CH 38.1

Translator – Xiao He Lian

Chapter 38.1

WARNING – This chapter mentions about attempt suicide. 

It is really not easy to live in this powerful and insalubrious ancient time. Some people kill others as easily as trampling ants to death and they don’t even need to give the victim’s family an explanation. Even if Shi Ye magnanimously spared him this time, maybe one day his head will be separated from his body if he accidentally does something wrong or says the wrong thing.

He obviously escaped the Wen family’s schemes and avoided the design of the plot but unfortunately he still cannot avoid Shi Ye, the future tyrant.

The more Wen Chi thought about it, the more unbearable he felt. He was angry with Shi Ye and he was also angry with himself, as a modern person he was so weak and useless in ancient times.

He thought he could turn around by relying on the locust plague but since he came back from meeting with the emperor, he hasn’t heard any news. The emperor just rewarded him with a bunch of things. Other than that, he seems to have forgotten his existence …

WARNING

Wen Chi’s back was pressed against the edge of the barrel and his body slowly slid down. Soon, he submerged himself in the hot water.

Time passed slowly.

The feeling of suffocation creeped up bit by bit.

Wen Chi felt the air slowly being sucked away from his chest and for a moment it seemed that even all his senses became distant and there was only the sound of wobbling water in his ears.

Drowning is very unpleasant and requires a certain process to die.

During this period, countless thoughts of wanting to stand up flooded Wen Chi’s mind but he forcibly endured them all.

Almost there.

He was about to be freed.

Wen Chi was in great pain but fortunately his consciousness had become blurred, he could no longer tell whether he was alive or dead. So he could only hug his legs numbly, waiting for the darkness to descend completely.

He should be dead…

Finally, he thought so.

END OF WARNING 

Unexpectedly, just as he finished thinking, a hand suddenly descended from the above, grabbed his hair and lifted him up from the water.

The severe pain recalled all of Wen Chi’s consciousness at once and he felt so clearly that he was out of the suffocating water and the fresh air rushed towards his face.

Wen Chi no longer had the energy to think about what was going on, he opened his mouth instinctively, gasping for air and there was no trace of blood on his pale face.

After a long time, he struggled out of that bout of despair.

Then he fixed his eyes and saw a familiar face.

Wen Chi: “…”

If he was not hallucinating, at this moment, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Shi Ye was crouching expressionlessly in front of the wooden barrel, one hand on the edge of the barrel and the other hand grasping his hair, his eyes gazing at him expressionlessly.

Shi Ye was still wearing the clothes from before and the black ink on his face was not yet wiped off and the neckline was full of spots of ink.

Wen Chi stared blankly at the “masterpieces” on Shi Ye’s body, all of which were made by him. He didn’t expect Shi Ye, who is such a clean person, to come here without changing his clothes.

The two people just stared at each other.

After a long time, Wen Chi couldn’t hold back and said,  “What do you want from me?”

Shi Ye silently let go of the hand holding his hair, seemed to think for a moment and then pulled the corner of his mouth: “Do you know what happened to the last person who threw a tantrum at Bengong?”

Wen Chi pursed his lips and remained silent.

“That person’s heart was dug out by Bengong.” Shi Ye seemed to recall something bad, the arc of his mouth was slowly suppressed and a layer of frost covered his eyes, “Bengong wanted her to watch with her own eyes as Bengong crushed her heart. Benogng wanted her to die but not die too easily.”

Wen Chi snorted.

He thought to himself that some people didn’t need to throw a tantrum at Shi Ye to die in a very ugly way.

Shi Ye withdrew his thoughts and returned to his previous indifferent expression. He said to Wen Chi, “So do you know what to do?”

Wen Chi said, “I don’t know.”

Shi Ye said: “I will give you a chance to make up for your mistakes.”

Wen Chi thought for a while, then suddenly tilted his head and asked solemnly: “I don’t want to make up for my mistakes, can I apologize with death?”

Shi Ye didn’t seem to expect him to say these words, and there was a hint of consternation in his expression.

Before Shi Ye could react, Wen Chi immersed himself in the hot water again.

But just as he was immersed, Shi Ye grabbed his hair again and lifted him up from the water like a chicken.

Wen Chi only felt water rushing past his ears and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Shi Ye’s sullen face.

“Bengong waited for you at the lake and then came to the Bamboo flute residence to look for you. Bengong waited for you for so long and you did not even say a word of apology at all instead you actually dared to seek death in front of Bengong. Do you think Bengong won’t let you die?”

Even though Shi Ye was still wearing a half-face mask, his appearance at this time was still terrifying. The anger in his eyes almost overflowed along his gaze, even with a faint killing intent.

Wen Chi was grabbed by Shi Ye’s hair, just like a little chicken in Shi Ye’s hand, not daring to move.

Shi Ye approached him with a livid face and all the hot air he exhaled sprayed on Wen Chi’s face: “Do you think death can solve everything? Do you think I will let you die so easily? I’m telling you, death is not painful, what is painful is the process of dying. If you really want to seek death, Bengong can fulfill it for you. Bengong will let you suffer for seven days and seven nights before killing you.”

Wen Chi was stunned and he even began to regret that he hadn’t died sooner.

At this moment, he could only look helplessly at Shi Ye who was burning with anger. He believed that Shi Ye would do what he said and also believed that Shi Ye really had the ability to make him suffer for seven days and seven nights before killing him.

Shi Ye’s hand holding his hair slid down to his cheek and finally pinched his chin.

“Tell me.” Shi Ye’s voice was hoarse, apparently he was also very angry just now, “Do you still want to die?”

Wen Chi was drenched in water, his wet black hair stuck to both sides of his cheeks, and the soft candlelight shone on him, coating his fair skin with a layer of warm yellow light.

He looked extremely pitiful, his beautiful almond eyes were widened by fright. The corners of his eyes were flushed and his thin lips were trembling slightly, not knowing whether it was from the cold or from being frightened.

He gasped: “For the sake of serving you for so many days, please give me a good ending.”