The Failed Assassination of the Thunder God by Klein K

Author:Klein, K.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2022-09-30T00:00:00+00:00

The dinner that followed was dreadfully boring. However, Qian Meng was grateful for the spread of food offered to him. Having a full stomach would promote healing, and with his newly heightened cultivation level, perhaps the bruises and stiffening pain would fade by morning. The prince kept that thought in mind as he and Lei Hua walked side by side toward his home in the barracks, the silence between them comfortable. For once, it didn’t bother him that the cultivator’s shoulder brushed against his with every other step. It was warm, almost welcoming.

“May I speak freely?” Lei Hua suddenly asked.

Qian Meng gave him the side eye. “Do as you wish.”

The cultivator smiled, then grimaced, cheeks heating as he looked away. “This is quite an embarrassing plea to make, but I’d like you to accompany me back to the Zephyr Temple once my family’s business here has concluded.”

The prince stopped before his home, careful to keep his surprise from showing across his features. This felt too fast for his liking. As if Lei Hua was soaring on his cultivation sword, going hundreds of Li per hour, while Qian Meng desperately sprinted along below him. There was no chance of keeping up, but he also loathed the idea of being left behind. While counting the grain on the door of his shed with great focus, he forced himself to respond.

“Why?”

Lei Hua leaned into the door, turning his whole body to face the prince in the hope he’d look back at him. “Because there you can flourish as a cultivator. Isn’t that what you want?”

Qian Meng didn’t dare look at him, for if he did, he might give in yet again, without a second thought. Plus, such a thing wasn’t what he desired. Not really. All his life, the prince’s only goal was to become strong enough to save himself. To stand up against his oppressors and take back his own life, hopefully with enough vigor to leave this godforsaken palace behind. Cultivation was nothing more to him than a means to that end.

“I’m not the upstanding man you think I am, Lei Hua.”

The name on his tongue felt strange, but he quite liked the reaction the cultivator had. Rearing back slightly with wide eyes.

“How is that possible? If I do not know your true self, no one does,” he argued.

The words were so true they left a hollow feeling in Qian Meng’s chest. “Exactly.”

As if he couldn’t take it anymore, Lei Hua grasped the prince by the shoulders, forcing him to look him in the eye. Qian Meng granted him that courtesy, mouth going dry at just how close their faces were. He could count the flecks of visceral amber in the man’s irises, marveling at how thick the lashes framing them were.

“You are worthy,” he murmured.

Qian Meng flushed, and he feared the words would forever elicit such a reaction from him no matter how many times they were uttered. “Stop saying that.”

Lei Hua grinned. “You know I won’t. So please, come home with me.

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