Chapter 390: The Thirty-third Day in the Struggle for Supremacy World

Chapter 390: The Thirty-Third Day in the Conquest Story

Bai Ji blinked, feeling the faint cool, soft touch on his brow—like a brand seared into his skin—sending waves of tingling numbness through his entire body.

An Yi... had just kissed him.

An Yi stepped back, looking at the stunned Bai Ji, whose eyes were shining brilliantly, and couldn't help but let out a low, quiet chuckle.

His laugh was clear and bright, with a hint of smug satisfaction.

Bai Ji laughed too. Then, out of nowhere, he reached out, grabbed the back of An Yi's neck, and pulled him down for a kiss.

Feeling the warm, wet press of lips on his, amusement flickered in An Yi's eyes before he slowly closed them.

The personal guards: !!!

They kept their heads down, not daring to look at what was happening in the distance.

But! But!

The Lord was actually going to take Mr. Bai as his man?!

Did they just hear something they weren't supposed to?

Cha Jiang's face went blank. The Lord had actually... accepted Mr. Bai's confession of love?

Is this okay?

Is this okay!

This isn't okay!

No matter how shaken the guards in the distance were, Bai Ji was, without a doubt, over the moon.

This was a happiness he'd never even dared to dream of.

An Yi stroked Bai Ji's cheek with his thumb as he slowly pulled his lips away.

Bai Ji leaned in for more, but An Yi covered his mouth with his hand: "That's enough."

Bai Ji pressed a soft kiss to An Yi's palm: "Chuwei... I'm so happy."

An Yi's eyes curved into little crescents: "I'm happy too."

"Alright." He patted Bai Ji's arm and stepped back, his tone back to normal: "Let's head back."

Bai Ji stared into An Yi's eyes, unable to stop the radiant smile spreading across his face.

That smile chased away the gloom and pallor that had always hung between his brows—anyone could see how happy he was.

An Yi... Chuwei.

In this life, he, Bai Ji—Bai Ruzhi—wanted nothing else.

His only wish was to stay by his lord's side forever, serving with utter devotion until the day he died.

An Yi watched him smile: "Ruzhi, what are you spacing out for? Let's go."

Bai Ji snapped out of it and quickly answered: "Okay."

Comments section:

"AHHHHHHHHHHH! They're actually together!"

"They kissed! Mwah mwah mwah~"

"Oi~ Lord~ getting all hot and heavy~ (in a husky voice)"

"The Lord actually responded? And even agreed not to marry?! Damn!"

"Ewwww~ I don't accept this! No way! The Lord can take the male lead as his boy toy, but how can he not marry and have his own heir? I object! @Author! You've ruined his character! How could the Lord, who was so steady, calm, and calculating, do something like this for a man? I don't accept it! You're OOC! You're OOC! (crying) (crying)"

"Eww bro! Isn't it nice to have a sweet young couple? Isn't it better that the male lead doesn't have to be a concubine?"

"No! Not at all! This is not okay! Help!"

"If you keep whining like that, I'll really write you into some smutty fanfic! (menacing.jpg)"

"Ewwww~ Even if you write it, I still object! The Lord should focus on his career! Go all in on his ambitions! The male lead is just for fun—don't make promises to him! Think about the kingdom you'll have in the future, Lord! Once you have a kingdom, what man or woman couldn't you get? Bai Ji is nothing! (crying) (crying)"

"What's a min-maxer?"

"Great! The male lead doesn't have to be a consort—he's really going to be the empress! I can get even more into it! We straight guys, even when entering the harem, should aim to be the best! (blush) (blush)"

"You're getting into it? Bro, you're not straight!"

"How? How is this real? I thought the author was just messing around! Two guys actually kissed! They kissed! (trembling.jpg)"

"Another one who hasn't come to terms with reality yet? (confused black guy.jpg)"

"Fun fact: the author is a straight guy!"

"I doubt it. (covering face, laughing)"

"Don't get so worked up. The male lead and An Yi are clearly just bros. The male lead is showing great love for all—sacrificing himself for the cause! Don't be so petty. They're both men. What's the big deal if they hook up? We're all bros! All straight! (thumbs up) (covering ears) (I saw nothing.jpg)"

"LMAO. What self-deception? You're admitting they're gonna do it too! (smirking.jpg)"

"No!"

"Yes! Hehe~"

"Honestly, the Lord accepting the male lead really surprised me. I thought it would go like this: the male lead's love goes unrequited, he goes dark, betrays the Lord, they become enemies, he's defeated by the Lord, and rejoins his ranks. Then when they meet again... Qiran—the new name Bai Ji gives himself, symbolizing the destroyed love between him and the Lord. He vows to become ruthless and cold-blooded! He doesn't want to lose the Lord, even though he already has... When he finally sees the Lord, he kneels and cries out: 'Qiran, paying respects to the Lord!'"

"What the hell have you been reading up there? You've got me dying laughing!"

"..."

An Yi: "..."

What the hell? It felt like his brain just got sucker-punched.

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Ever since they confessed their feelings, Bai Ji still called An Yi "Lord" in public, but in private, he called him "Chuwei" nonstop.

Also, he felt that the way Chuwei said "Ruzhi" had changed from before... When those two syllables left his lips, they carried a certain lingering tenderness, like holding a warm, smooth candy on the tongue.

Every time he looked over, he'd see Chuwei's smiling eyes, that deep gaze—like indulgence, like... seduction.

Chuwei was... doing it on purpose.

A tender ache welled up in Bai Ji's chest, a feeling that both intoxicated him and left him greedily wanting more.

The intimacy that slipped between them in unguarded moments was not lost on the sharp-eyed servants who attended them closely, though none dared speak of it.

That day, there was much to attend to. An Yi met in succession with his core civil and military officials—Dou Chuang, Han Fu, Mao Hua—and by the time he finished, night had fallen.

When Bai Ji returned, he walked in on An Yi rubbing his brow, eyes shut, resting.

"Tired?"

An Yi: "I'm fine."

He wasn't tired so much as suddenly listless.

Only the two of them remained in the study. The candlelight flickered, bathing the room in a warm amber glow.

"Chuwei." Bai Ji set the sorted documents beside An Yi's hand, his voice deliberately soft. "In today's discussion of Diezhou, General Mao and Mr. Dou appeared to be at odds. Should I speak with each of them separately tomorrow to bridge the gap?"

An Yi leaned back in his chair, eyes still closed, and hummed in acknowledgment, his tone languid: "Mr. Dou weighs every angle carefully; Mao Hua is eager for battle. Both have their reasons. Go and tell them this: Diezhou is no monolith—their internal divisions run deeper than ours. Trade may proceed first, but border vigilance must be strengthened, lest they use commerce as cover for espionage. Handle the specifics as you see fit."

"Understood." Bai Ji acknowledged the order but did not immediately leave.

He stood by the desk, his gaze settling on An Yi's profile.