Somehow, there was a translation note that did not work and I only found about it later. Fixed it! Happy reading!
The door appeared to be locked.
Ye Yang felt weird. He slowly turned his head to stare at Feng Luan, who was lying on the table. For a little while, he could only sigh internally due to how quickly Kang Ning sold his master in such an unexpected way.
Not to mention how the tyrant would forget everything when sober, and he’d have to spew a bunch of sweet words to avoid raising his suspicions, insisting that Yun Yang’s body was frail and lacked the strength to move him to bed.
At any rate, Feng Luan didn’t black out yet and the quality of the wine was satisfactory. Because he was sleeping on his stomach, Ye Yang had a fairly easy job dragging him onto the bed—yet, this still proved to be exhausting and he was left sweating all over. He propped him up and glanced around, searching for a place where he himself could rest.
Feng Luan’s bedchamber was truly barren, adorned with few furnishings and looking all around empty and spacious. There was only one bed; the chamber resembled anything but a tyrant’s opulent bedroom.
Nevertheless, he didn’t dare sleep with Feng Luan, especially since he had only 16 points left. He also couldn’t take the spot on the bed himself and leave Feng Luan to rest on the ground.
He placed his clothes on the floor, but it was incredibly uncomfortable to sleep there. Be that as it may, he laid there for some time, feeling the cold surrounding his body and causing him to shiver. Looking at the main culprit sleeping like a log on the bed, it was unavoidable for him to choke with resentment. Without further ado, he got up, pulled the sheets off the bed and down on him, then took off his cumbersome outer robe and threw it on the dog emperor to use it as a blanket.
Isn’t this dog emperor healthy? Then he should freeze, he deserves to freeze!
The dog emperor’s quilt felt expensive upon feeling it, at least more expensive than his own. Ye Yang remained wrapped in the quilt on the ground, feeling slightly warmer than before. After such a tiring day, he was already heavy-eyed and it didn’t take long until he finally fell asleep. He felt restless the entire night. It wasn’t until the next morning, when the sounds of servants walking around outside and whispering woke him up.
The sky was already rather bright, appearing to be only six or seven in the morning. Ye Yang rubbed his eyes and yawned. He was about to sit up and stretch his body, but the soreness and aching pain in his back stopped him from doing so. He was unable to even straighten his waist and the discomfort caused him to grit his teeth. He couldn’t stretch due to how uncomfortably he slept.
The only thing he was physically able to do was stand up with difficulty while clutching his back and grumbling. The whispers outside immediately stopped and were even softer. Ye Yang was already on his feet and making his way curiously to the door, yet, just as he was about to open the door, he caught the conversation the servants were having outside.
“Seems like he’s already up,” stated a female court attendant. “Shouldn’t we call over Chief Steward Kang?”
“Not so fast,” replied another person, voice dripping with confidence, as if she was experienced. “Haven’t you read any poems before?”
She lowered her voice so as to not be heard and Ye Yang almost reached the crack of the door before listening to their next words.
“A servant didn’t lift up the damsel in distress and, thus, benefits were bestowed on him,” the court attendant added meaningfully. “Don’t forget that His Majesty didn’t attend the imperial court session today.”
Ye Yang, “……”
What in the world!
Fuming, Ye Yang slammed the door open, startling the two female court attendants in the process, who were whispering outside. They fell to their knees straight away, causing Ye Yang to step back in shock. However, they both had already parted their lips to speak.
“Congratulations to Yun shijun! Congratulations to Yun shijun!” Their voices were clear, as if they had been preparing for this for some time. “Has Yun shijun decided to rouse?”
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All of Ye Yang’s anger dispelled and, after a while, he opened his mouth, saying, “I…… I’ll do it on my own.”
The two court attendants glanced at each other seemingly understanding and one of them asked, “Should we prepare hot water for the bath, Yun shijun?”
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The other continued, “If Yun shijun is already awake, this servant will go inside and clean up.”
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Perhaps it was due to the sluggishness caused by his hangover, because Feng Luan stared at the sky for a moment before breaking out of his reverie and asking, “What time is it?”
The court attendants gave each other a meaningful look. Then, one of them answered, “Your Majesty, it is already morning.”
Feng Luan was shocked and rose in a hurry. His tone carried some displeasure as he spoke, “Why has zhen not been woken from sleep?”
He would usually be up and about before the sun was up in the sky, but it was already dawn and hadn’t gone to court yet. He was running so late and no one woke him up; most probably, he wasn’t even due to attend the morning imperial court session anymore. In his heart, he was fuming and didn’t wait for the two female court attendants to answer. He was much too angry. “Where is Kang Ning?”
The two court attendants quivered and knelt down on the ground, unsure of what to say in response. The older one, seeing that the other couldn’t conceal it, panicked and answered, “Earlier…… this morning, Commander Shen came here and left with Chief Steward Kang.”
Feng Luan’s face darkened again as he enunciated, “Shen Shaoheng?”
The court attendant trembled and added, “Chief Steward Kang also mentioned that Your Imperial Majesty rarely sleeps so well……”
Feng Luan said in a frosty tone, “Nonsense.”
Ye Yang stood awkwardly on the side, keeping his mouth shut.
Sleep well? Did Feng Luan actually sleep well?
He was, obviously, very drunk and very unconscious just moments ago, and his hangover had clearly caused him pain.
However, Ye Yang was also familiar with the person mentioned by Feng Luan, Shen Shaoheng. He was the youngest brother of Imperial Concubine Shen, Shen Xiangning, who was designated as the commander of the imperial guards by Feng Luan. When he was young, he was Feng Luan’s tutor, and was pivotal in the development of the storyline of Feng Luan, Chu Lian and others going on southern tours in the later books. Ye Yang had never seen him ever since he had transmigrated in the novel, and now, listening to someone talk about him piqued his curiosity.
Feng Luan ordered for Kang Ning to return and left to wash up. Although he did not get up in time to attend the court session, his government affairs could not be ignored. Ye Yang stood next to him, feeling conflicted and thinking, just what kind of tyrant is he? He’s obviously a diligent and compassionate emperor.
He was loitering there, when the imperial physician arrived.
Apparently, the imperial physician came here every day in order to give medicine to Feng Luan. Ye Yang had no knowledge of its efficacy, yet as he stared at the dark medicinal soup, he couldn’t help but remember Feng Luan’s ‘not that effective’ expression. Eager to know more about this medicine, he stepped forward and asked, “What’s this for? Is it effective?”
The imperial physician nodded without much thought and replied, “Yun shijun, this medicinal drug was carefully prepared using a secret recipe by our physicians. It is very effective.”
Ye Yang gave the imperial physician a meaningful look and nodded seriously, seemingly understanding his words.
Feng Luan was already prone to having headaches and couldn’t get a good night’s sleep because of them, which is why the imperial physician would give him sedatives every day. On this particular day, his headaches worsened due to suffering from a hangover. He definitely wasn’t in the mood to converse with Ye Yang. Listening to him, he only raised his eyes slightly and drank the medicinal soup without so much of a frown.
Ye Yang, at a loss, exclaimed, “What a hero!”
Feng Luan, “……”
The imperial physician turned to look at Ye Yang and told him, “Precisely. Because Yun shijun is here, this servant is in no need of bringing over medicine for you.”
The wound on Ye Yang’s shoulder had healed, leaving an extremely unsightly scar. The flesh grown over the wound caused some itching. He had no issue enduring it during the day, but at night it felt incredibly uncomfortable. He’d been using ointment delivered from the imperial infirmary to relieve it. However, today, the imperial physician had added some new medicine to the prescription, insisting that it was great for healing scars. If applied for a few months, the scar would eventually fade away.
Ye Yang didn’t mind it. He was used to living rough and wanted to live rough. He didn’t believe it was that big of a deal to have a few scars, but it was different now. He was a servant of the emperor. No matter his thoughts and beliefs, there would be others who’d take care of his scar in his stead.
He took the medicine from the imperial physician and thanked him. He thought of applying it after getting back to his own chamber, but Feng Luan stared at him and, perhaps feeling guilty, ordered the imperial physician to give it to him. Then, he took the initiative to say, “Zhen will do it.”
Ye Yang instantly froze and refused vehemently, “You are the sovereign of a country. How could I let you do that?”
Feng Luan was already holding the ointment and commanding the imperial physician and the other attendants to temporarily withdraw from the chamber. Upon hearing Ye Yang say this, he raised his eyebrows slightly. As soon as the -1 popped up above his head, Ye Yang immediately began untying his clothes and offered a courteous smile, saying, “Your Majesty, please.”
Feng Luan, “……”
He undressed, displaying the gauze with ointment wrapped around his shoulder. Afterwards, he slowly peeled off the gauze. The wound on his shoulder had nearly healed with tender flesh surfacing, leaving a rather twisted red mark that was no more than three inches long. It was slashed on his fair and thin shoulder, looking very out of place and unpleasant.
Feng Luan had long since grown accustomed to witnessing all kinds of injuries and didn’t consider this to be anything frightening, but Yun Yang was different. Before Yun Yang entered the palace, he had gotten wind of the young master of the Yun family. The Yun family pampered him and him getting so severely wounded would be shocking. He was afraid that even being pricked by a thorn would cause the Yun family great distress, and yet this injury, for him, would be……
Feng Luan felt guilty and gently caressed the scar on Ye Yang’s shoulder. His voice was a bit softer when he asked, “Does it hurt?”
Ye Yang dodged his touch and hissed, “Sss, tickles…… Can’t you just apply it and be done with it?”
Feng Luan, “……”
He smeared some ointment on his fingers and carefully rubbed it on the scar. Although he knew that Ye Yang’s wound had healed, he was still mindful to not hurt him. Since childhood, he practiced martial arts, having somewhat thin fingertips and shoulders which seemed fairly rough in appearance. When he touched Ye Yang’s shoulder and back, the strange feeling made Ye Yang shrink.
This particular feeling was way too odd. He had also been a regular of a bathhouse and was used to being bathed by the uncle owning it. However, that feeling was different than the one he was currently experiencing. When Feng Luan’s hand brushed against his shoulder, the bottom of his spine tingled and he squirmed away awkwardly. Feng Luan could not comprehend the reason he was doing this; he thought his touch was still ticklish. He grabbed Ye Yang’s hand and told him, “Do not avoid me.”
Ye Yang waved his hand and casually made up an excuse. “Your Majesty, it still tickles me. Let me do it myself.”
Before he could even finish speaking, Feng Luan’s other hand gripped his shoulder, causing Ye Yang to tremble all over. His face reddened slightly and his voice lowered.
“Your…… Your Majesty,” he stammered. “I, I…… I’ll do it myself.”
What the!
Just apply the ointment! And what’s wrong with my reaction!
Before Feng Luan could speak, the female court attendants, who had been sent earlier to get Kang Ning, returned with Kang Ning and Shen Shaoheng in tow. However, when he noticed Ye Yang’s persistence, he nodded, got up and left to talk with Kang Ning and Shen Shaoheng in the side hall of the palace.
Ye Yang’s cheeks burned, but luckily for him, the light was not as bright and inside the room was pretty gloomy. Thus, Feng Luan didn’t glimpse his embarrassed and troubled expression. He patted his face, firmly believing that Yun Yang’s body was behind all these abnormal reactions. He hastily applied the ointment, dressed himself and endeavored to remain calm. Then, he walked to the side hall, hoping to come up with excuses to leave early.
Yet, the moment he set foot beyond the door, he saw Feng Luan throwing a tea cup on the ground and court attendants kneeling everywhere, all while Kang Ning attempted to persuade him.
“Your Majesty, take it easy,” said Kang Ning. “It is fortunate for our court to have such an advisor—”
“He speaks only nonsense and recklessly states lies about zhen! How fucking fortunate indeed!” Feng Luan tore the handwritten accordion booklet and balled it up, then threw it outside the door and spoke angrily, “What are the rumors about? Is zhen so despicable in the rumors spread by the people?!”
The ball of paper rolled to Ye Yang’s feet, and Ye Yang slowly lowered his head, looking at the words written on the other side of the paper. He could barely make out the words.
According to hearsay told by the people……tyrant……debauched……a love for slaughtering others……engages in sexual……and……if the laws of heaven exist……should be put to death……
Ye Yang, “……”
Alright, time to fill in the gaps.
He closed his eyes and willed his Chinese proficiency, which was not his forte, to combine all these scattered words into sentences.
Then a phrase came to his mind.
According to hearsay told by the people, this tyrant is debauched and has a love for slaughtering others. He engages in sexual activity all night long and that is why the emperor does not attend the imperial court session in the early morning. If the laws of heaven exist, he should be put to death.
Feng Luan raised his hand and smashed the intact teacup lid on the ground.
“Zhen sees that he is retaliating for having to copy ‘Teaching the Ignorant’!” Feng Luan’s face turned pale from rage. “Zhen works in the administration diligently every day, how is it that zhen is regarded as a tyrant!”
Ye Yang, “……”
Hold on.
Isn’t this tyrant’s self-awareness kind of different from that of the author of the original work?
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Happy to see this back. I had skimmed the previous chapters meaning to start over so this is the perfect time. There’s definitely more to it than I had absorbed the first time.
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