Ink Blade Chapter 28 (Part 1)
Translated by Sylver
Treating Affection (part 1)
Silence returned to the room. For a moment, the only sound left in the small room was the staggered gasping of two people.
After a while, Chu Yan finally calmed down slowly.
He calmed down his restless internal breathing, his bloodshot eyes had also faded, and returned to its pure brightness. Only then did he feel the pain in his chest belatedly.
The sharp blade pierced into the flesh and blood, how could it be a joke. The wet, dark and frightening blood on the left chest was still spreading rapidly, Chu Yan gritted his teeth and raised his hand to tap on several large acupuncture points on his chest. When his hand fell, his fingers were already stained red.
"......" Chu Yan stared dizzily at the blood on his fingertips, and smiled wryly. The majestic Jiuzhong Palace Master, unexpectedly, would completely lose all reason because of one of his own guards one day, and be desperate. Really, he lost all face.
Fortunately, it was only a flesh injury, and did not damage any major blood vessels. The palace master had deep internal energy, and the bleeding almost stopped completely in a short time.
... If it weren’t for Mo Ren’s sudden outburst at the last moment and sent the long sword flying, the wound would have been more than that.
Chu Yan looked at Mo Ren leaning against the corner of the wall. From here, he could only see black hair wet with cold sweat and heaving shoulders that accompanied every breathing.
At this moment, he felt a little regretful. He really lost control of his emotions just now, and he actually threatened him with his own life like that. With Ah Ren's temperament...this time, I'm afraid he was really frightened.
He couldn’t help but frown slightly. Chu Yan took a step closer, endured the pain and lowered his body, then patted Mo Ren's shoulder reassuringly. "...Ah Ren, it's okay, this Master simply lost composure just now."
"....." Mo Ren seemed to have not regained his senses yet. Looking up at Chu Yan, his gaze was unfocused. Even so, he still stretched out his trembling hand with difficulty, trying to lift Chu Yan's lapel.
"Wait." Chu Yan's expression changed, "Your hand...!"
He grabbed Mo Ren’s hand and pulled it to his eyes. As expected, those pale and bony hands had already left large purple bruises from the struggle and tossing just now, which was a ghastly sight.
Chu Yan's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch violently, it was so severe...I hurt him again.
"This Master..." Chu Yan didn't know what to say for a moment, and coughed a little uncomfortably, "You..."
He originally wanted to ask, ‘do you feel any pain’, but before he could say it, he thought it was extremely stupid - it's all like this, how can it not hurt?
The palace master was still racking his brains on how to speak, but Mo Ren had already pushed away Chu Yan's hand, expressionless, and went to remove his blood-stained robe without saying a word, with his thin trembling fingertips.
When the wound was exposed, he took a breath as if he was shocked, and stared blankly, with an obvious heartache expression on his face. Suddenly, his upper body shook weakly, and he was about to fall backward.
"Ah Ren!" Chu Yan was startled, and hurriedly supported him, knowing that it was caused by loss of strength. He carefully pulled Mo Ren onto his uninjured right shoulder, only to find that the guard's body was almost drenched in cold sweat.
Chu Yan's heart suddenly softened into a cotton ball, gently following along Mo Ren's spine, he urged him to rotate his internal breathing, while whispering, "That’s it, that’s it, don't be afraid...this Master is no good, this Master is no good."
Mo Ren was paralyzed in Chu Yan's arms, unable to lift any strength as if his limbs were worn out. His weak voice also appeared particularly dull. "...Please apply medicine Master."
"It’s less than an inch wound, the bleeding has stopped, what's the point?" Chu Yan was a little uncomfortable, averted his gaze and said, "This Master will deal with it later, you...don't go back to your room tonight, sleep here."
"......Master." Mo Ren slowed down a bit, barely sitting up from Chu Yan's body, still hanging his head, but gently pushed away Chu Yan's hand that was sticking to his back. "Please apply medicine Master."
"As this Master said, after you go to sleep..."
"—Please apply medicine Master."
...Chu Yan suddenly felt that Ah Ren must have been angry. Although this person still had such a respectful and submissive tone, Chu Yan just simply felt that he was angry.
He even felt that if Mo Ren still had the strength now, he would definitely want to slap him.
"...Okay, this Master will apply medicine," Palace Master Chu surrendered. He stood up helplessly and pressed his chest, knowing that if he didn't follow suit, with Mo Ren's temperament, he’d be completely capable of spending the whole night with him with this sentence. "This Master will listen to Ah Ren."
Chu Yan dawdled in the shelf where one’s belongings were placed inside the room. Medicine, medicine, medicine...
Where is the medicine stored??
"....." The Jiuzhong Palace Master, who was used to being served, became more and more at a loss as he groped through the pile of luggage. He could only move his right hand, and he was rambling for a long time, becoming more and more irritable.
Not to mention that Mo Ren's gaze from the corner was still fixed on his back, he felt as if there were thorns stuck on his back...
Mo Ren cleared his hoarse throat with a light cough, and said in a low voice, "Master, look to your left."
Chu Yan embarrassedly groped to the left, but still couldn't find it.
Mo Ren: "Probe further."
Chu Yan stretched out his hand again, and touched a few cold and greasy small porcelain bottles, as well as bandages to wrap around wounds.
Mo Ren reminded, "The white porcelain with green plug is the gold sore medicine. Please apply this medicine Master." (TL: medicine for knife wounds)
"……okay."
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The candles inside the room were peaceful and gentle again.
Chu Yan untied his clothes one by one and it slid down to his waist, revealing his strong and healthy chest. He was applying cold ointment to the wound, and when he glanced back by chance, he saw that Mo Ren was still looking at him absent-mindedly.
This person has always been as calm and tough as a sword, it is really rare to see such a lost look on him.
Chu Yan sighed softly, and said in a soft voice, "Look at you, saying what kind of sword to be, how can you learn the seven emotions and six desires of people now, stressing the heart like this, hm?"
Mo Ren's eyelids trembled violently, he lowered his head suddenly, and remained silent.
At this moment, he had eased down a bit, he stood up with difficulty leaning on the wall, took two steps toward Chu Yan… and knelt down.
He bowed his head deeply, touching his forehead to the ground, "...Mo Ren committed a grave crime."
