They are not human! (From chapter 61)

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Wen Qing's body stiffened. Slowly, he raised his eyes to see Si Kong standing on the steps, smiling gently and looking at him warmly.
Despite the gentle tone and warm expression, Wen Qing felt a chill deep inside, his back starting to feel cold.
Nervously clenching his palms, he quickly lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly at Si Kong, fearing that he might fail to maintain his act.
Wen Qing pressed his lips together, trying to greet Si Kong in a normal tone, but he stuttered, "Wh-what a coincidence."
"Yes, it is." Si Kong lowered his gaze, seemingly unconcerned about Wen Qing's trembling voice.
His eyes naturally fell on Wen Qing's lips, which parted and closed, revealing the faint wetness of his tongue.
This human clearly had no intention of seducing anyone, yet every movement, every word, inexplicably stirred their emotions and desires.
Si Kong stared at Wen Qing's lips, remembering what Yu Xing had said:
[You're so greedy. Aren't two sons enough?]
[If Si Kong saw... do you think he would join in?]
Si Kong had been dismissive last night, but now, seeing Wen Qing in front of him, he felt the answer was yes.
Especially having seen how Wen Qing looked when kissed by Yu Xing.
Si Kong's eyes darkened, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.
He wanted to kiss Wen Qing, to ravage his soft lips.
To hear his moist, sticky moans and see the conflicted expressions of pain and pleasure on his face.
Si Kong's eyes grew deeper, the corners of his mouth slowly curling up.
Wen Qing had no idea what Si Kong was thinking. He only felt the particularly intense gaze, his heart pounding with nerves.
Even without knowing the reason, he sensed it wouldn't be anything good.
Wen Qing clenched his palms tighter, feeling a faint pain. His mind raced, and after a moment, he said to Si Kong, "That, that mirror..."
"What exactly is it?"
Wen Qing exhaled, trying to mask his nervous fear with a puzzled expression as he looked at Si Kong.
Si Kong looked into his clear eyes, imagining them filled with desire, turning red with emotion.
He said slowly, "It's a relic left by Father."
"If Mother wants it, of course, it's yours."
Wen Qing was startled that the mirror was something from Si Kong's father.
Not Si Kong himself.
Wen Qing remembered something he had overlooked.
If the three young masters came out of the mirror, then there had to be the real Si Kong, Yu Xing, and Ji Yu first.
The three young masters were created by their father.
The true master of the castle should be stronger than Si Kong, Yu Xing, and Ji Yu.
A fourth god?
Or... their real father?
...
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched. This instance seemed to involve something monumental.
He couldn't help but press his lips together.
Si Kong watched his tightly pressed lips and softly asked, "What's wrong?"
"Don't you like that mirror?"
Wen Qing nodded slowly, saying, "I'm not used to it."
"Can the mirror be taken away?"
Upon hearing this, Si Kong chuckled, "It's already yours."
Wen Qing lowered his eyelashes. As expected, Si Kong didn't intend to help with the mirror.
Si Kong descended one more step, saying lightly, "It's your possession. You can deal with it however you like."
Wen Qing was taken aback.
Si Kong casually remarked, "He's just a human."
"Humans are very fragile."
"They can die at any time."
Then, Si Kong gently stroked Wen Qing's hand, saying calmly, "If you need anything, just ask Asha."
Wen Qing's face paled, understanding Si Kong's implication.
Si Kong wanted him to kill.
To kill Wen Jing.
Wen Qing curled his fingers, not daring to say more, and dryly replied, "I understand."
He cautiously tried to retract his hand, but Si Kong's grip tightened around his wrist.
Wen Qing whispered, "You should go attend to your business."
Si Kong held onto his wrist, not letting go, and asked casually, "Where are you going?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes fluttered, "Back to my room."
"Is that so," Si Kong, looking at his nervous expression, chuckled, "The castle has been getting emptier. If you're bored, why not join me in selecting maids?"
Wen Qing's fingers trembled, knowing Si Kong meant 'empty' as in dead.
He slowly said, "I'm not bored, it's fine."
Si Kong asked again, "Then shall we go see the flowers?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes fluttered even more, "No need..."
Not knowing what Si Kong would ask next, he took the initiative, "I'm a bit tired and want to rest in my room."
Wen Qing tried to take a step up, but Si Kong, holding his wrist, chuckled, "If you're not comfortable with the mirror in your room, why not rest in mine?"
Wen Qing halted.
Si Kong had given him three options.
Compared to seeing the blood roses or going to Si Kong's room, choosing the maids was safer.
Wen Qing pressed his lips together and quietly said, "I, I suddenly feel a bit bored."
"Let's go select the maids."
Si Kong chuckled and slowly released his hand.
Wen Qing exhaled, following Si Kong downstairs at a slow pace.
This time, they didn't go to the small cabin where the gardeners were chosen but to a reception room on the first floor of the castle.
The reception room was vast, with paintings on the walls and sofas in the center.
Si Kong casually sat in the main seat.
Wen Qing paused and discreetly sat on a single sofa to the side.
Keeping a certain distance from Si Kong, he felt slightly more at ease.
"Master, Madam."
A familiar voice sounded. Wen Qing looked up to see Asha and Lily.
The two stood before Si Kong, and Lily said, "The newcomers just entered the rose garden and need some time."
Si Kong responded, tapping the sofa with his fingers, and instructed Asha, "Bring some of Madam's favorite food."
"Yes."
Soon, Asha returned with cakes and milk tea.
She placed the cake down and poured a cup of milk tea for Wen Qing. Just as she handed it to him, a deep voice interrupted, "Asha."
Startled, Asha's hand shook, spilling the tea.
Wen Qing quickly moved aside. The milk tea spilled on the sofa, not on him.
Asha turned pale, kneeling down immediately.
Before she could speak, Si Kong coldly said, "So careless..."
"You dirtied Madam's seat."
Wen Qing felt a sinking feeling; Si Kong had called out to Asha on purpose.
Unhappy with where he was sitting.
Asha trembled, her face ashen, stammering, "Please, please punish Asha..."
Wen Qing took a deep breath and softly said, "It's okay."
He slowly stood up and walked towards Si Kong, "I'll just change seats."
Wen Qing sat down next to Si Kong, not too close but not too far, keeping half an arm's distance.
Asha remained kneeling, shaking with fear.
Wen Qing said, "Asha, I'd like some red tea. Could you get it for me?"
"Yes," Asha quickly stood up, stumbling out of the room.
She didn't forget to close the door behind her.
The reception room was now silent with just Wen Qing and Si Kong.
Feeling the cold aura beside him, Wen Qing curled his fingers, heart pounding with anxiety.
The room was so quiet he could hear his own breathing and heartbeat clearly.
Very tense.
Si Kong surely knew he was scared.
While thinking this, Wen Qing felt a hand suddenly on his waist.
He shivered, nearly jumping up.
Si Kong asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing whispered, "A-a bit cold."
The next moment, the hand on Wen Qing's waist grew warmer.
Not just Si Kong's hand; the surrounding cold dissipated, replaced by heat, as if the room's temperature had risen several degrees.
Before long, Wen Qing felt hot, his mouth dry.
Trying to ignore Si Kong's hand, he picked up his cup, drinking all the water quickly.
His actions were hurried and nervous, even splashing some water on his cheeks.
As he put down the cup, he saw Si Kong staring directly at him.
Wen Qing tensed, unable to react before Si Kong grabbed his hand.
Holding Wen Qing's hand with one, Si Kong raised the other, gently touching his cheek, softly saying, "Your face is wet."
"Let me wipe it for you."
As he spoke, Si Kong's fingers brushed the water, slowly moving towards Wen Qing's lips.
Wen Qing's lips felt a chill, followed by the moist touch of Si Kong's fingers.
Si Kong curled his fingers, his fingertips parting Wen Qing's lips slightly.
"Your lips are wet too, Mother."