I'm really not the Saviour! (我唔係救主囖!) [danmei/BL xuanhuan]

52 - She's Still Alive?

"You've travelled far," Dzue Dziu Ming said, inclining his head respectfully. Yuen Muk caught the implied question in his words. "You look weary." He offered his hand.

Envoy Laam watched closely as Cheon Maan Ging's delicate fingers hooked into Dzue Dziu Ming's, only dropping her eyes when she realised Gaam Yuk Ying and Yuen Muk were staring at her. Yuen Muk bowed, and she hastily bowed in response.

They watched the Cheon delegation, led by Dzue Dziu Ming, return to the party.

"This feels... like a bad omen," Yuen Muk said.

Gaam Yuk Ying glanced at him under his eyelids.

"Do you remember that noble lady back in Dzue?"

"Mun Gong?"

"You remember." Yuen Muk frowned. "There would only be one reason such a delicate person would be brought to a place like this. They intend to marry her off to forge ties."

Shikladak was greeting the princess as he spoke. Chan Bik and Cheng Baak-hap, flushed with wine, stared at her unabashedly.

"I know that Lady Mun is betrothed to the Second Prince of Cheon... but Regent Dzue definitely has a soft spot for her. What a situation... Even their names are similar..."

Gaam Yuk Ying remained silent, waiting.

"Well, it's not our place to say anything. We certainly wouldn't understand what it's like to rule a country," Yuen Muk sighed. He leaned on Gaam Yuk Ying's shoulder and looked at him appealingly. "Shall we go somewhere else?"

There was no need for clarification. They slipped away silently, hopping easily along the paths of the Ngo Mei Temple grounds towards the quarters that had been set aside for them. The sky was ever so slightly lightening, the stars above beginning to fade, but before they could reach their room, a group of people caught their attention.

Wong Tang, Gong Lau Yan, Grandmaster Luk and Mest'at were all gathered in a circle in water appeared to have once been a cultivated garden bed. There was nothing growing in there at the moment, and Mest'at was rubbing soil between her fingers. Wong Tang was silently puffing on her pipe, swirling clouds surrounding her. Gong Lau Yan waved the smoke away.

"Isn't that a little much, Grandmother?" they heard her say. Wong Tang started, knocked the ash from her pipe and replaced it in her sleeve.

"Hey kids, heading to bed?" Gong Lau Yan had spotted them. She gave them a wicked grin.

"If you know, don't stop us," Gaam Yuk Ying replied, his voice so flat it was impossible to tell if he was joking. But Gong Lau Yan laughed.

"Alright, good night!"

"Wait, Lady Gong..."

Yuen Muk left a disappointed Gaam Yuk Ying behind and landed by Gong Lau Yan's side. "Sorry to interrupt, but..." He lowered his voice. "A delegation from Cheon has arrived. They brought their princess and were very eager for Dzue Dziu Ming to meet her."

Grimacing, Gong Lau Yan processed the information. "I see. Thanks, Little Hawk. We can handle it. Go to bed."

He bowed to the women and rejoined Gaam Yuk Ying, continuing their interrupted journey to bed. They were barely in the door when he felt his boyfriend's hands on his belt.

"In a hurry?"

"Is that wrong?"

"I didn't say that."

They tumbled back onto the simple bed, Yuen Muk almost knocking his head against the wall. He was caught in time by Gaam Yuk Ying, the latter's reflexes stunningly fast.