
“Qinghua, I’m such an idiot. I’m so sorry.”
Okay, enough of that. Shang Qinghua finally pulled back, and was horrified to see his bro was crying!
“Cucumber bro, don’t cry! It’s okay!”
“It’s not okay,” he said with a pout, wiping at his face like a spoiled child. So cute! “Sit down.”
Shang Qinghua sat back down. Shen Yuan took the seat beside him instead of across from him, and held his hands.
“Qinghua, when I first came here, I was mad. I was stuck in that scum villain’s body, who was fated to die. I had that shitty, shitty system yelling in my ear, not letting me do anything!”
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“No, you don’t!” Shen Yuan said.
“Fuck off!” Shang Qinghua said.
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Shen Yuan sighed. “I was angry and I learned to care for Binghe and I knew what the system was forcing me to do to survive, and I was so angry. So when I met you, and found out that you were the author, I…”
“Qinghua. I blamed you. I blamed you and I shouldn’t have. Nothing that happened was your fault. I made my own choices.” Shang Qinghua looked down and Shen Yuan squeezed his hand. “You gave me a second chance at life. Because of you I met my Binghe. A lot of traumatic shit happened, but I am happy. So, so happy now. You did that.”
Shang Qinghua let his tears fall.
“Okay, okay. I hear you, thanks A Yuan.”
He sighed. “Really, could you stop?” he said fondly. “I really don’t know what to say to Binghe when you call me that.”
He laughed. “Sorry, sorry.”
“Such a blabbermouth,” Shen Yuan said, shaking his head with a smile. “How you have managed not to let your secrets slip to that husband of yours is beyond me.”
Shang Qinghua shrugged. “I am good at secrets, you know! Just not that one, hah. I already told him everything.”
“You..you what?”
“Just about me, bro! I wouldn’t spill your secret when it’s not mine to tell!”
“Wait, so...Mobei Jun.. .knows?”
Shang Qinghua nodded. “Yup! Told him all about my old life. Or what I could remember of it. And about how I found myself in my own shitty novel. And that he was my favorite character! He liked that part!”
“Qinghua…”
He laughed again. “I know. And he thought I was insane. He probably still thinks that but, he said he believes me, and I believe him. I love him and A Yuan, it was such a rush! It felt so good to just talk! Get it all off my chest! Tell my beloved the truth, you know?”
Shen Yuan absentmindedly rubbed his thumb along Shang Qinghua’s hand, thinking. He was so cute.
“And, you didn’t get...punished?” he said softly.
Shang Qinghua knew what he meant. “Dude, the system has been in rest mode since you saved the world. You can do whatever you want.”
“Oh.” He paused for a moment. “When did you tell him?” he asked.
“About two months into our marriage,” he said with a smile. His King looked at him like he was an idiot when he began his tale. It was so funny. “It was nerve wracking, but I think it helped our relationship.”
Shen Yuan breathed out. A relief. Maybe it was something he’d been thinking about himself. “I didn’t know...You didn’t tell me.”
“I wanted to. I...tried, but...you were busy,” he said. Another letter that never got answered.
He sighed. “Qinghua, I really did read all your letters, it’s just. You send so many, and I have so much shit to do here as Peak Lord, and also all the responsibilities with being the husband of the fucking Emperor! I’m not blaming you. I know this is my fault. I haven’t been trying hard enough with you, and I’m sorry. I am so grateful for you, you idiot.”
“Thanks…” Shang Qinghua said, feeling embarrassed. Maybe he could have tried harder, too. Talked to Shen Yuan about his feelings. Ugh...
“Qinghua. You gave me my husband. And you gave me a dear friend. A real one.” Shang Qinghua looked at him, and he smiled. “I’ll do better. I won’t...leave you on read,” Shang Qinghua laughed. “I want to hang out with you, too. I miss our late night talks about our old world.” Shang Qinghua does, too! Shen Yuan sighed deeply. “I really did try to make it to your wedding. But fucking Yue Qingyuan just had to have a meeting on that day! And it wasn’t optional! I put in a request and everything and he denied it! I wreaked havoc that day, let me tell you!”
Shang Qinghua smiled. “Okay. I believe you.”
Shen Yuan bit his lip. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I hate that I made you cry. I promise I will be there for you in the future.”
“Okay,” he said, feeling his eyes tearing up.
“I won’t disappoint you. We’ll have lunch. Every month, okay? Binghe will cook! Either here, or at yours, if your husband can ever forgive me.”
Shang Qinghua laughed. “I will speak with him.”
“And we’ll have more outings. Much less dangerous ones, though.”
“Uh huh,” he said, feeling his chest tighten.
“I won’t smack you anymore! I might try, but just smack me first if I forget, okay?”
“Bro!” he said with a laugh.
“I missed you,” Shen Yuan said softly. “I...knew where the crystals would be. I really just wanted to...hang out with you.”
Shang Qinghua squeezed his hand this time. “We don’t have to make excuses to see each other. That’s not how friendships work.”
Shen Yuan sighed with a nod. Then, he smiled.
“Thank you for being my friend. I promise that if you give me the chance, I will be a better one to you.”
Shang Qinghua cried, nodding his head frantically, and Shen Yuan…
A Yuan hugged him again!
Shang Qinghua ate his cakes between his happy sobs, knowing that they would be alright.
“He was so sweet! Really apologetic! It was such a good talk!”
“Mn.”
Shang Qinghua sprawled out on the bed, watching his husband at his desk. “And he promised that we would hang more. And he wouldn’t smack me anymore.”
“Mn,” his husband said, not looking up from whatever he was doing, but Shang Qinghua knew he was listening. Mobei Jun learned very well to multitask while Shang Qinghua rambled.
“Too bad I’d have to make that long trip out to his peak whenever we get together…” he started. That got a reaction. His King chuckled, looking at him with a smile.
“I am happy that you worked things out. I said some things in anger. Your friend is welcome in our home whenever you wish it.”
Shang Qinghua grinned. “Yay. Thank you!”
His husband shook his head fondly, and went back to the paper on his desk. That he’s been staring at since Shang Qinghua got ready for bed.
“What are you doing, My King?”
Mobei Jun sighed. “Lord Luo sent an invitation today to...discuss what transpired.”
Shang Qinghua gasped. “Really?”
“Mn. He...apologized. And wishes to talk.”
“That’s great, My King!” he said. “Are you writing your reply?”
“Mn.”
“...Do you need help?”
“No. I will handle it,” he said, glaring at the probably empty sheet of paper in front of him.
Shang Qinghua giggled quietly. “Okay.” Those two could literally teleport, but they are writing letters to one another like school boys would pass notes in class. So cute!
After several more minutes of Mobei Jun staring down at the desk, Shang Qinghua sighed.
“Are you going to sleep?” he asked his husband. Shang Qinghua was very tired all of a sudden. It was a long day.
“Soon,” he said, glancing up at him, then back down to his letter. Shang Qinghua chuckled. A simple, “let’s talk,” would be sufficient. Demons are so dramatic.
Just as he felt himself drifting off to sleep, his King spoke.
“I wish…” he said softly. When he didn’t continue, Shang Qinghua looked up at him, blinking his eyes sleepily.
“Hm?” He sat up on his elbow. His husband was staring at him softly, as he does, but his face looked pained. “What’s wrong?”
Mobei Jun sighed quietly. “I wish we could go back.” Shang Qinghua cocked his head to the side, urging him to continue. “To when we first met. I would...I would treat you right, this time.”
Shang Qinghua felt his heart swell. Oh this dumb, beautiful husband of his.
He reached out his arms, and his King finally put his pen down, and stood, coming towards Shang Qinghua with a crestfallen look.
He went willingly into his husband’s arms, and Shang Qinghua cradled him close, patting his head. His silly, wonderful husband.
“We can’t go back,” Shang Qinghua said after a few quiet moments.
“I know,” his King said softly, lifting up to look at him.
Shang Qinghua smiled. “We can’t go back, but we can keep going forward.” Mobei Jun stared at him. “I love you. And I trust you. I chose you as my husband because you are kind, and brave. And you treat me better than anyone ever has in my two lifetimes.”
Mobei Jun squeezed his eyes shut, like he was in pain. Shang Qinghua continued. It was his time to talk.
“It’s true. I love you more than life itself. I can’t believe that you love me too. That I get to have you all to myself, and forever.”
Mobei Jun looked at him then, a small, sad smile creeping at the corner of his lips. “Forever.”
Shang Qinghua nodded. “When we married. No, even before that. After your trial, and when you found me again, and you listened, and promised to never hurt me again. That’s when I knew. That you were my love. My soulmate. My husband.”
“Mine,” Mobei Jun repeated.
He chuckled. “Yup. I love you. Trust you. Choose you. And...I thank you. For being my husband.”
Mobei Jun kissed him, and Shang Qinghua laughed as he wiped the tears from his husband’s eyes.
Truly, so dramatic.
“Thank you,” Mobei Jun echoed quietly as they lay side by side. Chest to chest. Heart to heart. “Thank you, husband.”
Shang Qinghua hummed sleepily. Loved and safe and secure in his husband’s embrace.