Chapter 826: Not Heartless
Chen Wentian took Zhou Ziyun to the Zhou Clan building. They went in through the window and landed in her private office. Below them, the other disciples dispersed in several directions. Lin Qingcheng and Wu Qianyu went into the House of Paradise. The ice sisters found a horse carriage and headed for the sect. Peng Lingxi stared at the window where Chen Wentian and Zhou Ziyun disappeared into with an expression of longing before finally turning and strolling down the street.
Within the room, Chen Wentian set Zhou Ziyun on the table. He looked at her intently, hoping she would explain what was going on. After receiving nothing, not even a hint, he sighed and slumped into the chair nearby.
"Are you angry at me?" He asked, "If you’re angry, you can tell me. There’s nothing wrong with that."
She gave him the stink eye for a long time before letting out a long sigh, "Master, I am not angry. I am sad."
"..."
"Do you know why I am sad?" She asked.
He shook his head.
Zhou Ziyun reached over her desk and took out a stack of booklets. She spread them out, showing that there were six. Each one had a name on the cover that started with the surname Zhou.
"Look at these, these are the memorials I had to write for the Zhou Clan members who lost their lives." She sighed again and placed the booklets back on the desk, "Six doesn’t seem like a large number given the magnitude of the attacks. But the Zhou Clan is small. I knew these people personally. They were my cousins and uncles. Maybe I didn’t know them that well. Maybe I have spoken to them only briefly in the past. However, they were still members of my clan who faithfully carried out my orders. I was responsible for them and I am responsible for their deaths."
"Ziyun..."
She waved him off and continued, "I should have hired more people for the city guards. I should have built a city wall for Thousand Flower City. I should have been more prepared for the bandits. I should have..."
"Ziyun!" Chen Wentian raised his voice, "It’s not your fault. If you want to blame someone, then blame me. I will take responsibility for everything!"
Zhou Ziyun fell silent and stared at him, a mix of emotions flashing across her eyes.
"Ziyun, your clan members died. You certainly have reason to be sad. But you can’t always protect them. They still have to fight for themselves. They died because they were too weak, because they met experts far stronger than them. This can happen to anyone, at any time."
"..."
"Do you think I’m heartless?"
She shook her head.
He gave her a reassuring smile, "We can hire more city guards and make sure your clan members are protected. They don’t have to be on the frontlines if they don’t want to be. I don’t want you to be sad. If you’re sad, then how am I supposed to feel?"
Zhou Ziyun smiled, shaking her head, "I don’t want my clan to be a bunch of useless pigs getting fat off of my money and status. I don’t need useless people. If they don’t experience battles, then they won’t grow. If they don’t work hard and cultivate diligently, then what use are they?"
"Ah, so you’re the heartless one."
She snorted, "No, but I want to know... how would you feel if something like that happened to one of us? To me?"
"That..." He trailed off. He stirred uncomfortably in his chair and finally let out a laugh, "Ziyun, you are too smart for me. To tell you the truth, I will be sad, really sad, heartbroken without question. That’s why I try my best to not let that happen. But nothing is for certain... I can’t say for certain..."
Zhou Ziyun got off the table and went to him. As he watched, she gently sat down on his lap and nestled against him. He took the cue and hugged her warmly, providing the comfort that she sought.
There was silence but also understanding. There was no need for wasted words. There was no need for fake tears or feigned emotions. There was no distance between them.
"Ziyun, you’re so clever..."
She let out a contented sigh.
"Ziyun, you’re so capable..."
She giggled softly.
"Ziyun," He leaned in and whispered against her lips, "You’re so wonderful..."
"Mmmmm." She could say nothing as her lips were captured.
Chen Wentian held her and kissed her deeply. Without words, he conveyed his affection, his appreciation, and his yearning. It was a long, slow, sweet kiss. It was one that melted her under his searing heat, until she was a panting mess in his arms.
"Master..." Zhou Ziyun gasped as she finally caught her breath.
Her brown eyes shimmered with emotion and an intensity only reserved for her most precious person. Her chest rose up and down, from both the lack of air and the thrill of the moment. She licked her lips, eager to taste him again.
So, he obliged.
Their lips met once more and then never left. The outside world was forgotten as they lost themselves to passion. Desperately seeking each other, her for solace in his presence, him eager to provide it and then some.
As they continued to kiss, Chen Wentian lifted her off the chair and back onto the table. His hands made quick work of her clothes, shedding knots and undoing buttons until every surface around them was covered by stray pieces of silk and fabrics.
Zhou Ziyun sat on the edge of the table, naked as the day she was born, a feast for his eyes and his desires. He drank in the sight greedily before pushing her down and spreading her legs. A small, fascinating slit of flesh crowned by a manicured patch of dark brown hair came into view, sending thrills down his body.
He couldn’t take it anymore and knelt before her. He leaned in and stuck out his tongue, giving a slow sensual lick from the bottom edge of her pussy, up across her soft folds, and finally around and around her clit.
"Ahhh..." She let out a moan to let him know how good it felt, how much she wanted him to continue.
How could he let her down?
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