Bai Lu heard the second earth-shattering news of the night, and for a moment, he thought there was something wrong with his ears, that he misheard something. He tentatively asked, “What did you just say? I think I misheard it. Did you say that the Sky-Wolf Sect was established by the Emperor? You scared me…”
Chu Ya gently interrupted him, “A-Bai, you didn’t mishear. I did say that just now.”
“But, but…” Bai Lu became increasingly confused, “Why would the Emperor establish such a bandit organization? Isn’t he the Emperor?”
Chu Ya smiled and patiently explained bit by bit, “Have you ever heard people say that His Majesty is a very unpredictable person?”
Bai Lu hesitated for a moment, “It seems like I’ve heard people talking behind his back, but they seemed to be referring to His Majesty before?”
“Yes, that’s because before I crossed over, this Emperor did indeed have two completely opposite personalities residing within him.”
Chu Ya looked at Bai Lu, hinting, “Modern people should find it easy to understand what that means, right?”
Bai Lu pondered for a moment and suddenly realized, “Split personality?”
“Yes, the original Emperor was a typical case of dissociative identity disorder. His main personality was a virtuous and wise monarch, but his alternate personality was a malicious and malevolent individual.”
Such scholarly terms appearing in such an ancient atmosphere seemed very out of place and discordant. But just as ancient people could get cancer, it wasn’t impossible for an Emperor to have a split personality.
“But how did you know?” Bai Lu couldn’t understand, “When you crossed over, didn’t the Emperor’s original personality disappear? How would you know about his past?”
“Because I saw their ‘correspondence.'”
Chu Ya pulled open the bottom drawer and took out a half-meter-long box made of anti-corrosion wood. Opening the lid revealed neatly stacked thread-bound volumes, varying in age.
Judging by the extent of decay of these books, Bai Lu estimated that even the newest one had a history of three years, and the one on top seemed to be from a much earlier time, perhaps about ten years old?
Bai Lu carefully opened the cover of one of these books and saw that the first page only had three words written on it:
Who are you?
Bai Lu stared at this sentence in confusion. Who was asking this question? Who was being asked? Why was it written in the book? Was it meant for someone to see?
He flipped to the second page, where someone had answered the question from the previous page, and the handwriting was completely different. The strokes on the first page were neat and regular, while the handwriting on the second page was wild and unrestrained, the strokes appearing particularly bold.
The second page read: Who are you again?
Chu Ya explained from the side, “This is when the Emperor, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, first became aware of the existence of his alter ego within his body and began to communicate with it through messages.”
“I speculate that perhaps the Emperor grew up in an overly repressive and harsh environment. He lived a life of strict adherence to rules and regulations, seeking liberation subconsciously, which led to the emergence of a second personality that was reckless and defiant.”
Chu Ya picked up a notebook and continued, “From these conversations, the two personalities of the Emperor get along harmoniously. During the day, the main personality governs the body, diligently handling state affairs, while at night, the alter ego takes over, indulging in pleasure in the harem.”
“But gradually, the alter ego became increasingly dissatisfied with seeking excitement through women alone. This personality was a troublemaker who thrived on chaos, so he began to cultivate his own followers and secretly left the palace at night. It was probably around this time that he established the Sky-Wolf Sect.”
“Of course, the existence of the Sky-Wolf Sect was soon discovered by the main personality, but since they shared the same body, neither could do anything about the other. The main personality had to compromise, only leaving reminders in the messages…”
Chu Ya flipped to one of the pages and pointed to the words on it, “Let the alter ego conceal his appearance and voice, so as not to cause trouble for the Emperor.”
Bai Lu looked at the page in surprise. “This is too fantastical, unbelievable.”
Chu Ya smiled helplessly. He didn’t understand where Bai Lu’s unwarranted jealousy and hostility were coming from, but he didn’t pay much attention to it. He indulged him, looking at him gently and asking, “So, A-Bai, do you want to be the Empress now, or the Lady of the Manor?”
A single sentence left Bai Lu speechless, his ears turning red as if shrouded in a layer of heat. He kicked Chu Ya’s leg in embarrassment. “Stop talking nonsense. When did I agree to marry you?!”
“Hmm…” Chu Ya pondered for a moment, remembering their previous conversation. “Once in bed, you said you would.”
“…I said I would?! Are you kidding me? Even if I did, wasn’t that because you kept pestering me? You were forcing me into marriage!”
Feeling a bit guilty, Chu Ya gently coaxed him, “I’m sorry, A-Bai. Do you want to marry me now?”
Bai Lu raised his chin proudly. “Depends on my mood. When I’m in a good mood, I’ll marry you.”
Then, he added sternly, “But we need to establish some ground rules in advance. First, you can’t withhold my salary for any reason. If I feel unwell after doing it, it counts as a work injury, and you have to compensate me.”
Chu Ya agreed, “Okay.”
“Second, after we’re married, I won’t insist on calling you ‘husband,’ so you don’t have to care about what I call you. I’ll just call you by your name.”
“Okay.”
Bai Lu raised a third finger, “Third, and most importantly, during arguments after we’re married, we can use physical force, we can fight, but you have to let me use only one hand, and no weapons allowed!”
Chu Ya chuckled, “Even if we argue, I won’t harm you.”
Bai Lu looked at him coldly. “Do you not feel guilty saying that?”
“…,” Remembering past events, Chu Ya felt a little guilty for a moment, then quickly reassured him, “I won’t do it again in the future! Even if you really make a mistake, I will reason with you properly.”
Bai Lu nodded satisfactorily. “That’s acceptable.”
“But…” Chu Ya tentatively asked again, “Can I be a little rougher with you in bed? Just a little, within the realm of pleasure, and I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
Bai Lu: “??? Are you sick? Are you awakened to some weird fetish? Although people’s bed preferences are free, I suggest you go see a doctor and treat your brain!”
Chu Ya could only sadly put away those adult things, deciding to first win Bai Lu over. As for the set he had Shen Chuyun make, he would bring it out after they were married and everything was settled.
Author’s Note:
I’ve been so busy lately, so I have to switch to updating every two days. By the way, I’ll take this opportunity to catch up on the overdue side story.
Dewy on BLPSG Chapter 86: The Emperor’s old illness: “I want QingCi to give this little wolf a big slap after healing him -__-” Oct 23, 13:18
