Title: Silent Lover Author: Qiang Tang Translated by Condz Edited by Nata
Less than 3 days later, the details of Emperor Ye’s secret plan appeared in a letter to Zhenbei Wang.
Zhenbei Wang took one look and then tossed the letter in the brazier. A pair of brightly coloured hands appeared from behind to wrap around him.
“My Lord, it’s late. You’ve been busy the whole day, isn’t it time to rest? Let me help you relax.”
A flirtatious beauty clung to Zhenbei Wang. The voice was clearly that of a man, but the words were more charming than what any woman could say, but not to the point of being disgusting.
Zhenbei Wang grabbed his hand, and spun around to pin him down on top of the bed.
—
Shen Yu did not manage to regain Zhenbei Wang’s trust. Instead, he returned with a battered and tired body and sank into a deep sleep. After he felt better, he bathed and dressed himself, and prepared to do the same thing again.
Once more, Song Qing stopped him. In the past few days, Song Qing had stopped him three times for various reasons.
“The Lord is not in the manor,” Song Qing said stiffly.
Shen Yu inclined his head. He’s gone again? Was he busy with military affairs, or did he just not want to see him?
“When will he be back?” Shen Yu gestured.
Song Qing hesitated. He wasn’t used to lying, and decided to just stay silent.
“Are you lying to me?”
“No.” Song Qing denied it in a hurry. Seeing the frustration in Shen Yu’s brow, he swallowed uneasily.
“The Lord said that you angered him, so he wants you to copy all of the scrolls from before as a punishment. Once you’ve finished copying them, you can go see him.”
Song Qing really could not think of any more excuses. The scrolls that Zhenbei Wang left here, along with the military strategies he wrote, various training manuals and more, total at least a hundred. It should take Shen Yu some time to copy it all.
Shen Yu’s brow relaxed, and he smiled.
This was great, he just had to finish copying the scrolls and then he could see Zhenbei Wang.
Shen Yu practiced writing many words, and studied a couple books on military strategies. Living alone in this pavilion with no one to talk to, he spent his time looking at Zhenbei Wang’s personal documents and memorized them to heart. In case Zhenbei Wang was to test him, he would not answer wrongly.
Shen Yu ran outside joyfully and grabbed a handful of snow to put on the ink slab, melting it over the bronze basin. Then he carefully ground the inkstick, picked up the brush, and started copying.
Song Qing watched from the side. Since Shen Yu learned everything from Zhenbei Wang, his penmanship mimicked Zhenbei Wang’s to some degree. However, the basic structure was starkly different. Zhenbei Wang’s words were bold and forceful, whereas Shen Yu’s words lacked a level of resoluteness.
Deep into the night, Song Qing got bored of standing and took a nap next to the door. When he opened his eyes again, Shen Yu had lit a candle, and was still sitting there copying. Aside from a few yawns, it seemed like he hadn’t moved an inch.
Song Qing felt a stab of guilt. He knew Shen Yu would take any task seriously. Why did he lie to him, and make him do something that was bound to end up fruitless?
Song Qing could not bear to stay near. He was afraid that in a bout of impulsiveness, he would spill the cruel truth to Shen Yu.
Two days later, with the sky still not quite light, Shen Yu held a basket of scrolls with delight and woke Song Qing up. He had also dressed himself up, putting on face powder and liner, although not quite enough to conceal the dark circles under his eyes.
As if he was presenting a treasure, Shen Yu stuffed a heavy basket of scrolls into Song Qing’s arms, his smiling eyes like two twinkling crescent moons.
Two restless days and nights later, Shen Yu had finished copying the scrolls. He hadn’t shut his eyes for even half an hour.
Even without his gestures, Song Qing knew what he wanted to say.
“I’ve finished copying, quick, bring me to see my Lord!”
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Title: Silent Lover Author: Qiang Tang Translated by Condz Edited by Nata
Less than 3 days later, the details of Emperor Ye’s secret plan appeared in a letter to Zhenbei Wang.
Zhenbei Wang took one look and then tossed the letter in the brazier. A pair of brightly coloured hands appeared from behind to wrap around him.
“My Lord, it’s late. You’ve been busy the whole day, isn’t it time to rest? Let me help you relax.”
A flirtatious beauty clung to Zhenbei Wang. The voice was clearly that of a man, but the words were more charming than what any woman could say, but not to the point of being disgusting.
Zhenbei Wang grabbed his hand, and spun around to pin him down on top of the bed.
—
Shen Yu did not manage to regain Zhenbei Wang’s trust. Instead, he returned with a battered and tired body and sank into a deep sleep. After he felt better, he bathed and dressed himself, and prepared to do the same thing again.
Once more, Song Qing stopped him. In the past few days, Song Qing had stopped him three times for various reasons.
“The Lord is not in the manor,” Song Qing said stiffly.
Shen Yu inclined his head. He’s gone again? Was he busy with military affairs, or did he just not want to see him?
“When will he be back?” Shen Yu gestured.
Song Qing hesitated. He wasn’t used to lying, and decided to just stay silent.
“Are you lying to me?”
“No.” Song Qing denied it in a hurry. Seeing the frustration in Shen Yu’s brow, he swallowed uneasily.
“The Lord said that you angered him, so he wants you to copy all of the scrolls from before as a punishment. Once you’ve finished copying them, you can go see him.”
Song Qing really could not think of any more excuses. The scrolls that Zhenbei Wang left here, along with the military strategies he wrote, various training manuals and more, total at least a hundred. It should take Shen Yu some time to copy it all.
Shen Yu’s brow relaxed, and he smiled.
This was great, he just had to finish copying the scrolls and then he could see Zhenbei Wang.
Shen Yu practiced writing many words, and studied a couple books on military strategies. Living alone in this pavilion with no one to talk to, he spent his time looking at Zhenbei Wang’s personal documents and memorized them to heart. In case Zhenbei Wang was to test him, he would not answer wrongly.
Shen Yu ran outside joyfully and grabbed a handful of snow to put on the ink slab, melting it over the bronze basin. Then he carefully ground the inkstick, picked up the brush, and started copying.
Song Qing watched from the side. Since Shen Yu learned everything from Zhenbei Wang, his penmanship mimicked Zhenbei Wang’s to some degree. However, the basic structure was starkly different. Zhenbei Wang’s words were bold and forceful, whereas Shen Yu’s words lacked a level of resoluteness.
Deep into the night, Song Qing got bored of standing and took a nap next to the door. When he opened his eyes again, Shen Yu had lit a candle, and was still sitting there copying. Aside from a few yawns, it seemed like he hadn’t moved an inch.
Song Qing felt a stab of guilt. He knew Shen Yu would take any task seriously. Why did he lie to him, and make him do something that was bound to end up fruitless?
Song Qing could not bear to stay near. He was afraid that in a bout of impulsiveness, he would spill the cruel truth to Shen Yu.
Two days later, with the sky still not quite light, Shen Yu held a basket of scrolls with delight and woke Song Qing up. He had also dressed himself up, putting on face powder and liner, although not quite enough to conceal the dark circles under his eyes.
As if he was presenting a treasure, Shen Yu stuffed a heavy basket of scrolls into Song Qing’s arms, his smiling eyes like two twinkling crescent moons.
Two restless days and nights later, Shen Yu had finished copying the scrolls. He hadn’t shut his eyes for even half an hour.
Even without his gestures, Song Qing knew what he wanted to say.
“I’ve finished copying, quick, bring me to see my Lord!”
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