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On a rare occasion, Shang Qinghua does not stay on the Northern Border.
Then again he had no reason to stay on the Northern Border if there is no one. He has no right to replace Mobei-Jun’s position, despite more than capable to do so. He had offered himself to stay, assisting the palace staff and elders. Per Mobei-Jun’s own request, however, Shang Qinghua is not going to stand-by on the Northern Palace.
Shang Qinghua had heard of a terrible uprising. The situation had escalated so much that it needs Luo Binghe’s interference. Which, contrary to many demon’s panics, makes Shang Qinghua relieved. With Luo Binghe and his undying protagonist halo in the field, nothing bad would happen. Doesn’t matter if the main story has ended, the protagonist halo will always prevail.
Which is why Shang Qinghua is more than surprised when he sees the demon lord. Mobei-Jun sits at the corner of his residence, bloodied and exhausted.
“My king!”
Shang Qinghua shrieks. He drops piles of his papers to the ground in panic before checking his condition.
Of course, he is Mobei-Jun. An ascended one, which means there should be no injuries too fatal for him to bear. He may be no protagonist, which means the alpha doesn’t have the protagonist halo, unlike Luo Binghe. But his strength is already enough to obliterate most lesser demons.
Which makes the situation is worrisome. Who in the hell that managed to hurt his lord? No, no, to be precise, who exactly had the guts to injure the ascended Mobei-Jun, second strongest alpha in the demon realm, to this extent? May whoever that stinking NPC responsible for his most beloved OC’s injuries experiences a painful death!
Shang Qinghua disrobes Mobei-Jun’s clothes. He winces at the sight of the gaping scar near his stomach. His breath is short, cut by the ache that would appear once in a while. When Shang Qinghua touches his forehead, it burns. How could that be? An ice demon is having a fever? System-dada, what kind of stupid logic is this?!
“I should call Mu-shidi—”
“No.”
Much to his surprise, Mobei-Jun grabs Shang Qinghua’s arm. He growls, and it makes Shang Qinghua shivers. Most of the time, Shang Qinghua wouldn’t mind with Mobei-Jun getting pissed off. But when he lets a part of his exceptionally domineering aura along, everyone nearby would be affected, nevertheless.
“Alright, let me go. Please.” Shang Qinghua gulps, he had to overcome the strong aura. It makes his whole body shivers uncontrollably. There are hints of fear and terror in his face as he takes a step back from Mobei-Jun. “I… will fetch medicine for you. Stay here.”
Shang Qinghua does not understand much about treating injuries. He has knowledge on basic first aid, courtesy of Qian Cao Peak Lord’s gentle persuasion. He has to thank Mu Qingfang for making him able to patch Mobei-Jun up from his injuries without much hassle.
Shang Qinghua is curious about what misfortune that had befallen on his king, though. After all, it is rare to see Mobei-Jun gets injured to this extent. It doesn't seem that right now is the right time to ask. Mobei-Jun should rest and no need to worry about the details. Him pressing the demon lord for details would do no good for his recovery.
What bugs Shang Qinghua, even more, is why Mobei-Jun decides to stop by his peak. Well, true, his peak is friendly towards the demon lord. There would be no human that would discriminate against him, and this peak is part of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect. Any other demons who dare to step here are no different than courting death.
Right, okay, Shang Qinghua could patch Mobei-Jun's injuries up. He's somewhat used to it. But even if he could, of all the places he could visit, An Ding Peak shouldn't have been the first place he visited! Shang Qinghua does has immense knowledge of medicinal herbs; he is proud of it. But talking about the methods of using the herbs, it’s a different matter, per se.
Shang Qinghua clicks his tongue when he sees that Mobei-Jun's injuries seem to be worse than he had expected. He opens, no, bangs his door, to be precise. Running towards his head disciple’s house, and who knows what commotion he had created. One thing for sure, his instructions had made all the disciples get busy in the middle of the night. Some of them are told to prepare and sanitised an empty room not too far from his residence. Due to a certain demon, An Ding Peak, in its rare occasion, gets busy late in the evening.
He doesn’t realize as he went, Mobei-Jun had put up a pained expression—something that doesn’t come from his injuries—as he lost his consciousness.
When Mobei-Jun wakes up the next morning, the sight of three little children greets him.
The children are staring at him with much intent. Never in his life, someone has the guts to stare at him like that. But here he is, laying in the bed, with little children see him as something weird. There seems to be a hint of eagerness and fear mixed in their eyes; a complex mix of emotion. Mobei-Jun, although disturbed by their piercing stare, had no energy left to shoo them away.
“Oooh, he's awake.”
“Should we call shizun?”
One voice invites the other to speak. Their questions seem to be endless. It does not take long before the room starts to get noisier, and it starts to make Mobei-Jun dizzy. His heightened senses combined with his weakened state had become somewhat of a curse in this situation.
“What are you guys doing?”
Then comes the familiar voice.
Shang Qinghua's voice silenced the whole room. He takes some steps, approaching the alpha.
“Apologies, shizun. We are... trying to figure out what to do, now that this demon awakens.”
“He is my responsibility, you children no need to mind for him.” His gentle steps reverberate on the wooden floor. As the An Ding Peak Lord moves closer towards him, his disciples scoot away, making a way for him until he kneels beside Mobei-Jun. Shang Qinghua places a bucket of water with several towels dangling from the sides, wiping Mobei-Jun off his sweat.
Seeing that the children had yet to move from their spot, Shang Qinghua sighs. “And why you children are still here?” His hand makes the gesture to shoo them away. “Back to your training. Your shixiong and shijie are waiting for you in the training ground.”
“But shizun!”
“Didn’t shizun promise to teach us something interesting when shizun come back?”
Some of them does not seem to have reached ten years old yet. Rather than a cultivational sect, An Ding Peak seems more like a daycare. He wonders why Shang Qinghua allows these children to enter the sect in the first place, though.
“Not involving the demon lord right here, alright?” Shang Qinghua sighs again, although his gentle smile remains. “Come on, this master needs to work, and you, children, need too. Just because this master is not watching you, doesn't mean that you can slack off.”
Some of the kids walk away, dejected. After making sure that none of them is around him, Shang Qinghua chuckles. “Forgive me, my king. My disciples can be a troublesome bunch. They even asked me questions like how does a demon’s alpha look like... ” He starts to change the bandage, and seemingly satisfied when the injury starts to heal. “And even—oh, I apologize for blabbering. Did you sleep well?”
“Mn.”
“Great!” Shang Qinghua smiles, even brighter. His hand rests on the alpha’s forehead, checking on any sign of fever. “This servant aware that this room is not as spacious as my king's room in the palace. Feel free to stay here as long as my king wish to.”
Mobei-Jun doesn't realize that he isn't on Shang Qinghua’s room anymore. This place seems to be an empty quarter, cleaned up recently. Perhaps it was during last night when he was unconscious. He wonders how Shang Qinghua and those feral children lift him up, though. Mobei-Jun is more than aware of his weight—his firm muscles come at a cost.
In the end, the demon lord has to be satisfied with the question left unanswered.
It’s alright, he can compromise. The sensation when his chest tightens when Shang Qinghua’s warm fingers grazing on his cold skin is enough as compensation.
Most of his days in An Ding Peak filled with Shang Qinghua keep on serving him with his and every need. Be it food, changing bandages, and giving updates with the recent progression regarding campaigns and everything else.
Then again, if Mobei-Jun wishes to heal himself, he can do so at any time. For some reason, after seeing Shang Qinghua with his disciples, being a peak lord that supposed to do his job had piqued his interest. Hence, he purposely lets the scar to heal in the human's speed and sleeps his days away.
It isn't as if Mobei-Jun couldn't wake up. He did, actually, coming out from his room on the second day. When he came out of his quarter, he sees Shang Qinghua observing his disciples on their physical exercise. The An Ding Peak Lord was merciless when correcting their stances one by one. When he sees Mobei-Jun coming out of his room, his merciless was directed towards Mobei-Jun instead. The human had been pushing him back to the room and told him to take a break with a pouting face.
“My king, why are you here…”
“I'm bored.”
“Unacceptable. Please, my king, you should rest.”
It goes on for three days straight. Up until the fourth day, where Shang Qinghua finally allows him to wander and look around in his peak.
Mobei-Jun never had the chance to explore this peak. He has the layouts for all the cultivation sects in the human realm—courtesy of Shang Qinghua—and he has enough through seeing the layout only. So when he discovered that An Ding Peak is actually an incredibly humble place, Mobei-Jun has to blink twice. He does not expect a place that prides itself in the logistics and general affairs is not too big in terms of size. However, the items are neatly organized, catalogued efficiently. When Mobei-Jun arrives at one of the storage, he sees that each items are organized in such a way that it doesn’t take too much space.
It doesn’t seem that Shang Qinghua had finished with his job cataloguing the whole items in here. He deduces from one of the corners in the room, filled with unlabeled trinkets. Some of his younger disciples are wiping and cleaning the trinkets, noting the items and cleaning it up. One of them is responsible to sketch the item before putting it into a basket.
They bow to Mobei-Jun in respect when they catch his sight. Mobei-Jun does not give any remarkable gesture in response.
“Where is Shang Qinghua.”
Rather than asking, his voice comes out much like he is making a statement. “L-last time… we see shizun walking towards the kitchen.” Some of the younger disciples are shaking in fear, while one of the older kids slapping their backs. Truly Shang Qinghua’s disciples.
Mobei-Jun nods in understanding, and walk towards the kitchen. True to what they informed, he found the peak lord there, with several of his youngest disciples. Some of them are the ones that Mobei-Jun saw when he woke up a few days ago. They seem to be busy kneading dough, chopping vegetables and preparing soup. The smell of fragrant chicken broth airs in the room, and it doesn’t take Mobei-Jun too long to guess that they’re making wonton soup.
When the disciples sense him approaching, they tug on Shang Qinghua’s robe. So hard, that Shang Qinghua almost falls down. Mobei-Jun could see that Shang Qinghua is about to get angry with his disciples. It subsides, however, when the demon lord stares at him.
“O-oh… good afternoon.” Shang Qinghua tries his best to not call Mobei-Jun ‘my king’ in front of his disciples. He has a hard time explaining to them even with the questions relatedness to their studies. There is no need for his disciples to question his authority and servitude over someone else.
“What are you doing?”
“Teaching these kids how to cook.” Shang Qinghua chuckles, there are hints of exhaustion in his face. “I just realized that whenever I left them alone, they never make any proper food. So this master is expecting all of you to be able to cook something nice after this, alright?”
“That’s because shizun is never with us!”
“Yeah! Shizun loves mister demon more than us!”
At the mention of love, Shang Qinghua jolts. “Who told you that?!”
“We don't need to hear from anyone. Shizun is already like an omega in love.”
The sight of Shang Qinghua flustered at the statement makes Mobei-Jun’s heart warm. There is something endearing with the sight, especially when Shang Qinghua covers his face with his sleeve.
“And who's exactly the omega in love?! I am not!” Shang Qinghua pinches the disciple’s ear, ignoring how his wails filled the room. “It is apparent that this master has indulged you all too much. As a punishment, you are going to polish all the ceramics in the third warehouse.”
Seeing Shang Qinghua interacts with his disciples, treating them much like his own children kick his instinct. The display of affection Shang Qinghua gives towards the children gears up the desire in him to have children of his own. Raising them with Shang Qinghua. Seeing them growing up healthy and strong.
The warmth does not linger for too long. As Mobei-Jun remembers that Shang Qinghua is not an omega, his chest fills itself with coldness once again.
Mobei-Jun ends up staying longer in An Ding Peak than he had planned to.
Other than because Shang Qinghua does not seem to mind his presence in his peak, Mobei-Jun finds An Ding Peak peaceful. He has never been the one who would seek peace; after all, Northern demons are born to fight. It has always been a place where only the strongest could prevail. Peaceful condition in the north has never been something that would come across in the minds of ambitious demons of the north. That it shall be the law of the Northern nature and no matter what you do, it will never change.
Shang Qinghua has proven him wrong in that department, however. Not that Mobei-Jun would admit that his assumption is wrong, anyway. When he started to involve Shang Qinghua in many of his palace’s affair, he has seen a lot of improvements after Shang Qinghua reorganizes his palace. His diplomatic skills—at least in the form of written letters—has been amazing at quelling rebellions within the border without Mobei-Jun has to deploy his armies.
There are many other things that Shang Qinghua had done, things that are gone unnoticed but significant, nevertheless. Mobei-jun couldn’t list every one of them. But he has thoroughly enjoyed the outcome, especially with how many of Shang Qinghua’s works had brought peace to his border.
When Mobei-Jun is lost in his own thoughts, Shang Qinghua enters the room. Mobei-Jun had been staying in Shang Qinghua’s living quarters after he had fully recovered, enjoying the comfort of the tidy room—save for Shang Qinghua’s working table.
Right when he first moved in and occupied his bed, Shang Qinghua had been protesting and ask him to move. There is no way that Mobei-Jun is going to move. If any, he pulls Shang Qinghua to his side and let the human accepts that he should be content to live in the same, cramped bed together with him.
“M-my king, I don’t think this… is appropriate.”
Mobei-Jun does not listen, and Shang Qinghua gave up.
In the first night they shared the same bed, Mobei-Jun did not answer him. He closes his eyes, enjoying Shang Qinghua’s whines and mutters. If it is another person than Shang Qinghua, he would have maul their head for those little insults. For Shang Qinghua, he would enable him to do anything.
He wonders why too.
The alpha would deny that he cherishes the cultivator. He would put the blame on his instinct for pushing him to always cherish the human beta. He does not know why his instinct had made him fantasise to bond with Shang Qinghua multiple times. As if his own head fills him, urge him to claim the human for his, despite being aware of the human's assignation. It pains him when his alpha instinct screams to have Shang Qinghua by his side. To have him stay not only as his own subordinate, but as a partner for life, for now, and forever.
Every night that comes afterwards fill him with the distant feeling he couldn’t quite picture why. Shang Qinghua is so close; only an arm’s reach, yet so far at the same time. As if making the beta relaxed by his protective alpha aura is not enough. That he wishes for more until it grows ridiculous.
“Children,” Shang Qinghua whispers, he falls into one of his drowsy talks again. It is something that he would do before he sleeps, talking and summing up his days. “Truly a creature full of energy… I am so done with them.”
Most of the time, Mobei-Jun let Shang Qinghua speaks by his side. When his shoulder bumps to Shang Qinghua’s arms, the human beta would grow silent before fall to his sleep no longer afterwards. Tonight, however, Mobei-Jun feels like indulging in Shang Qinghua’s mindless blabbers.
“Why?”
Shang Qinghua does not seem to expect that Mobei-Jun would answer. His eyes widen, although the gentle light from his oak brown eyes starts to glimmer just a little bit, meeting his cobalt blue eyes.
“Some of the older disciples didn’t file the documents right, and I have to file them again by myself while they run away.” Shang Qinghua buries his face to the pillow, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I gave them punishments already but they’re still… unapologetic about abandoning their job. They are truly the spawn of hell… I did not remember that I am that feral when I was in their age!”
Mobei-Jun breathed out. Whenever the topic of a kid is brought to the conversation, Mobei-Jun couldn't suppress his instinct. Sometimes he found his alpha instinct a bit bothersome. For wanting to have kids. To have happiness. Those are unlike what a northern demon is supposed to be.
“You hate them?”
“Not really.” Shang Qinghua sighs once again. “But they can be a troublesome bunch indeed.”
“So… you don't want it?”
Mobei-Jun does not know why he asks such a thing, something that is so unlike him. Somehow, his instinct had overcome his brain and pushes the curiosity out. The demon king does not regret it in a tiny bit, however, as he could see Shang Qinghua’s tender smile. A smile, so tender than any other omega he had ever met.
“Don't want what?” Shang Qinghua chuckles as if Mobei-Jun is asking a silly question. Seeing those gentle chuckles, Mobei-Jun starts to wonder whether he is blaming his own instinct all these times or it is really just… him. Being hopeless. Chasing something that he would never get. “Of having children?”
“Mn.”
Shang Qinghua’s gentle smile turns into a bitter laugh.
"Ha, even if I want… as if… I could…"
So bitter, till Mobei-Jun could feel it at the tip of his tongue.
Mobei-Jun takes another deep breath, closing his eyes but did not allow him to fall asleep just yet. He scoots over to face the wall, contemplates. It doesn't take too long for Mobei-Jun to admit that it is his stupid feeling and not his absurd alpha senses for lusting over a beta. Perhaps he needs to adjust his suppressant's dosage, the medicine may have affected his alpha senses in him more than he had expected.
It brings Mobei-Jun back to his essential problem. As alpha and the one who will inherit the main lineage of Mobei Clan’s royal family, Mobei-Jun needs an omega to breed his heirs. As much as his heart and desire wish for Shang Qinghua to fill the role, his assignation prevents him to do so.
Hell, Mobei-Jun doesn't even know whether Shang Qinghua wants him or not. Yet, in the face of kicking instinct and overwhelming desire, it becomes Mobei-Jun’s least concern. When he gets back, he would find every single way to bend the rules. Does not matter if Shang Qinghua is a beta or even alpha, he would make Shang Qinghua his.
(For now, let him enjoy holding Shang Qinghua’s hand. Squeezing it tight, and let himself dwell on his dream where he could be with Shang Qinghua.)
After Mobei-Jun received the news that the situation has subsided, he decides to depart from An Ding Peak today.
Later, he tells himself. Mobei-Jun would still want to spend some time around the disciples of An Ding Peak. Some of the youngest ones start to take a liking to him, and Mobei-Jun’s alpha instinct could not be more than delighted.
There is something weird with his alpha instinct. When Mobei-Jun first presented as alpha, his elders were elated. After all, generations of Mobei-Jun had been alpha, and it should stay the same for the years to come. For years he had honed his aura to be dominant, fearsome—losing only to Luo Binghe in that sense—and that everyone who sees him turns to cower in the next second he releases his murderous intent. A strong, heavy, undefeated aura; befitting for its king who would rule the land where only the fittest could survive.
He does not understand why it also comes with the feeling of warmth and protectiveness when he sees little children. Funny how it contradicts with his sane mind that children are the spawn of hell—borrowing Shang Qinghua’s vocabulary—yet he is more than comfortable to be around them.
“Children, it’s time for your class to start. Stop disturbing him.”
Shang Qinghua calls the disciples who are surrounding Mobei-Jun with countless questions. Most of them are not too far from ‘how could you be so strong’, though. “But shizun!” One of the disciple protests. “Aren’t you going to teach us about our assignation today? Wouldn’t it be more helpful if we have the real sample of one of the strongest alphas?”
These children may be small, but surely they know how to play with their words. Just like their shizun.
“And what would you think you can learn from him? You kids are not yet presenting your assignation…”
“Mister demon could share his experience!”
“Yeah, yeah! Story time!”
“You’ll die before you coax him to speak. Come on, get in, get in.” Shang Qinghua sighs, but seeing at the children who still insist to have Mobei-Jun attends the class too, he couldn’t do much. Some of them had outright demands for Mobei-Jun to come to class with them. “I’m terribly sorry, could you… come with us?”
How could Mobei-Jun refuse Shang Qinghua? Surrounded by the little children, on top of that, the combination somehow made his raging alpha senses to calm down. Of course, he would never be able to refuse.
In this lecture, Shang Qinghua is teaching the little ones on what to prepare before their assignation. This is supposed to be Mu Qingfang teaching them, he knows this better than anyone else. But considering at the immense, growing member of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, he had given up and teach the peak lords instead and make it mandatory for everyone to teach the materials to the younger cultivators.
He tells them about the biological changes that might happen. Being assigned as either alpha or omega could be a troublesome experience. Shang Qinghua also tells them about the dangers of suppressants. Reminding them to whenever their heat or rut become troublesome, to never rely on the wild suppressant herbs. “Those bitter ones can be effective but destructive at the same time,” Shang Qinghua closes the book. “If you happen to present as omega, never take these options. This is also a reminder for everyone who might be present at the scene. If there are any indications that your heat becomes troublesome, please seek my help of Mu-shishu’s help.”
Mobei-Jun never experienced the classroom situation like this. All of his childhood is either spent on the training ground or in the private library where there are only him and his beta teacher. Who sometimes could get overwhelmed by his potent aura, even when he was still a child.
“Alright, class dismissed, if—”
“Wait! We haven’t heard mister demon’s story!”
“Yeah, yeah! How was his experience when he first awakened as alpha? I want to know!”
“No, I want to know how do you control your alpha aura—”
“That would be a long story, and Mobei-Jun needs to return to his palace today.” Shang Qinghua cuts his disciples’ excitement, smiling at them while pinching the cheek of the older ones who had made quite a ruckus these past few days. “He’s a busy man, and of course he couldn’t promise you all—”
“Next time.”
The class turns into complete silence. His low voice sends chills to everyone in the room. Right, Mobei-Jun never speaks much in front of the disciples. This might be the first time he speaks in front of them.
“Next time, I will visit again and I will tell you my story.”
Shang Qinghua pinches his disciple’s cheek a bit rougher this time while staring with annoyance at Mobei-Jun. He mouths a sentence towards Mobei-Jun, still maintaining his smile.
Please, my king, do not indulge my disciples too much.
Mobei-Jun, in return, smirks.
“With that, this Mobei-Jun wish to speak to the An Ding Peak Lord in private. Please give us a room.” Mobei-Jun continues as he stands up, opening the door for the little children. “Class dismissed.”
Although these children had yet to present and have a keen sense of the domineering aura that Mobei-Jun possessed, the faint aura had more than enough to make the little children running away from the class. Leaving only Shang Qinghua in the room, his expression pissed.
Mobei-Jun glances at Shang Qinghua, who looks at him with an irritated expression. Mobei-Jun does not realize it before, but now it comes to his realisation that only Shang Qinghua who does not get too affected by his aura. He was unbothered most of the time, and even if he did, it was only a little cringe in the corner of his mouth. Even for a beta, that is something amazing.
“My king,” Shang Qinghua sighs. “They are my disciples. Please let me educate them in my own way.”
“I know.” Mobei-Jun smirks again, his face leans closer to Shang Qinghua. Observing the little nervous ticks at Shang Qinghua’s face has been quite fun.
“T-this… this behaviour is unfit for my king. P-please—”
“And who are you to tell me that?”
“M-my king, please stop joking around…” Shang Qinghua covers half of his face with his sleeve. “Does it matter who I am… to you… I—”
Shang Qinghua has not finished his sentence, and for some reason, it makes Mobei-Jun a bit angry. His softened expression turns rough again.
“Anyway!” Shang Qinghua shouts, “I have compiled a list of some prestigious omega demon that would be more than suitable to be your consort. When you’ve returned, please review this—”
Before he realises, Mobei-Jun had crushed the scroll with his magic, and pinned Shang Qinghua to the wall when he is still shocked by the whole ordeal. He uses his magic to close the door from the distance, letting ice seeps through the cracks of the wall and the door, sealing them entirely in this main hall.
“No.”
Where there are only two of them, and no one else.
“My king, what do you mean by ‘no’?!” Shang Qinghua panics, he squirms around as if he’s trying to let go of Mobei-Jun’s grab. “This is your duty and I—”
In terms of physical power, Shang Qinghua is not much different than Mobei-Jun, but Mobei-Jun is clever enough to let his ice magic seeps to Shang Qinghua’s wrists. Leaving the other’s arm weakened and unable to let go of his grasp. He leans closer, his hand tightens at Shang Qinghua’s wrist. His instinct let out his dominant aura, making Shang Qinghua to almost fall limp to the ground. Just as he wanted Shang Qinghua to. To never go from his too far.
To be his.
His mouth is dangerously close to Shang Qinghua’s lips. A little bit more and he could taste Shang Qinghua. To claim him.
But in the end, he couldn’t do it.
Mobei-Jun ends up bumping his forehead to Shang Qinghua’s forehead. He growls in annoyance. His hand let go of Shang Qinghua’s wrists, letting the human cultivator to sigh in relief before screaming when Mobei-Jun punches the wall. Right beside his face.
“I don’t need an omega.”
Mobei-Jun leaves the room growling louder. He is devastated for reasons unknown.
When he comes back, he really needs to do something about this.
Lately, Mobei-Jun had been too scary!
Shang Qinghua squeezes the robe near his chest as if he tries to calm his racing heart down. Remembering what happened a few days ago, and how they… t-th-they almost kissed…
Alright, no. There is no way that Mobei-Jun would think of him in that way. Absurd.
Truthfully, he has been trying to calm down his mind for the past few days because Mobei-Jun had been dangerously close to him. Does his rutting season is coming close? No, no. As far as Shang Qinghua knows, Mobei-Jun is drinking a suppressant as of late. Heck, he was the one who arranged the medicinal supplies before Mobei-Jun went for the campaign. The medicine had no known side effects, and after investigating with both the court medic and Mu Qingfang, the system does not seem to tamper around with this said medicine.
So it is not because of his rut, then. But what could it be?
Come to think of it, since Mobei-Jun arrived in An Ding Peak, his mind seemed to be preoccupied with something. He doesn't understand what or why, though. Mobei-Jun never told him about what actually troubles him. And… and he even had the guts to get close to him?!
Shang Qinghua is afraid.
Not to mention that today is the day he should return to the Northern Palace. He doesn’t think that he’s ready to face the demon lord. He’s still nervous. What if he wants to kill him for good after this? And what does he mean that he does not need an omega?!
Aiyo, my king, don’t live through suppressants as he does, ah. It destroys the body more than good!
Shang Qinghua takes a deep breath. Before he leaves, he gulps a mouthful of bitter powdered suppressant.
When he arrives there, he has to make things straight. Act like nothing happened. Act like nothing… happened.
Shit.
Or so he thought before he realised that his suppressant does not work anymore.