SGT CH149: Crashed into the Shadow Guard’s Knees

The carriage jolted, and he crashed into Shadow One time after time.

Shadow One knelt on the ground with both knees, voluntarily surrendering himself to be bound.

The guards finally understood who His Majesty wanted to take down. They silently took out ropes and tied the person up.

The shadow guard who had saved His Majesty was tied up alongside the assassin who had been kept alive.

Seeing this scene, the guards couldn’t help but sigh in their hearts.

Mousse walked down quickly from the attic.

Looking at the ropes on Shadow One, he frowned slightly.

He questioned the guards: “Why ropes? Where are the chains?”

Shadow One had recovered his internal energy. With Shadow One’s strength, these ordinary ropes couldn’t bind him at all. As long as he wanted to run, he could break free at any time.

The head guard stepped forward, bracing himself to ask for forgiveness: “Your Majesty, there are no chains.”

Who brings chains on an incognito tour?

Even these two ropes were taken from the nearby residence.

“If we send someone back to fetch them, they can be brought within half an hour,” the head guard said.

“Never mind.”

Mousse looked at Shadow One, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands bound, and said:

“Zhen will watch him personally.”

He trusted that Shadow One wouldn’t hurt him.

Back then, when Shadow One wanted to break into the Imperial Prison to save the Second Prince, all the guards in the palace couldn’t stop him. But when he appeared, Shadow One obediently disarmed and came back with him.

Shadow One knelt silently with his head lowered from beginning to end, not saying a word.

Whether the Emperor wanted to bind him with chains or eventually changed his mind, his expression remained unchanged.

As if the person being dealt with wasn’t him.

Only when the Emperor approached him did his eyelashes tremble slightly, his lowered gaze moving with the silvery-white hem embroidered with intricate patterns.

Mousse stopped in front of Shadow One, looked at him for a while, and ordered the guards:

“Throw him into the carriage.”

Mousse didn’t feel safe staying outside the palace any longer.

Shadow One had the ability to escape.

Only by taking him back to the heavily guarded palace could he feel at ease.

For the first time, Mousse urgently wanted to return to that cage-like palace.

Even if it was a cage, as long as it could confine Shadow One, confine Shadow One with him, it was the best building in the world.

The guards escorted Shadow One out.

Mousse followed behind with a darkened face.

The steward only heard the commotion now and arrived late in a hurry.

Seeing the “Eldest Master” being pressed by guards, and then looking at the gloomy “Second Master” following behind, the steward was confused.

“Master, what are you…”

Mousse paused slightly, remembering their public identity.

But he really wasn’t in the mood to play the role of deeply affectionate brothers right now.

He just said expressionlessly: “None of your business. Guard this residence well.”

Although there probably wouldn’t be a chance to come here again.

Mousse sighed in his heart.

Just as he agreed to give this house to Shadow One, this happened.

Meeting assassins, Shadow One breaking through the internal energy seal.

He wouldn’t dare to take Shadow One out of the palace easily in the future.

Just as he was thinking, he saw the guard lift the carriage curtain and throw Shadow One, whose hands were bound behind his back, inside.

Mousse: “???”

You really threw him?!

Mousse kicked away the guard blocking the carriage, hurriedly lifted his robe hem, stepped onto the carriage, and bent over to enter to check on Shadow One’s condition.

Shadow One didn’t resist when thrown into the carriage, letting himself fall into the carriage following the guard’s force.

Just as his body was about to hit the decorations inside the carriage, his instinct as a martial artist made him adjust his posture.

So, when Mousse boarded the carriage, what he saw was Shadow One kneeling upright with his head lowered.

The carriage was covered with a thick fur carpet, and Shadow One didn’t look like he was hurt.

But Mousse was still worried, leaning down to check.

“Didn’t get hurt or bump into anything, did you?”

Shadow One shook his head and answered in a low voice: “Did not knock over Your Majesty’s tea set.”

Who asked about the tea set?

Mousse touched Shadow One’s body, and seeing no abnormality, he relaxed and turned back to order the driving guard to return to the palace.

The carriage started slowly.

Shadow One saw the Emperor still squatting in front of him and felt a bit worried.

Even though His Majesty’s personal guards had excellent driving skills, there would ultimately be shaking and vibration inside the carriage.

His Majesty wasn’t a martial artist and had average control over body balance. If the carriage had a bumpy sudden stop, wouldn’t His Majesty fall?

Mousse noticed Shadow One’s worried and uneasy expression.

He was intimate with Shadow One just a moment ago, and tied him up the next. Shadow One naturally would be uneasy.

Mousse reached out to hug him, stroked his face, kissed his lips, and comforted:

“As long as you stay obediently by Zhen’s side, Zhen won’t do anything to you.”

“But if you dare to escape…”

Mousse’s voice deepened, and his gaze became fierce.

He pinched Shadow One’s chin, threatening in a low voice.

“Zhen will chain your limbs with iron chains, confine you in Zhen’s bedchamber, and let you go nowhere.”

A trace of confusion appeared in Shadow One’s eyes.

Is there any difference between the two?

The latter sounds particularly appealing.

But Shadow One still followed his heart and replied:

“I will absolutely never leave Your Majesty.”

Even if His Majesty drove him away, he would prostrate and beg His Majesty to let him stay.

“Your mouth is quite sweet.”

They hadn’t arrived at the palace yet, so Mousse dared not relax his vigilance.

His hand remained on Shadow One, maintaining a posture ready to pin him down immediately if Shadow One made any strange movements.

The sounds of hawking outside grew louder; the carriage had reached the street.

Since they were traveling incognito, Mousse didn’t bring many guards, and the carriage was of an inconspicuous style, so it was impossible to clear the streets in advance.

On the crowded street, the carriage moved slowly, stopping and going.

Shadow One knelt steadily, motionless as a mountain.

Mousse wasn’t doing well; squatting unsteadily, like a wobbling tumbler toy being pushed.

Shadow One was worried and wanted to advise His Majesty to sit on the soft cushion of the seat.

Before he could speak, the carriage suddenly stopped abruptly.

Mousse, squatting unsteadily, pitched forward abruptly, pounced onto Shadow One, and crashed between Shadow One’s knees.

Shadow One’s arms were bound behind his back, unable to reach out to support him.

Afraid His Majesty would hit the carriage wall, he could only adjust his posture to catch His Majesty with his body. His own back hit the carriage wall, and his legs were knocked open by His Majesty.

Shadow One let out a muffled groan.

Hearing his muffled groan, Mousse hurriedly propped himself up to check.

“Shadow One? Are you okay?”

“Answering Your Majesty, I am fine.”

Shadow One answered in a low voice, but his voice was unsteady.

And his face gradually flushed red.

Seeing Shadow One’s slightly enduring but not painful appearance, Mousse was puzzled.

As his gaze moved down, he realized belatedly that their posture was not quite right.

Shadow One was pressed against the carriage wall by him, with no room to move.

And his knees were pressing against Shadow One, his hands also pressing on Shadow One’s body.

The guard’s voice asking for forgiveness came from outside the carriage.

Mousse gazed at Shadow One, whose face was flushed and eyelashes trembling, and without raising his head, told the guard to continue driving.

The carriage started swaying again.

Mousse didn’t get up.

Given the degree of the carriage’s shaking, instead of squatting and expending energy like before, it was better like this.

Could also suppress Shadow One better, preventing him from escaping.

Finding a suitable reason for himself, Mousse pressed on Shadow One with peace of mind.

He relaxed his body completely, crashing into Shadow One time after time with the bumps of the carriage.

Where one falls, there one lies.

Indeed comfortable.

When Shadow One looked over pleadingly, he complained half-truthfully:

“The carriage is too shaky. Zhen can’t stabilize at all. You can understand, right?”

Shadow One could understand.

He just didn’t understand why His Majesty didn’t go back to sit on the soft cushion of the seat.

[Just came in. May I ask if this is playing some exciting play?]

[If it were a quarter of an hour ago, I would answer you that Little Cupcake is acting up again, pulling up his pants and turning hostile, tying people up right after sleeping with them. But now… I don’t know how to answer either.]

[Did the scum gong value rise? Didn’t rise? Then it’s fine.]

[Requirements are getting lower and lower. As long as Little Cupcake doesn’t stab the heart and Brother X doesn’t dig out the heart, you can do whatever you want.]

[Can’t be like this! Still have to struggle a bit. How can you tie people up at the drop of a hat? Too disrespectful!]

[But Brother X looks like he’s feeling super good.]

Mousse glanced at the text on the light screen, frowned, and silently used his body to cover Shadow One more tightly.

Previously, when he was intimate with Shadow One, the light screen would darken.

Now perhaps because both he and Shadow One were fully dressed and had no further actions, the light screen didn’t make a judgment and was still on.

His blocking Shadow One like this resulted in Shadow One being completely shrouded under him.

Mousse felt Shadow One’s breathing become noticeably rapid, and even his body trembled slightly.

“Forbidden.”

Mousse subconsciously stopped him.

The light screen was still on; how could he do this in front of others?

Shadow One’s trembling body stiffened.

He actually stopped, forcibly interrupted.

In the year he served as a dog for His Majesty, his excretion and release were controlled by His Majesty.

His body was accustomed to obeying His Majesty’s orders. Without His Majesty’s permission, he couldn’t find relief at all.

Shadow One closed his eyes, smelling His Majesty’s close breath, enduring silently.

Back in the palace.

The carriage stopped.

Mousse got up and tidied his clothes.

Given Shadow One’s current state, he probably couldn’t walk. Mousse planned to carry Shadow One down.

Just as he was about to act, he looked down and saw Shadow One had already knelt straight by himself.

Except for his face being slightly redder, nothing unusual could be seen under the cover of his robes.

Mousse was a bit surprised and asked: “Can you still walk?”

“Yes,” Shadow One answered in a deep voice.

Mousse thought for a moment and said: “Then follow up.”

Mousse got off the carriage first, gave Shadow One a hand when he got off, helped him down, then let go and let him walk by himself.

Mousse walked in front, quietly paying attention to Shadow One behind him from the corner of his eye.

He saw Shadow One following behind him with his head lowered, walking steadily, showing no abnormality at all.

Mousse remembered earlier, he favored Shadow One on the attic for several hours, from high noon to sunset.

When it ended, Shadow One looked like his soul had flown away.

But then he could get up briskly to dress him, and fight assassins without being affected at all.

Even solved all assassins one against nine.

Mousse compared himself, who wobbled even when squatting in the carriage.

“…”

The contrast was too tragic.

This must not be his problem.

It was Shadow One’s constitution that was too heaven-defying.

Back in the bedchamber, Mousse asked the imperial physician to examine Shadow One, concluding without a doubt that Shadow One had broken through the internal energy seal by himself.

When the imperial physician asked whether to perform acupuncture again to seal the meridians, Mousse was silent for a while, then let the imperial physician leave first, and also dismissed the palace servants waiting in the hall.

After everyone left, Mousse looked at Shadow One, who was tied to the chair, and asked:

“How long did it take you to break open the meridians and recover your internal energy?”

Shadow One pursed his lips, his eyelashes trembling.

“Zhen wants to hear the truth.”

“…Three breaths.”

Three breaths, the time of three breaths.

Mousse only then realized how ridiculous it was for him to have someone seal Shadow One’s internal energy before.

Shadow One only needed three breaths to break open the meridians by himself.

His internal energy being sealed before was only because he allowed his internal energy to be sealed.

As long as he wanted, he could recover his internal energy at any time.

Mousse looked down at Shadow One, who was tied to the chair as if having lost all abilities.

He knew clearly in his heart that as long as he wanted, he could break free from the ropes at any time, leave this palace, and leave him.

But why was he still sitting in front of him, allowing this fragile rope to bind him?

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