HEAVENLY CULTIVATION.
The second prince Mo Ouyang

Mo Yiyang let him give the wooden box, the moment he opened it it was a creepy-looking piece of two heads, the blood was still fresh and dripping from the wooden crack.

"You're all out of here."

As soon as the servants and guards came out, Mo Yiyang immediately closed the door as much as possible. His hand immediately clenched firmly with the mouth that was about to let out the contents inside his stomach, he also instantly felt dizzy and nauseous when he saw the slices of the human head in his hands.

When Mo Yiyang was not strong, he ran out of the window, glanced back and forth in haste and then spewed out his stomach fluid which he could not stand. He gripped tightly at the grass on the ground.

His hands trembled violently, even the organs inside his stomach were like they were wrapped around and wanted to vomit again. This was the first time he had sentenced someone to death, just as he was the one who had killed those two people.

He looked at his hands, his eyes wide open. The corpse of the head was the first thing for Mo Yiyang to see the dead man, so sinister, he could not stop trembling to ease his own fear.

He walked lightly, after finding a suitable place to sit he then leaned back. His face was completely pale, only to see the corpse he had become like this. As a crown prince he was obliged to be strong, surely the day on which he killed with his sword would come, he had to get used to all this.

But he could not see this horror further. He never even killed an animal, according to him all lives deserve to live. He felt his own feelings, only out of anger for a moment that he sentenced others to death.

He clenched his hands tightly on the ground. From now on, to the next and the last. He won't kill anyone, or make someone else's life go away. He was disappointed in himself for a moment.

He squeezed his stomach again which felt nauseous and wanted to vomit and cough which he held strong. His expression was pale, as soon as he saw the person approaching him he immediately took a breath with a flat face.

"Prince, you're here as it turns out." Said a twelve year old boy.

Mo Yiyang looked towards the boy and he said, "Lei Sai..?"

Lei Sai smiled and extended his hand helping Mo Yiyang stand up. "There's a dinner, why are you out in the afternoon?"

Mo Yiyang did not welcome the hand, stood up with his own strength, then he said flatly. "Is this your business?"

Lei Sai opened his mouth with a wry smile. "It's none of my business."

Then he continued. "But sooner or later this will be my business. Did you forget? If only I'd accepted you for who you are."

Mo Yiyang clenched his hands tightly, and walked away. Accept what is? It was the most shameless remark he had ever heard.

Only his family and Lei Sai knew that if Mo Yiyang hid his identity and gender as a woman, it could be said that Lei Sai was the first person before Chuxi. And the truth of himself, no one else should know.

Lei Sai looked at her and smiled, because now was Mo Yiyang's return after these past few days they had not met.

*

At night, at dinner. Mo Yiyang only looked at the food on the table, he took one bribe, but his hand stopped before touching his mouth.

Seeing her belly meat soup return to feeling nauseous, her memory returned to imagining the head piece she had almost forgotten. He endured his nausea, a crown prince should be that strong that was always pressed on him.

"Why haven't you eaten yet? Mo'er doesn't like the food?" Ask empress Yuwen.

Mo Jing Wei looked at Mo Yiyang, he smiled happily and said. "I heard you sentenced someone to death? Goody! that was my first son! Mo'er is now grown up!"

Mo Yiyang drowned his face, looking at Mo Jing Wei who didn't seem to care much about him disappearing or not, coming back or not. He had even nearly died twice in the village of someone else.

"Fuqin's right." Mo Yiyang gave a small nod, what should be congratulated after making people die. Mo Jing Wei always looked disappointedly at Mo Yiyang who was a woman because of the great shame of seeing Mo Yiyang's younger brother or seeing him. Only this time Mo Jing Wei gave him a 'good!' remark!'

/Fuqin: father of the emperor.

Mo Jing Wei felt angry as he recalled Mo Yiyang's archery practice. Back then Mo Yiyang targeted dozens of flying birds but none of them were hit because according to Mo Yiyang 'They are living creatures I don't want to kill them.' But for this time Mo Yiyang sentenced to death without a care, had this not shown a change in adult attitude?

"I'll give you a gift for this, what do you want? I'll give it my all." Mo Jing Wei.

Mo Yiyang clasped tightly onto the hand hidden under the dining table. "Well, if I'm allowed to see my sister."

Mo Jing Wei was silent for a moment then let her, Mo Yiyang bowed her body and said. "Thank you, Fuqin."

After the dinner banquet ended, Mo Yiyang came to a residence that was quite isolated from the rest of the Empire having only the fewest servants. Surely Yuwen and Mo Jing Wei had never visited this mentally impaired child, and seemed to be indifferent to his life and death.

As soon as Mo Yiyang entered, he was saluted by some servants, he then saw how dirty this room could be if some servants were to do their duty half-heartedly, he said, Mo Yiyang glanced at the female servant.

Mo Yiyang then headed for the room, he was silent for a moment before opening the door slowly. His eyes immediately saw a boy who was exactly the same as himself, his face was very warped, and was not properly taken care of.

The boy flipped over and looked towards Mo Yiyang.

Mo Yiyang made a smile and walked over to him. "Have you eaten?"

He then glanced at the food near the already cold door at the waiter. "Make a new meal for the second prince."

A waiter picked up the cold food. "Good first prince."

Mo Yiyang refocused on the boy in front of him. "I'm here to accompany you to eat."

As Mo Yiyang walked over cautiously, the boy retreated in alarm with a huff.he picked up the broken glass on the table. Raising it up, like holding a sharp dagger. "Don't come any closer! I can kill you if I get close!"

With the martial arts already trained, Mo Yiyang easily resisted the attacks he was aiming at. He gripped the arm, which was very thin.

The moment he touched that hand to try to resist the attack, this bothered him greatly. How thin his sister was in front of him. Not only was the body trembling, but the bones within were also following the trembling fear.

It must have been hard living a life that Yuwen and Mo Jing Wei had not expected, being a boy confined in a cage to wait for the day of his death, his pair of eyes then stared limply at his younger brother.

Mo Yiyang said softly. "Call down Mo Ouyang, it's me. Your brother."