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Shen QingQiu paused for a brief second and then slowly placed his tea cup down and then looked at him questioningly.
"I don't believe I heard you Binghe, repeat that again for this Master," he said slowly, his face neutral and cold in a way Luo Binghe hadn’t seen in a very long time.
"I've fallen out of love Shizun," Luo Binghe replied bluntly, a faintly apologetic expression on his face.
Shen QingQiu looked at him carefully as though waiting for him to laugh or cry saying he was just joking but seeing the same painfully earnest expression and the coldness in his eyes Shen QingQiu determined his Husband of 3 years was being honest.
"Ah, I thought that's what you said..." Shen QingQiu murmured.
Luo Binghe opened his mouth but nothing came out and it took a couple of seconds before he realized Xiu Ya was impaled though his neck, the speed and the force was so much that it pinned Luo Binghe firmly to the stone wall of his castle. Luo Binghe's eyes bulged in shock and complete disbelief.
It was probably due to his Heavenly Demon Blood that he hadn't instantly died. He went to grab the sword to pull it out but his arms didn't react and that made him actually look at Xiu Ya and he could make out the talismans wrapped around the hilt.
He instantly recognized several runes and spells used by Huan Hua Palace to imprison his father and some he didn't recognized but were all written in his Husband's neat and beautiful script and he felt a chill.
Luo Binghe looked at Shen QingQiu and saw he had calmly pulled a small vial from his sleeve and all the blood drained from of his face when the scent of a particularly virulent poison reached him and Shen QingQiu calmly poured it in the tea cup he had just set down.
"You might be asking what I'm doing, but I want to know where you found the audacity to say those words to me 3 years into our marriage or ever, LUO BINGHE?!" Shen QingQiu roared his name and furiously threw the vial the ground where it shattered. His eyes where reddened but not with tears but an overwhelming rage.
If he could have Luo Binghe would have reared back, his Shizun, his Husband had never spoken to him like this not even before the Qi Deviation that changed Shen QingQiu into the man Luo Binghe had married.
"All the confusion and hurt when I tried to matchmake you before our relationship, all the jealously whenever I interact with Yue Qingyuan or Liu Qingge, even fighting off the alternate version of yourself who wanted to steal me back to his harem and it is now that you've decided you've fallen out of love?" Shen QingQiu's face went back to being calm and neutral. He picked a stirring spoon up and began to causally mixing the poison and tea together.
"It would be one thing if we decided to add someone to our marriage who we had mutual attraction to but Luo Binghe, you..." Shen QingQiu's green eyes seemed to burn and crackle and he chuckled as though told a ridiculous joke.
Shen QingQiu picked up the cup and to Luo Binghe's alarm immediately tossed it back, not letting one drop escape and then absently let it fall from his hand to shatter against the floor like the vial.
Shen QingQiu slowly walked up to his pinned husband and tenderly stroked the side of his face with his left hand, the right hand was suddenly holding one of his fans. The top of the fan started to shine with Qi and the sturdy paper began to gleam with a sharpened metallic edge.
"Just as you belong to me, so does this," Shen QingQiu hissed menacingly and Luo Binghe became aware of the torrent of blood spilling down his legs and felt sick.
"In This lifetime you can only keep loving me, no matter your true feelings. After making me fall in love with you, even if I die you will be accompanying me straight to hell." Shen QingQiu said softly, almost gently and grabbed the hilt of Xiu Ya and wretched it sideways-
-Luo Binghe jerked up, his forehead beaded with sweat, he turned abruptly and saw Shen QingQiu still sleeping though he had a small frown on his face. Luo Binghe stared at his husband with wide eyed alarm for a couple of minutes and then gently felt at his neck and then cautiously lower before his shoulders unclenched.
"What manner of demon did you marry?!" Meng Mo demanded after his shock died down a little and Luo Binghe wanted to cry, he really didn't know what to say in response and panicked when he saw this husband starting to stir. Luo Binghe immediately laid back down and played dead.
Shen QingQiu sat up slowly, the last visage of his dream/nightmare extremely clear in his mind’s eye and he gave a sigh of relief upon seeing Luo Binghe peacefully sleeping and unmaimed. It was unknown what he was thinking about but only a couple of minutes passed before Shen QingQiu laid back down and snuggled close to Luo Binghe.
"Oh, so that's how it'd go, I wonder if..." Shen QingQiu mumbled sleepily but nodded back off before completing his train of thought.
Luo Binghe's back became drenched in cold sweat.