Loyalty - MoShang

J-just tell him

"So let me get this straight, you want to know how to make that fool, Shang Qinghua, happy?"

"Please don't call him that." Mobei Jun frowned.

"Right. Well, you couldn't have asked for an easier task. Just give him good food and a good book and he'll be satisfied." Shen Y internally rolled his eyes.

"But I don't want him to simply be satisfied, I want him to be happy." The demon king picked up a fine porcelain cup of tea that the peak lord had poured for him.

"Your highness I don't believe you realize just how much airp- I mean, Shang Qinghua admires you. He often comes to me just to complain about how handsome you are." Shen Qingqiu sighed. Luo Binghe glared at his subordinate making him feel uneasy, but his dark expression disappeared as soon as his shizun turned around. His jaw dropped as the man he knew as fierce and unforgiving gave his lover a teary-eyed look, like some lost puppy.

"Does shizun not find this poor disciple handsome." He looked like he was about to cry and Mobei Jun wanted to slap himself in the face.

This is what my Lord is like with his teacher? And to think he scared me...

The peak Lord sighed, hiding his flushed cheeks with a beautiful fan.

"Binghe is very handsome but that isn't the point." He said shyly. He frowned and turned back towards the ice demon. "Back to the topic at hand, all you need to do is tell him. I'm sure that idio- I mean, he would be ecstatic if you told him you cared for him as more than just a servant."

Mobei Jun was unconvinced, everything he had ever cared about was taken from him. He had only ever hurt Shang Qinghua, it didn't make sense to him, he couldn't possibly be happy around him. He would just end up leaving like everyone else.

He could not risk losing something else. He could not risk losing him. Not when he knows how his uncle would react, he would take advantage of the situation and hurt Shang Qinghua, he would take him away from Mobei Jun. The peak Lord was too dear, too loyal, too kind for him to let anything like that ever happen to him.

"I think I've heard enough, thank you for your time honorable master Shen. I will leave first."

He mumbled rather dejectedly. Shen Qingqiu had a knowing look on his face and the demon felt stripped down to the bone as if the man could read his mind and see all of his sins.

It was unnerving.

"Please take my words into consideration."

He said before waving his hand in dismissal. As soon as Mobei Jun set foot into the portal he noticed Binghe throwing himself at his lover. He stifled a chuckle as he returned to his homeland. When he arrived in his palace he darted straight towards his room. He was feeling nauseous and as much as he knew he wanted to see his servant's face he simply didn't dare call for him. He would let this attachment die out in time. He simply couldn't let Shang Qinghua become his weakness, not with everything that was at stake.

He didn't get a wink of sleep that night. He couldn't stop all the anxious thoughts running through his mind.

What if Shang Qinghua began to hate him and decided to leave? What if he never wanted to see him again?

He knew exactly what he would do if that happened, and he hated the thought. He knew his temper was as unpredictable as the weather but he would never admit it. He knew how cruel he was, how cruel he could be and had been. His mind was parasitic, its negativity soaredd through every fibre of his being like wildfire. He could feel sweat dripping from his forehead, a cold shiver run down his spine. He began bouncing his leg up and down in anguish. He grasped his hair as thoughts rushed through his mind.

Before he knew it, it was already morning and soon enough a knock sounded at the door. He knew who it was and dreaded opening the door.

"This humble one will have to enter My king's chambers to wake him. I must remind my king that he has a meeting with the court officials in half an hour."

The quiet voice echoed in the demon's ears. Surely enough it was Shang Qinghua. Mobei Jun forced himself to stand up and walk over to the door. He took a deep breath, regained his composure, and opened the door. He had wanted to look as indifferent as possible, but fate seemed to have other plans.

As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by the sleepy-looking brunette who, in his fatigue, hadn't dressed quite appropriately. His outer robe hung off of one shoulder and his inner one was not tied properly, revealing his neck and part of his chest. Mobei Jun's face turned very red before slamming the door in the cultivator's face, earning himself a startled squeal.

What did he think he was doing showing up to his room in such a state?

Mobei Jun fumed as blood rushes to unspeakable places.

He was afraid he was going to have to postpone his meeting ...

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I had to write this on my phone bc i wasn't at home so i apologize for any mistakes...

I know its short buti didn't have a whole lotta time but ireally wantted to get a chapter out...