The Glory After Rebirth [ɇÇ”Ÿä¹‹Å°Šè£] Chapter 570- 571

Chapter 570: Daily Life (4)

Yuwen Tong, though claiming that he wanted to draw a picture, was actually attempting to unclothe Ling Zhang, which instantly put the latter on full alert.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to draw a picture? Why are you disrobing me?” asked Ling Zhang as he gripped his own collar to prevent Yuwen Tong from stripping him.

“Because I want to draw a picture,” answered Yuwen Tong, as though explaining the obvious.

Ling Zhang, ” … “

A You’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me look of disbelief written all over his eyes, he did not slacken his grasp. Yuwen Tong, unable to continue undressing him, added resignedly, “Last night you agreed to let me draw a picture on your back.”

Ling Zhang’s eyes widened with amazement. Dr–Draw a picture on his back?

How was that possible? He would never agree to such … such preposterous request from Yuwen Tong!

“That’s ridiculous. You’re lying, trying to take advantage of my loss of memories of last night!” averred Ling Zhang.

Yuwen Tong said, “I’m not. You gave me your word. Last night you … “

What Yuwen Tong recounted to him next instantly made Ling Zhang’s face flush with sudden heat, for Yuwen Tong’s account of the story was so embarrassing. Now he had also vaguely recalled some details about what happened last night. It seemed that he had indeed undertaken to do something for Yuwen Tong.

“That’s because I was drunk, and you wheedled me into agreeing to that. It doesn’t count as a promise,” demurred Ling Zhang hastily.

Yuwen Tong looked at him quietly for a moment. “Are you telling me you’re going back on your word? I’ve been expecting this since last night, and I’ve even got the pigments ready – I spent quite some time preparing them after the court meeting. I even went over in detail how to draw it several times in my mind.”

Ling Zhang glanced at Yuwen Tong’s reproving eyes and quickly looked away, feeling a trifle guilty. But this was not his fault. Clearly Yuwen Tong had cajoled him into agreeing to do that when he had been … been in that state. Why was Yuwen Tong acting like he, Ling Zhang, was the one in the wrong?

Yuwen Tong was still gazing at him silently. It was a few moments before Yuwen Tong said, “You’re really not letting me draw on your back?”

He sounded crestfallen, the delight on his face gone. Seeing that Ling Zhang refused to budge, he released his grip on Ling Zhang’s clothes and, head down, began to quietly stow away the paint set on the desk that had been in readiness for quite some time …

Ling Zhang watched as he silently put away the stuff. Though Yuwen Tong was not speaking, it was unmistakable that he felt hard done by.

Ling Zhang, ” … “

Yuwen Tong was doing this on purpose. He was putting on a wronged-husband act!

“Okay, okay, stop sulking. I’ll let you draw it, but you must tell me how long my back has to bear that picture. I don’t want anything like that to stay on my skin forever. And don’t you dare draw anything indecent!”

Yuwen Tong stopped stowing things away and looked up at him. “Do I have your word?”

Ling Zhang, ” … You have my word.”

Asshole. Yuwen Tong sure as hell did that to guilt-trip him into relenting.

The moment Ling Zhang agreed, Yuwen Tong quickly returned everything to its original position and then held Ling Zhang’s neckband.

Ling Zhang was still clutching his collar, showing no intention to remove his hands.

Yuwen Tong just looked at him.

Ling Zhang, after a few moments’ silence, slackened his grip.

Yuwen Tong immediately disrobed him. He did it so quick Ling Zhang had a sneaking suspicion that Yuwen Tong could do magic.

When all Ling Zhang’s clothes had been taken off, Yuwen Tong’s burning eyes raked his body, the expression in them evidently different from how it had been a few moments ago.

“Let me get this straight – you’re not to do anything other than draw the picture,” said Ling Zhang hastily. His waist was too sore to endure any more strenuous exercise. They had made out for long hours last night, and then spent the whole morning doing the same thing; even when walking, he felt somewhat … ahem … weak. If they fooled around again, he might collapse.

Yuwen Tong scooped him up and made towards the soft couch on the side. After settling Ling Zhang on it, he said, “Lie prone and you’ll feel better.”

Ling Zhang, without feeling sheepish, directly rolled over and lay prostrate. Having agreed to it, he wondered what Yuwen Tong was going to draw on his back.

Yuwen Tong planned to draw a picture of blooming peonies on Ling Zhang’s back. He had some time ago worked out in his mind what the picture should be like. In fact he had been thinking about it from the moment he had come up with the idea of drawing it, and had gone over it in his head countless times. He was more familiar with Ling Zhang’s back than anybody else did. Even Ling Zhang himself did not know as much about his own back as Yuwen Tong did. Such was Yuwen Tong’s familiarity with every inch of his back as though a vivid image of it had been engraved in his heart. Every stroke of his painting brush was quite confident.

When the first stroke of Yuwen Tong’s painting brush landed on his back, Ling Zhang felt a weird sensation and somewhat itchy, and his body wriggled momentarily in spite of himself.

Yuwen Tong laid his free hand on Ling Zhang’s shoulder and said, “Don’t move.”

Ling Zhang restrained himself, lying still, but this whole thing still struck him as rather odd. He muttered, “Why do you suddenly want to draw a picture on my back? I mean, even I myself wouldn’t be able to see it. Actually you’ll be the only one who could see what it’s like. What’s the point of all this?”

Yuwen Tong, hunched, gently drawing on Ling Zhang’s back, replied, “That’s what makes it a treasure just for me.”

Ling Zhang, ” … “

He rolled his eyes upwards, unable to understand what Yuwen Tong was thinking.

But he still could not help but tense his back. The touch of the soft, silky painting brush sliding across his skin felt itchy and peculiar. When the brush moved to the small of his back, in particular, he always involuntarily focused all his attention on it, his whole body tensing up in spite of himself.

Because of the muscular tension, the lines of his body became more perceptible. The perfect contours of his figure were like those of an elaborate statue. Every inch of his skin and the muscles beneath were in fine proportions. Though Yuwen Tong could not be more familiar with it and was able to draw a detailed picture of it with his eyes closed, he still could not help holding his breath.

The pigments were showing a sharp contrast with Ling Zhang’s white, smooth skin, which was an unduly intense visual stimulus.

Yuwen Tong could not even keep his breathing steady, but he was still unperturbed when he resumed drawing.

Slowly, Ling Zhang’s body relaxed and, lying prone on the couch, he set his mind at ease and began to review the previous few days. Surprisingly, after some time he got used to Yuwen Tong’s painting brush which had been moving around on his back. He felt somewhat sleepy, his eyes becoming watery with drowsiness, his eyelids growing heavier.

“You may have a nap if you want. I’d have finished the picture by the time you wake up,” said Yuwen Tong quietly, having perceived his sleepiness, his eyes still fixed on Ling Zhang’s back on which his painting brush was slithering steadily and lightly.

“Okay,” answered Ling Zhang in an undertone. Several times his drowsiness was dissolved by the force of a stroke when he was on the verge of falling asleep, because he still could not help but care about it. But after another few such moments, he relaxed completely again and drifted off.

Hearing Ling Zhang’s breathing become even, Yuwen Tong came to know that he had fallen asleep, put down his painting brush, gingerly wiped the sweat off his palm. Though he had been meaning to do this for quite some time, he still found himself faced with a big test when given an opportunity to fulfill his wish, and right now he was feeling faintly stressed.

It took him a long time to finish the picture, and Ling Zhang was asleep during the whole process.

When he woke up, Yuwen Tong had put the finishing touches to the picture.

The pigments were very special and dried quickly, and they would stay on Ling Zhang’s back for as long as a year unless someone used a particular potion to dissolve them.

Ling Zhang, having awoken, recalled why he was here. No longer feeling a painting brush moving back and forth on his back, he came to know that Yuwen Tong had finished the job, but it surprised him that the study was so quiet. He propped himself up on his elbows from the couch and, intending to find out whether or not Yuwen Tong was still present, twisted his head around only to see that Yuwen Tong was standing right behind him, staring at his back, enthralled.

Taken aback, Ling Zhang asked crossly, “Why the hell are you standing here like a ghost?”

All Yuwen Tong’s attention was drawn to the picture of blooming peonies on Ling Zhang’s back. Though he had known what the picture would be like when conceiving the composition of it in his mind, he was still awed by the beauty of it when it was finished.

The picture stretched from Ling Zhang’s left shoulder all the way down to the small of his back, with peonies blossoming in profusion on layers of overlapping green leaves, dignified and graceful. They were so beautiful as though they had come to life on Ling Zhang’s back. No, they were even more beautiful than real peonies, because they had the power to bewitch people’s souls.

When Ling Zhang was propping up his upper body, the picture, moving with his back, looked as charming and celestial as its owner.

Yuwen You did not make a reply to Ling Zhang but reached out a hand, which slowly stroked Ling Zhang’s back. Eventually, he smiled dreamily, “I would have drawn it sooner had I known it’d be so beautiful.”

Ling Zhang looked confusedly at him and was astonished at the sight of the fascination etched on Yuwen Tong’s face. “What are you talking about? It’s just a picture. Surely it doesn’t stack up against those drawn on paper? By the way, you still haven’t told me what you drew exactly.”

“Peonies.”

“Peonies?”

Ling Zhang was bewildered. Why had Yuwen Tong drawn peonies on his back? Wasn’t this weird? He was a man and did not have that kind of feminine charm. Wouldn’t a picture of peonies look awkward on him? But since Yuwen Tong appeared so entranced as though he could not even speak fluently, Ling Zhang’s curiosity was piqued.

He rose from the soft couch, grabbed his overgarment and threw it over himself. “I’ll go and check it out in a mirror.”

With that, he left the study and returned to the inner chamber where he took off his overgarment in front of a large dressing mirror.

Yuwen Tong followed him inside just in time to see him take off his overgarment before twisting his head around to look into the mirror which reflected the picture of blossoming peonies on his back. Yuwen Tong found himself holding his breath, his hands clenched.

At this time Ling Zhang, having got a clear view of the picture on his back, was momentarily stunned. He really had not bargained on Yuwen Tong drawing a picture of blooming peonies like this. To be honest, it was actually … pretty nice. Yuwen Tong had done a really good job.

But … he still found it somewhat eccentric. It would be understandable if a picture like this was on the back of a woman with unmatched beauty. He kept having this feeling that his back bearing such a picture did not feel quite right. He twisted his head around and said to Yuwen Tong, “When can I get rid of this?”

Yuwen Tong walked over and asked in a somewhat husky voice, “You don’t like it?”

Ling Zhang said, “It feels weird. Doesn’t a man having a picture of peonies on his back sound weird to you?”

‘Weird? No, it doesn’t strike me as weird at all,’ thought Yuwen Tong, considering intently the picture on his back.

Chapter 571: Daily Life (5)

Ever since the picture of peonies had been drawn on his back, Ling Zhang had been feeling that something was not quite right. Though fully dressed now, he was still as uneasy as if he were naked.

And Yuwen Tong refused to wash it off for him, saying that it would disappear spontaneously over time.

Ling Zhang was so annoyed he did not speak to Yuwen Tong for two days. At night, when in bed, he put an extra quilt between the two of them and forbade Yuwen Tong from crossing it.

Every day Yuwen Tong could only look at Ling Zhang whom he was not even allowed to hug, but he still would not be budged on the issue. Whenever he thought of the picture of peonies on Ling Zhang’s back which was dignified and of otherworldly beauty and could only be seen by him, a sensation of hotness swept over him. He wanted to make out with Ling Zhang every night, but the latter was angry with him and he should feel thankful that he had not been forced to sleep in the study. Making out every night was out of the question.

“Father, did you have a fight with Daddy?” Yuwen Yue asked Yuwen Tong after sneaking into the room.

Yuwen Tong impassively asked back, “What makes you think that?”

Yuwen Yue hesitated for a few moments before replying, “I made you some snacks and asked Daddy to deliver them to you, but he refused and forbade me to give them to you.”

When she had finished speaking, a somewhat guilty look appeared on Yuwen Yue’s face. She had come here empty-handed, carrying no snack.

Yuwen Tong gave a little cough and said, “I’ve been suffering from a toothache recently. I can’t eat sweet stuff, which was why Daddy told you not to bring me any.”

Yuwen Yue gave an “Oooh” of dawning comprehension. “Then I’ll wait a couple of days and make another batch, specially for you!”

Yuwen Tong was delighted. “I thought you were never into this kind of things. Why did you suddenly want to make snacks?”

Yuwen Yue liked kung fu and was uninterested in needlework or cooking. Yuwen Tong, who never compelled his daughter to do anything, was astonished to hear that she had made some snacks by herself.

“I learned the skill from the handmaids. That day, when I visited Grandfather, Uncle Mao told me Great-aunt liked snacks. She brings me clothes made by herself every time she comes here, and I like every one of them. I’ll make her some snacks the next time she visits us. I hope she’ll like them,” said Yuwen Yue.

Yuwen Tong was slightly surprised, but after giving it some thought, he patted Yuwen Yue’s head. “You’re doing the right thing. Great-aunt cares about you, and you, as a junior, should show her love in return.”

Yuwen Yue inclined her head and smiled, “But you’re the one I love the most, Father. Please teach me another couple of moves so that I can counter-attack fast. I need to defeat Qi!”

Yuwen Tong looked at her. “Why do you want to defeat your big brother so bad?”

Yuwen Yue said, “Because he never takes me with him when going out of the palace. Lin always follows him, and he refuses to bring me along as well.”

Yuwen Tong raised his eyebrows and affected an anger he did not feel. “Oh? That’s unacceptable. How dare they go out to play without bringing you along? Wait here. I’ll go and fix them.”

Yuwen Yue hurriedly explained, “No, no, please don’t. It’s not that they’re unwilling to play with me. Qi is just worried I might get in danger. Alas, just stay out of this, Father. I’ll teach him a lesson myself.”

Looking at her pretty, adorable face which seemed to be getting more and more like that of Ling Zhang when he had been younger, Yuwen Tong found himself unable to refuse. “Okay. I’ll teach you a couple of moves, and then you can fix them for me.”

Yuwen Tong brought Yuwen Yue to the drill ground, while Ling Zhang was still examining Yuwen Qi’s and Yuwen Lin’s schoolwork.

He never had to worry about Yuwen Lin, for even the teacher said that Yuwen Lin studied well, that he was very smart and good at drawing inferences about other cases from one instance.

Yuwen Qi was clever as well, but this guy used all his intelligence on learning kung fu. Most books in his study were about military strategy and tactics, and the remainder were about either folk tales or some non-academic subject. Not a single orthodox book could be found in there.

On this day, like always, he obviously had not put as much effort into schoolwork as Yuwen Lin had.

Ling Zhang, with a stern look on his face, dressed the boy down. ” … If you ever dare be so perfunctory about your homework again, you’ll be grounded and I’ll never allow you to leave this palace again!”

Yuwen Qi was startled. “I won’t dare, Daddy. Please don’t ground me. Uncle Mao and I are going to the hunting ground in West Mountain in a couple of days.”

Ling Zhang sneered, “You’re still thinking about going out to play?”

Yuwen Qi noticed the displeasure on his face and immediately lapsed into silence, standing there with an air of obedience, not daring utter another word.

“Read this discourse on politics carefully from first to last. I want you to state your opinions about it in my bedchamber the day after tomorrow in the morning. If you dare take it lightly again, I’ll have you copy out all these books ten times!” said Ling Zhang, pointing at the pile of books on the desk.

Yuwen Qi’s countenance changed with fear. Looking at that discourse on politics, he said through gritted teeth, “I promise I’ll work hard at it!”

Yuwen Lin was standing leisurely on the side, watching his brother being scolded. As the top student, he would never have to experience the misery Yuwen Qi was feeling at this moment. Yuwen Qi always badgered him into helping him write his essay whenever he, Yuwen Qi, did not feel like doing it. He had tried in vain to convince Yuwen Qi many times, and this time he decided to let Yuwen Qi put some serious efforts into schoolwork.

As a result, when Yuwen Qi surreptitiously winked at him asking for help, Yuwen Lin pretended not to notice.

The moment Ling Zhang left, Yuwen Qi jumped at Yuwen Lin. “You’re such a jerk, Yuwen Lin. Why did you ignore me when I winked at you just now? Are we still brothers?!”

Yuwen Lin, his clothes clutched by his brother, was being shaken so violently he was dizzy. “S–Stop it! Don’t be so rude, okay? I told you you needed to take the essay seriously, that Daddy’s a bit moody these days, that he sure as hell would be mad at you if you only made a perfunctory effort, but you wouldn’t listen, and now you’re blaming me for it?! Besides, how was I supposed to offer you any help when Daddy had his eye on you?”

Yuwen Qi released his grip, sat himself onto the chair and said dejectedly, “The very sight of the discourse on politics gives me headaches. I wanted to write a presentable essay as well, but the headaches wouldn’t disappear no matter how hard I willed them to. It was all our teacher’s fault. He shouldn’t have given me this homework. No, it was Father’s fault. He shouldn’t have pissed Daddy off. Why is he so insensi– (muffled grunt).”

Yuwen Lin, having clapped a hand to his brother’s mouth, hissed, “Shut up, you moron. If these words reach Father’s ears, you’ll be a dead man! Don’t get me in trouble, idiot!”

Yuwen Qi was almost suffocated. When Yuwen Lin slackened his grip, he gasped, “W–Were you trying to kill me?”

“I should have suffocated you, you fool.”

“Hey, who are you calling a fool? I’m your big brother, and you’re supposed to show me some respect.”

Yuwen Lin ignored his verbal threat. He was worried, because the secret bodyguards would no doubt report to his father what Yuwen Qi had just said. In the past few days Daddy had been mad at Father, despite the fact that Father had been trying to please Daddy all along. What if Father took it out on them? Yuwen Qi was a dope and deserved to be punished, but he did not want to be dragged into it.

Yuwen Qi, seeing the vexation written all over his face, leaned over and breathed, “Hey, why are you looking so fretful? Those secret bodyguards wouldn’t bother to report such a trivial matter to Father. You have nothing to worry about.”

Yuwen Lin rolled his eyes upwards. “Normally they wouldn’t, but just now Daddy was here! Daddy has been mad at Father and hasn’t spoken to him for days. You know what Father is like. He couldn’t even bear to be separated from Daddy for one day. I’m sure he’ll ask his secret bodyguards in detail what Daddy did today. If Father asks any questions about us when the bodyguards report to him, we’ll be dead men, you dummy.”

It was after hearing his brother’s words that Yuwen Qi realized the severity of the matter, but he still muttered, “It was indeed insensible of Father to piss Daddy off. Why should we take the blame for it?”

Yuwen Lin gave him a dirty look. “Drop it already!”

Yuwen Qi sighed, “What should we do? They’ve heard me already.”

Yuwen Lin, his chin rested on his hands, pondered for a while before he said, “How about we figure out a way to have Daddy forgive Father? If we do that, maybe Father will let us off the hook.”

Yuwen Qi, however, found the task difficult to fulfill. “How are we supposed to do that when we don’t even know the reason why Daddy’s mad at Father? Besides, no matter how angry Father is, we could always have Crescent talk to him and placate him – it works every time.”

Yuwen Lin sighed again, feeling that his big brother, who was merely his senior by a couple of months, was literally incurable.

“Crescent has snitched on you to Father, because you refused to take her out of the palace to play. She might’ve snitched on me for good measure. Right now she’s only too anxious to see Father punish us, and you’re expecting her to help us? She’d only kick us while we’re down.”

Yuwen Qi was astonished. “You’ve got to be kidding me. She really did that?”

Yuwen Lin said slowly, “A few moments ago, I had a eunuch deliver something to her, but she was not in. The eunuch said that she went to the imperial study.”

Yuwen Qi, ” … “

This was unbelievable. How could she do that? He had just refused to take her out of the palace. Why had she tattled on him to their father?

Yuwen Qi was almost driven up the wall.

“Then what should we do? I don’t want to copy out the books and be punished by Father at the same time. I’ll be dead it that happens!”

Yuwen Lin also became fretful, but what he was vexed with was how to find out the reason why Ling Zhang was angry with Yuwen Tong, so that he could suit his methods to the situation.

…

Ling Zhang, having examined his sons’ homework, went to check on his daughter only to find that she was not in.

“Where’s my daughter?”

“Her Highness went to the imperial study, Your Highness.”

Ling Zhang furrowed his brows. She went to visit that jerk Yuwen Tong?

Ling Zhang, not at all inclined to see Yuwen Tong, did not go to the imperial study and planned to get some fresh air in the imperial garden. However, halfway through the trip, he heard from a eunuch that Yuwen Tong was teaching Yuwen Yue kung fu on the drill ground.

Ling Zhang was instantly speechless. Yuwen Tong was still in the mood for teaching their daughter kung fu?

Not bad. It would seem that Yuwen Tong had not realized his mistake at all.

His temper beginning to fray, Ling Zhang dropped the idea of going to the garden, spun around and stormed towards the front gates. “I’m going out of the palace!”

Wang Dashan and the others naturally followed in his wake without a second thought, but before setting off, Wang Dashan sneakily gesticulated in the direction of a spot a certain distance away behind him.

…

On the drill ground, Yuwen Tong, having taught his daughter a couple of new moves, prepared to go to the place where the princes studied to see Ling Zhang.

They were just about to set off when Yao Yi rushed over and said, “This is bad, Sire. His Highness went out of the palace, and he looked pretty mad when leaving!”

Yuwen Tong was confused. “Who was it that ruffled his feathers this time?”

Yao Yi did not have a clue either. “Just now His Highness was going to the imperial garden for some fresh air, but halfway there he was informed you were teaching Her Highness kung fu and suddenly got angry and then directly left the palace.”

Yuwen Yue gasped and looked at her father with unease. “Father, do you think Daddy’s mad because I’ve been practicing kung fu? D–Didn’t he consent to it that day?”

Yuwen Tong thought about it for a while before he replied, “You have nothing to do with it, Crescent. Go back. I’m going to find Daddy.”

“Oh,” said Yuwen Yue. This time she did not dare ask Yuwen Tong to take her out of the palace with him, because she could also sense that on this occasion Ling Zhang seemed to be really mad.