His Majesty’s Hostage

Hong Xu stepped down from the Imperial desk and imposingly and fiercely approached the young man, who was warily watching him with his deer-like black eyes.
The two moved back and forth until ZiLi was finally cornered against a pillar.
Hong Xu put one hand behind ZiLi's ear and pinched ZiLi’s chin with the other, his gaze wandering back and forth over that face, with skin as white as jade.
Hong Xu was already tall, and now his entire body enveloped ZiLi.
The feeling of oppression could be imagined! With his back against the pillar, there was no way to retreat, so ZiLi had no choice but to calm his panicked mind with great effort and meet Hong Xu’s scrutinizing gaze with fearless eyes.

“Oh, so it is not a mask made of human skin!” Hong Xu was stroking ZiLi’s lower abdomen with his finger, then touched his exquisite face and said, “In that case, are you just someone who resembles the real Third Prince of Bei Ling? Tell me, who are you really? Why are you pretending to be An JinYu?”

“Wha― What pretending?” ZiLi said nervously, “I am the real 1 Third Prince of Bei Ling, An JinYu!”

“Oh, that is not up to you to decide! We will have to personally take a look at your body to confirm it.” As soon as Hong Xu said this, he began to pull ZiLi’s lapels open.

“Wa― Wa― Wait, what are you doing?” The uncomfortable feeling of his body being touched by the same sex immediately evoked the unpleasant awful experience ZiLi had had last night when he had been touched and kissed by him.
He immediately grabbed his collar with his own hands, resisting Hong Xu’s actions.

Hong Xu displeased freed his left hand to hold ZiLi's two wrists and pressed them above ZiLi’s head, then forcibly removed ZiLi’s belt.

“No, let go of me! F•ck! I don’t like man! Damn it! Ah, don’t take it off―” ZiLi struggled hard to get out of his opponent's grip, begging the other to let go of him.
His outer garment had already been stripped off, and his twisting and struggling had caused the collar of his cream-colored satin-lined clothes to open wide, revealing half of his white jade, smooth and rounded shoulders.

“How impudent! We will not eat you.
Are you not the real An JinYu? So, what are you afraid off?” As he said this, he pulled off the clothes of ZiLi’s upper body, and a fine chest, characteristic of a young man, was at once exposed to the air.
Revealing those exquisite collarbones, the glistening white delicate skin and the two plum petal-like red cherries, so delicate and charming that people would want to pluck and lick them.
But on this beautiful body, there was also a striking scar the size of a copper coin on the left side of the chest near the heart.
Judging by its shape, it was obviously caused by a fletching of an arrow and judging by the color of the newly regenerated skin, it was also clearly a wound that had just healed.
From this, it could be clearly concluded that this person was without a doubt An JinYu! Looking at the hideous wound, Hong Xu could not help but raise his hand and stroke over the slightly uneven surface.

“Ah― Let go of me! Don’t look! Don’t touch me―” ZiLi angrily raised his foot and kicked at the man who was doing visually obscene things to him, and he opened his mouth to bite the hand that was constantly stroking the left side of his chest.

Hong Xu had fallen into a somewhat difficult situation, having to fend off ZiLi's frenzied bites and kicks.
Originally, he just wanted to take off ZiLi's upper outer garments to see if he had that arrow wound on his chest and he had not expected to get such a strong resistance from ZiLi.
Along with the obvious disgust on ZiLi's face, all of this offended Hong Xu’s dignity as a Son of Heaven 2 .
Hong Xu could not help but burn with anger.
No one had ever dared to disobey him so openly and without fear again and again! He thought that the young man in front of him really did not know how to appreciate favors.

“Do you hate Our touch that much?” He ferociously pinched ZiLi's cheek and said with cold face and deep voice.
“Then We will insist on touching you.
Not only do We want to touch you, but We also want you to remember Our scent, so that you will always remember the feeling of Our hand caressing your skin.”

ZiLi's pupils suddenly shrank.
This man's words gave him chills and made him feel frightened.
He could not imagine what would happen if things really turned out the way this man said they would! Remember his scent? Does he mean to do that kind of thing? ZiLi felt that he was about to throw up.
He was not a woman, and he would absolutely not tolerate people who treat him like a woman!

Hong Xu pulled ZiLi's stiff body towards him and pushed him down on the small table at the side.
His condescending expression was like that of a lion facing its prey.
“The Third Prince has such a beautiful figure; the taste will most likely not be worse than those male attendants in the harem――”

Translation Notes 

 如假包换 – Rú jiǎ bāo huàn.
– Replacement guaranteed if not genuine.   天子 – TiānZǐ – Son of Heaven