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The late Sword Wielder made a promise to a loyal clan, if he had a daughter she would marry the son of the Lord Master of the clan. Not having a daughter he proposed Yuanzhi.

Years later the Lord Master went to the Gong family to claim his son husband.

Shangjue wasn't pleased, Ziyu wasn't pleased even the elders weren't pleased.

Thighs got worse when the Lord Master asked Yuanzhi to undress in front of everyone to see if he was pretty enough for his son or even for himself.

I was watching a jdrama with that scene and I couldn't stop to think what would happen if Shangjue had to witness his didi be ashamed like that.

Can you write something like this? Thanks ☺️

A/N: Nonnie. You can't leave me a prompt like this and expect that I won't want to kiss you on the cheeks because I do. I took a little but of liberties and tweaked the fic to fit. I hope it's ok, Nonnie? So. Muah muah, I hope you enjoy this!

Tags: Mentions of Genital Mutilation, Mentions of Rape, Non-Consensual Touching, Non-Consensual Groping, Angst, Established Relationship(s), Gong Shangjue x Gong Yuanzhi

"It should be me."

"Zishang..."

"I...I'm the only girl born in our generation." She shakes her head, distraught wavering her voice "It should be me."

Yuanzhi quietly watches the way Jin Fan reaches out for her hand and takes it ever so gently between his palms. He doesn't say a word. Only wiping away her tears. He looks at her like she's his entire world and for a brief moment, Yuanzhi wonders if he will ever have what they have.

They're engaged to be married in two month's time. Most of the jianghu has already been informed of the marriage of the Eldest Miss of the Gong Family, and many are already en route to the valley to pay their wedding respects. Which is why they're stuck in this problem.

The Yang clan are loyalists, neither a minor family nor one of extreme repute, what they are known for is how ruthless they can be. Rumours were and very much are that their clan members practice some level of witchcraft to control their enemies and force them to become their slaves.

When they first pledged their allegiances to the Gong family two generations ago, the Zhiren that held the position then had promised the Master of the Yang clan the hand of the next daughter born in direct line to the lineages in the Gong family to him or any of his descendants.

And that hadn't happened until Gong Zishang.

"Is there anything we can do?"

Jin Fan is holding Zishang jie to him, pleadingly looking over at Ziyu. Yuanzhi steals a look at his gege, only to find him frowning down at the contract in his hand. It has been verified with its twin from the record rooms and it is horrifically iron-clad.

Yuanzhi already knows what their Zhiren doesn't say. Short of an all-out war that they cannot afford right now as they're still rebuilding their defences, there's little to nothing that they can do.

Zishang jie will have to marry into the Yang clan.

Yuanzhi sneaks another look at Zishang jie and Jin Fan. He watches the way her face crumples in clear sorrow and how Jin Fan holds her tightly in his arms. He flits his gaze over to Zhiren and his wife who sit close together, knee pressing to knee, then he chances a glimpse at Shangjue when he looks over at Zishang.

"We will find a way," He says. There's a determined air in his voice, but Yuanzhi knows all of his brother's tells. He's just as helpless as the rest of them. Between all of them, they're the only two who has a love that cannot speak its name.

He turns his gaze back to his lap.

Yes, they will have a way.

The man who struts confidently into the hall carries with him the aura of someone who is used to getting his way by hook or by crook. There's a gleeful smile that gleams from under his beard at the sight of Zishang jie, and it doesn't abate even as he pays his respect, in a sketch of a bow to the Zhiren.

"Greetings to the Zhiren! Greetings to the Elders and to the Masters. I am honoured that you all have gathered to welcome such a lowly one as me! It is such an auspicious day for both our families. I hope you won't begrudge me when I say that I look forward to our families finally becoming one."

Yuanzhi bristles. He controls himself, schooling his facial expression to note the equally smug group of men that also filter into the hall as the entourage to the Lord of the Yang clan.

Elder Xue conveys their family's greetings, even if everyone can tell that he is equally as displeased about the whole matter as the rest of the Gong representatives.

Lord Yang laughs his eyes roams pervertedly over Zishang. "I believe that this is the Gong family's Eldest Miss? I can't say that the rumours of your beauty have been exaggerated, but I'm sure you'll do--"

"No."

The silence that falls in the hall is deafening. And Yuanzhi pushes himself to a stand, looking the detestable man dead in the eye. "No," He says again. "She won't be your family's bride."

"Oh?" Lord Yang cocks an eyebrow. Tilting his head, he scoffs, leading his man to chuckle darkly when he continues, "And are you going to take her place?"

"Yes," Yuanzhi replies, ignoring the shocked call of his name from Zishang and Zhiren.

He ignores them all, especially the low and dangerous, "Gong Yuanzhi, what do you think you're doing?" by his gege.

Yuanzhi steels himself and doesn't waver when Lord Yang walks conceitedly towards him, coming close enough that Yuanzhi can almost taste the stench of rotting meat on his breath.

"Well, you would be a prize to have, hm?" Lord Yang purrs, perhaps going for charming but landing somewhere in the realm of odious instead. There is a calculating spark in his dark beady eyes. Reaching up, he curls a braid around his finger, rubbing his thumb over the silver ornaments as he leans in.

"To have the chance to tame the viper of the Gong family would certainly be an achievement indeed."

With rapid movements, he unsheaths a hidden dagger in his sleeve and before Yuanzhi can react, he has sliced up the front of Yuanzhi's clothes, ripping them off in tatters.

"Lord Yang!"

Bile rises hot and thick in his chest. Yuanzhi is paralysed by the unfamiliar feeling of impotence and when he tries to use his hands to cover himself up, Lord Yang tuts as if chiding a child and wraps his hand around Yuanzhi's manhood, squeezing painfully enough that Yuanzhi lets out an involuntary gasp.

He hardly registers the way Lord Yang laughs, hot tears prickling and dripping down his cheeks in shame when Lord Yang pulls him close, slapping his ass before gripping him hard, roaring with pleasure.

"This is a good trade! I'll have much fun taming you in my bed! I have never been picky with my lovers, but this one will be a treat, huh? I’ll just need to do a little bit of… Reconfiguring." He flicks at the head of Yuanzhi's cock. "Don't worry beautiful viper, I'll make sure you hardly even miss it."

The vomit in Yuanzhi's throat rises, and he shakes, weakly trying to push the man away when he playfully makes to kiss him.

He's openly choking on tears. Even more so when Lord Yang whispers in his ear, "I can't wait to see you bounce on my cock, pretty viper. It won't matter if you're unwilling, I'll have you anyway. You'll scream so prettily for me, won't you? I'm going to make you cry, make you choke on my cum--"

A spray of blood on Yuanzhi face is the thing that spares him from whatever vile promises are being spewed. He stumbles half a step back, falling into the gentle gunpowder comfort of Zishang's arms that wrap him up in a cloak, holding him tightly against her as she drags him to the side when the hall erupts in sounds of fighting.

"You absolute idiot, what did you have to do that for?!" Zishang hisses, the sound caught between a cry and a sob. Yuanzhi doesn't answer. He can't. Not when he's snapping to the side and vomiting out everything he had last.

Zishang rubs his back through that, still holding on to him when he was done.

"Thank you, Yuanzhi didi, thank you..."

Yuanzhi curls himself into her embrace, holding on to her like a lifeline. When hands try to pull him away, he starts crying, screaming, "No!"

"Didi, it's just me! It's just me..."

The words cut through the fog in his mind. Shangjue's face swims into his view and his sight blurs with tears. Throwing himself into his gege's arms, he sobs silently into the line of his shoulder, choking on spit and snot.

"Did we get all of them?"

"Yes. As per your instructions, we left one alive to run back to their clan to bear this news to their elders. We should prepare."

"Put their heads on pikes at the entrance to the valley," Shangjue says, the dangerous curl of the syllables rumbling against Yuanzhi's chest. "Make sure everyone knows that this is a warning."

"More than that, make sure that whatever happened here today is not spoken about. If any of the servants of the Gong family are caught gossiping, it will be grounds for flogging and immediate dismissal."

Yuanzhi catches the way their Zhiren nods, relaying the order to the Jade Guardians. Careful hands wipe away his tears and Yuanzhi jolts a little. Shangjue purses his lips.

"I'm sorry," Yuanzhi tries. His teeth chatter and the words come out in little more than a slur.

Gege shakes his head. "You did what you thought was right to protect a member of our family. I won't ever fault you for that."

Yuanzhi nods, tucking his face back into the crook of Shangjue's neck. From the sounds of it, their family will have to face the consequences of his action today. When Shangjue gege shifts him into a bridal carry, he catches one last sight of Lord Yang with a familiar dagger sticking out of the back of his head.

"He said..." Yuanzhi tries haltingly. "He said it wouldn't matter if I was unwilling. He'd make me take it anyways."

The hold on him tightens and some small part of Yuanzhi's heart latches onto the way it makes him feel so protected and safe to be held like this. Shangjue doesn't say another word and whisks him away from the hall. Yuanzhi closes his eyes.

Whatever happens next, he will need to be strong enough to face it with the rest of his family.

#gong shangjue x gong yuanzhi #shangzhi #juezhi #my journey to you fic #my journey to you #gab writes stuff #Yeah. This one got quite dark

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