Chapter 48 Jealous of Himself
"Because I forgot you were Xiao Heng and circled you like an idiot, even blocking a sword for you, that is why you softened, right?"
He grew angrier as he spoke, his eyes turning red purely from rage.
"You never loved the real me at all! Only that... that utterly stupid, forgetful fool who wagged his tail at you!"
I stared at him.
What was this nonsense?
"Yuwen Huang, be reasonable..."
I tried to push him away, half amused and half helpless.
"The one who lost his memory was you. The one who regained it is also you. Are they not the same?"
"Not the same!"
He declared it firmly like a spoiled child and pressed me back onto the quilt. His movements were fierce yet careful to avoid my wounds, even though his own injuries were far worse.
"That idiot did nothing! With nothing but his silly hot blood, he made you... made you..."
He trailed off without finishing, but the jealousy on his face nearly became solid.
Watching him drown in vinegar—even his own—I felt the earlier helplessness melt into soft sourness and the urge to laugh.
This fool.
Jealous of himself?
Scolding himself?
Had his brain broken?
"Oh?"
I deliberately lengthened my tone and traced his tense jaw with a fingertip, provoking him.
"So the emperor who regained his memory plans to do something to prove he is stronger than that idiot?"
His eyes darkened and his breathing grew heavy.
"Prove it?"
He chuckled low, carrying the ease of recovered memory and a dangerous edge.
"Of course I will prove it."
"I will make you know who you should truly love."
"Tonight I will make you remember clearly that the one possessing you was me—the complete Yuwen Huang who has regained his memory!"
"Until you cry and cannot even recall that idiot's name, I will not stop!"
Before the words ended, he bent down and sealed my lips. Unlike the earlier gentle probing, this kiss carried plunder and punishment, utterly domineering.
The red canopy swayed. Candle shadows danced wildly.
I wanted to laugh at his twisted logic, yet his suddenly intensified assault scattered my thoughts.
Forget it.
What reason could I give this madman who had grown even more vicious and possessive after regaining his memory?
After all, he was the madman who would even curse himself.