Bonus 1 Part 3

Sheng Lingyuan said, "Let bygones be bygones. Look at me, do you still want to keep bringing up those unpleasant things?"

He spoke while lifting his eyes slightly, and there was a black mist in his eyes, like a pair of traps that could never be escaped from.

"Little Ji..."

Just then, the couple fighting upstairs acted as if they were translating for him, "You can't handle even a small argument, do you have any sense?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

He was truly grateful for this couple!

Xuan Ji suddenly woke up and realized that he had almost fallen into temptation just now.

At the same time, he felt some other changes in his body, which made him furious.

He pushed him away and scolded, "You've been beaten into a pulp and still have the energy to use illusions on me? Are you crazy?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Xuan Ji stormed off into the study, slamming the door behind him. Before Sheng Lingyuan could even blink, he had already burst out of the room like a tsunami.

Sheng Lingyuan rubbed his nose and said, "Xiao Ji, I really hadn't..."

But before he could finish, Xuan Ji, with a face as cold as water and as fast as lightning, picked up a fish bone, stuffed it under Sheng Lingyuan's nose, and then stormed off again.

Sheng Lingyuan muttered, "Used illusions..."

For the first time in his life, His Majesty had been wrongly accused.

It was a new and peculiar experience for him. He savored the crispy, burnt fish skin and found it surprisingly appetizing.

Slowly and deliberately, he finished half of the fish and then chuckled to himself as he gazed at the door of his study.

Suddenly, the 'too weak to stand' Emperor rose quietly and efficiently cleared the table.

He dipped his finger in water and drew a circle around the food, adding a preservation charm with ease. After finishing, he paused, made a few adjustments to the charm, and made it look shaky and barely formed.

Then, he picked up his phone and retired to his room, ready to charm his way out of trouble tomorrow.

He suddenly realized that he had plenty of time and no need to rush anything.

He just didn't expect this divine bird to have such a short temper.

After turning off the lights in the living room, Xuan Ji came out to pour water and found that Sheng Lingyuan had left the refrigerator unused half a meter away and insisted on wasting energy to draw symbols.

He stared at the very shaky talisman for half a minute and suddenly realized that this life was completely unfamiliar to Lingyuan.

The emperor had become accustomed to showing off his strength, appearing to be at ease on the surface, but in reality, it wasn't so easy to adapt, was it?

Xuan Ji's heart suddenly felt sour, soft, and uneasy. He couldn't help but sneak into the bedroom to see him.

Sure enough, he saw that Sheng Lingyuan only occupied half of the bed, and he didn't even wake him up when he entered.

Sheng Lingyuan's eyebrows were always slightly furrowed, not a peaceful and sweet sleeping face... it was the face that had accompanied him through countless silent nights.

Xuan Ji had always wanted to hug him when he frowned, so he acted on impulse...

In the middle of the night, Xuan Ji climbed into bed and was caught in the act in the morning.

The heat rising from his lower back crawled up to his neck and ears. Without a word, he got up and tried to leave, but was stopped by Sheng Lingyuan.

"Little Ji," Sheng Lingyuan took the opportunity to speak, "the illusion under the Biquan Mountain was not something I came up with on the spot."

Xuan Ji frowned, "So, you made it up just then?"

Sheng Lingyuan replied, "I read about it in a miscellaneous book when I was young."

Xuan Ji let out a sarcastic laugh, feeling that the emperor might not have woken up yet and was just making up nonsense.

After all, when Sheng Lingyuan was young, he didn't know he was a big demon. He was pure and righteous, how could he have learned such unorthodox methods?

"I mean, Your Majesty, you really..." Xuan Ji started to say.

"At that time, I thought, as a mortal, what would happen to Tong after a hundred years? He wouldn't grow up, he would have no one to rely on, and he would be all alone. What would he do?" Sheng Lingyuan interrupted.

Xuan Ji was taken aback.

"So I wanted to leave something for you. It was a spell from the Nightmare demon clan, and I wanted to give it to you when I was about to die. This thing can stay in your mind, and whenever you encounter something during the day or dream at night, the 'me' in your dream will accompany you again... until you no longer need me and forget about Brother Lingyuan."

Sheng Lingyuan opened his arms and said vaguely, "It's cold, come warm me up."

Xuan Ji was gently pulled back into his embrace and silently listened to the sound of his heartbeat, slow but steady, much stronger than before.

"Lingyuan..."

"Shh..." Sheng Lingyuan raised a finger to his lips, "Don't speak, let me hold you for a while, little Ji..."

His hand slipped quietly into the hem of Xuan Ji's sleeping gown.

In the distance, a light swept by before fading away.

Sheng Lingyuan opened his eyes unnoticed by Xuan Ji, and the corners of his affectionate eyes narrowed, revealing a mischievous glint.

This little demon had been giving him a hard time in the dream world, and if he didn't get revenge today, it would be a waste of the emperor's acting skills for pretending to be injured for several days.

"Lingyuan," Xuan Ji suddenly spoke from his embrace, "I have a question for you."

Sheng Lingyuan responded with a grunt, sniffing the scent of Xuan Ji's hair and secretly forming a hand gesture.

Xuan Ji continued, "Aren't you supposed to be too weak to even stand? How did you manage to break so many pieces of furniture as soon as you opened your eyes?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Xuan Ji grabbed his wrist as he quietly formed a hand seal.

His intense aura aggressively wrapped around him - although the emperor wasn't pretending to be as sick as he seemed, he was still slowly recovering.

Before he could catch his breath, Xuan Ji's demonic energy leaked out from his hand seal and he pressed his wrist onto the pillow.

"Playing dead," Xuan Ji gritted his teeth, revealing a sinister smile. "Pretending to be sick, pretending to be lame, deceiving me... several times."

"I see that Your Majesty is recovering quite quickly," he continued. "Since we're all unable to sleep, why don't we settle the score?"