Ye Muo subconsciously looked up at Augustus. Before he could answer, Augustus suddenly got down on one knee.
He stared at Ye Muo from less than half an arm’s length away. His stern eyebrows were like sheathed swords.
“There’s something familiar about your features.”
Augustus shifted a little further forward.
A little uncomfortable, Ye Muo sat up and shifted back slightly.
“I take after Father more. You may have seen him before. My father is Ye Zhiyuan.”
Actually, the only real similarities were their hair and eye colour.
Anyone could tell at a glance that Ye Yun and Ye He were related to Ye Zhiyuan and Lady Ye when they stood together, but Ye Muo stood out. He took after neither parent, but his ambiguous beauty was eye-catching in its own way.
Strictly speaking, even his hair colour wasn’t the same. Although the Ye family all had black hair and eyes, their hair was on the lighter side. Ye Muo’s hair was a shade darker, creating a sharp contrast with his distinctly fair skin.
Augustus stared for a while before he suddenly spoke.
“Has anyone even given you a love letter before?” More specifically, any guys?”
Just as the words left his mouth, Augustus had a sudden change of heart and turned away, ready to get up and leave. He didn’t want to get involved with anyone from the Ye family.
“Sorry, forget it. No need to answer me.”
It was obvious based on Ye Muo’s appearance that he encountered a lot of trouble in this department. Perhaps even more than him.
“En.”
Ye Muo couldn’t help but ask.
“What happened? Are you okay?”
Augustus paused in the middle of getting up, puzzled. “What?”
Ye Muo hesitated but reached over to touch his jaw. It was a feather light touch that tingled a bit.
“Here. Doesn’t it hurt?”
It took a beat for Augustus to realize Ye Muo was talking about his jaw and the injury at the corner of his mouth.
Augustus himself paid it no mind. No one in the Clinton family would either. For example, Mr. Kevin only warily asked Augustus if he caused trouble again when he saw it.
Ye Muo took out a tube of ointment from his jacket pocket. His physique was a bit more fragile than either of his big brothers and he bruised easily. Lady Ye insisted on him keeping some medicine on him for so long that it became a habit.
Ye Muo originally intended to just hand the tube to Augustus, but the other boy already obediently squatted in front of him and tilted his head back.
“This is nothing. You’re being too fussy.”
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Something about him didn’t match up with the rumours.
Ye Muo was long used to being mistaken for his big brother. He explained good-naturedly.
“No, my name is Ye Muo. Ye Yun is my big brother.”
Augustus seemed a little surprised, but he did not pry. Ye Muo was around the same age as Ye Yun, so it was probably something like that. Even many of the Clintons had illegitimate children. It wasn’t unusual after all.
“You’re so unlike your big brothers.”
Not to mention Ye Yun who Augustus had never seen before, Ye He was a vicious character who had been president since first year. He even started to gain the upper hand over all his fellow presidents during his third year.
The First Military Academy had a total of six years, so this feat required more than just brute strength. Ye He has always been a very formidable character at the academy, while Ye Muo was obviously much more tender.
Augustus didn’t know anyone like Ye Muo in his social circle, which included his older sister and brother. Everyone around him was a vicious wolf cub, even him. He had been taught all his life to take, to steal, to be aggressive and competitive.
Suddenly meeting someone like Ye Muo made Augustus feel peculiar. Wouldn’t such a person be bullied out there?
Augusted suddenly ripped his gloves off with his teeth and tossed them aside. He stood up and assumed a fighting stance. His posture was textbook, slightly bowed at the waist as his muscles naturally tensed up. Like a big cat ready to hunt.
“How about it?”
“A lesson with no strings attached. Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you, junior.”
Ye Muo was only here because the medical staff told him to move around a bit. He didn’t have a particular preference as to how. He stood up and took off his shoes like Augustus.
Ye Muo was not keen on fighting. His grade in the class was barely above passing. Thus, he attacked in the way his teacher had taught him in class.
A few moves later, Ye Muo felt his body lighten before he was pressed down on the padded floor. It didn’t hurt at all. Augustus deliberately used a hand to ease the impact.
Augustus’ blond hair fell over his ears. His hand was pressed against Ye Muo’s back.
“What will you do during the Military Academy League at the end of the semester like this?”
The Military Academy League was the final exam for graduates, a simulation of actual battle. Winning or losing didn’t matter, but outstanding students might catch the notice of certain legions and have priority when choosing which one to enter.
An event originally meant for graduates gradually incorporated all students. However, due to their still developing psychic powers, lower years played the role of foot soldiers most of the time. The stage was still mainly reserved for the upper years.
“It’s fine. My big brother, um, second brother said I can just follow my eldest brother then.”
Ye He was graduating this year. He was a student of the command department and a president to boot. Barring any extenuating circumstances, the role of commander should be his during the League.
Augustus frowned, somewhat disgruntled.
“That’s no reason to slack off. It’s highly likely His Majesty will be present at this year’s Military Academy League.”
Ye Muo turned to him. He saw how Augustus’ blue eyes were glittering after mentioning His Majesty.
Augustus said with utmost sincerity.
“Of course you have to put on your best performance in front of His Majesty.”
“Not to mention you’ll enter the points competition after first year. If you can’t defend yourself, you’ll only be able to eat the most unpalatable nutrient solution in the cafeteria.”
He let go of Ye Muo and stood up, assuming the starting position again.
“I happen to be free these days. I’ll help you train properly.”
……
The medical team eventually developed a plan for Ye Muo that was much more conservative than Augustus’ back then despite their similar data in other areas.
The main reason was because Augustus started receiving treatment soon after his development period started so his body wasn’t affected much. Ye Muo was already littered with scars.
The medical team speculated that Ye Muo’s development period might have begun relatively early, and his body was breaking down after many psychic meltdowns. It was very likely that his psychic domain has already sustained damage and could not withstand a large amount of medication.
Ye Muo had to receive treatment every day.
“How are you feeling today?”
“Much better. I haven’t had any more headaches.”
The doctor carefully recorded Ye Muo’s feedback and instructed the nearby Augustus as usual.
“He just received injections so no strenuous activities.”
Augustus was waiting on the sidelines. He huffed but accepted it. He asked the doctor, “I’m already going back to school soon. When will he be well?”
The doctor: “Soon. Then it’s just a matter of receiving injections according to schedule, and after that–”
Augustus interrupted him and cut to the chase.
“Can he return to school on time?”
“Of course. His current condition is stable. As long as he comes back for regular checkups so we can fine tune the treatment plan, it should be fine.”
Augustus only led Ye Muo away after receiving a satisfactory answer.
“Since you can’t do anything, let me take you on a tour of the main manor. There will be a lot of good food today.”
He almost set off at a blistering pace with Ye Muo before coming to a sudden halt.
“Right, no strenuous activities. Let’s walk over.”
A banquet was being held at the main Clinton manor. They spotted many people coming and going as they approached.
Augustus took Ye Muo straight inside. Ignoring what other people would think, he walked straight to the food table and filled a plate with a bit of everything before leading Ye Muo upstairs.
Some of the guests looked on and broke into discussion. Upstairs was where the Clinton family’s rooms were. Outsiders were generally not allowed to go there.
“There’s nothing fun up here, but it’s a lot quieter. Go to my room first. Just keep walking down the hall and go into the room at the end. I’ll go back and grab some drinks.”
Ye Muo carried the plate. Before he could reply, Augustus had already disappeared around the corner.
All of the dark red curtains in the corridor were drawn. The decor here was all in deep shades. The thick carpet on the floor swallowed up any footsteps.
Ye Muo slowly walked with the plate before coming to a sudden stop. He turned to look up an oil painting hanging on the wall. It was a huge portrait painted with light, lifelike strokes.
So lifelike that Ye Muo could not help but take a step back.
The portrait was also in a dark red shade. It seemed to depict a family whose members all had dark hair, dark eyes, and extraordinary appearance.
Unlike ordinary portraits with a variety of subjects and backdrops, the main focus of this portrait were the people. These eight people of various genders and age stood very close together. Some were facing the painter from the side, others from the front.
The only thing they had in common was the imposing, killing intent laced look in their eyes that seemed to pierce out of the portrait.
Standing in front of this painting was like charging into a wolf pack and being scrutinized by them all.
It was a painting that should make people feel uneasy, but Ye Muo inexplicably felt a very wonderful sense of affinity.
After staring at it for who knew how long in utter fascination, he heard someone running towards him from one end of the corridor. Ye Muo turned to see Augustus running over.
Ye Muo was about to ask what was going on, when Augustus turned Ye Muo to face the other end of the corridor and pulled him down onto one knee.
The plate fell on the carpet, spilling the desserts all over the carpet.
Augustus put a hand behind Ye Muo and had him lower his head. Ye Muo heard him speak with reverence.
“Greetings, Your Majesty.”
Ye Muo was so distracted by the painting and the carpet so soft that he never realized someone had come.
Author’s Corner
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Thanks for the chapter 😘❤
Are they finally meeting? I am ready for the pampering and spoiling of the cub. Thanks.
+1 I’m desperate for the Grantz family to reunite
Cub is already being spoiled but I could go for more fluff
Wondering weather his majesty was there the whole time 🤔
+1 that would be cuter ≧∇≦
You’ve made my day. Thanks for the chapter 😍
Excited for this meeting!!
And Augustus turned out much kinder than I expected.
Heh, it’s great that Augustus used his Grantz-fanatical instincts. He treats our Ye Muo well!
With His Majesty here, I wonder if there’ll be problems like psychic fluctuations in the next chapter? Daddy Grantz will surely be able to help Ye Muo!
Curious how their meeting will go… Thanks for the update and cliffy! 🤣❤️🤣❤️🤣❤️
Dads here!!
Thanks for the chapters <3
I wonder the Grantz have a natual attractiveness to the main families? Like something inherent in their blood.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
i was going to say he’d probably go to the school to try and meet his some but-
awww he sees his family and feels it!! T^T !!! awh the precious one