Feng Luan’s icy gaze fixed upon Shen Shaoheng, hoping that he would soon recognize his own foolish mistakes.
Shen Shaoheng swallowed hard, bewildered as he said, “Wait, Yun shijun is a man, and that bulging belly of Yun shijun’s……”
Huh.
Ruined temple, a rainy night, solitary figures, men without companions.
Though the appearance of those peculiar individuals clad in nocturnal garments and their significance in this affair remained shrouded in mystery, the juxtaposition of the aforementioned words evoked an anticipation of imminent extraordinary events. Simultaneously, Yun shijun, with deliberate intent, accentuated his attire to manifest a prominent, bulging belly.
Shen Shaoheng, “……”
Shen Shaoheng felt that he had come to an understanding.
The scenario of a man experiencing pregnancy, even for someone well-versed in a wide range of literary works like him, had only been encountered once in the pages of “Like the Dream, the Wushan Mountain.” It left an indelible impression on him. That the emperor, who abstained from such literature, was so well-informed about it truly befitted his imperial stature. Seated amidst a myriad of beauties, the emperor’s broad knowledge set him apart from those who engaged in mere paper warfare.
He hurriedly dashed outside to prompt the preparation of horses, then personally mounted one, riding alongside Feng Luan to guide him. Concerned about Shen Shaoheng’s reaction and fearing further misunderstandings, Feng Luan had already retrieved the clothes used to pad Ye Yang’s stomach within the ruined temple. The elder assassin, being held outside, caught a momentary glimpse of Ye Yang’s flattened abdomen in Feng Luan’s arms. Recalling Shen Shaoheng addressing Ye Yang as ‘Shijun,’ he seemed to suddenly understand something. Witnessing Feng Luan cradling Ye Yang and mounting the horse, he couldn’t contain his anger and shouted from behind, “You deceitful impostors! You pair of deceitful impostors!”
Surrounded by the onlooking Imperial Guards, their gazes filled with speculation yet restrained by silence, Feng Luan dared not provoke further discourse. Judging by their glances, it seemed that numerous peculiar conjectures had already taken root. Feng Luan, reluctant to dwell on the matter, merely cradled Ye Yang in his arms. Concerned about the rising wind, he tightly enveloped him in his own robe, hastily making their way back.
He was deeply worried.
The Imperial Guards had made quite a commotion when they burst in, and now the journey back was rough and jolting, yet Ye Yang remained unconscious. Having sensed Ye Yang’s high temperature the previous night, Feng Luan now felt even more anxious, fearing that Ye Yang’s condition had worsened. Worried that the imperial physician might not arrive in time, he hurriedly returned to the camp. There, he found Ming Yan and others anxiously waiting outside the tent. Without wasting time on explanations, he carried Ye Yang into his tent. Once the imperial physician arrived and checked Ye Yang’s pulse, he reassured Feng Luan that Ye Yang was only suffering from a cold invading his body. Due to his weakened constitution, he had fallen into a deep sleep after taking medicine. It would not be long before he woke up. Only then did Feng Luan heave a sigh of relief, finally able to ease his troubled mind.
Upon turning back, he immediately caught sight of the glances from the individuals behind him.
Shen Shaoheng wore a peculiar expression, having donned this strange demeanor ever since he discovered Ye Yang’s belly stuffed with clothes. Feng Luan couldn’t fathom what was going on in his mind, nor did he have any desire to delve into the thoughts of Shen Shaoheng, whose mind was often occupied with tales of romance and intrigue.
On the side, Ming Yan had a faint smile on her lips, sharing some commonality in expression with Shen Shaoheng. However, Ming Yan’s countenance was gentle and benevolent, invoking thoughts in Feng Luan of the Empress Dowager and the grand wedding he was supposed to have. Meanwhile, Shen Xiangning fanned herself nearby, her gaze shifting meaningfully between Feng Luan and Ye Yang. Chu Lian, cradling her dog, seemed entirely focused on her furry companion.
Among the group, only Kang Ning stood on the side of the camp, a look of concern on his face. He held the physician’s prescription in his hand and instructed the palace attendants to prepare the medicine promptly.
Feng Luan wanted to explain, “Zhen was just……”
Shen Xiangning had already risen to her feet, interrupting whatever he was about to say next.
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“Since Yun shijun is well, Your Majesty should rest early,” Shen Xiangning called out to the others, beckoning them to rise and follow her out. “Let us go then. If there’s nothing urgent, let’s not linger here.”
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It wasn’t until the afternoon that Ye Yang slowly awoke from his slumber.
He had a severe headache, and his throat felt sore, making it difficult to speak. When he attempted to move his arm, he sensed that his blanket seemed to be pressed down by something, and he struggled for a while to free his hand. Finally managing to open his eyes, he indeed saw Feng Luan sleeping fully clothed on the outer edge of the bed. The luxurious bedding and canopy above the bed seemed unfamiliar—it was evident this was not his own tent.
With just a few coughs, Feng Luan was roused from his sleep. As Ye Yang opened his eyes, a sense of reassurance crossed Feng Luan’s expression. Yet, he spoke, “The physician has delivered medicine earlier. Now that you’re awake, perhaps it’s time to partake in its remedy.”
Ye Yang, “……”
Just roused from sleep, still a bit dazed, and with a persistent fever, Ye Yang leaned against the bed without a word. The palace attendant brought the medicine, and Feng Luan personally held the medicine bowl, intending to feed it to him. However, being unaccustomed to caretaking, Feng Luan directly brought a spoonful of medicine to Ye Yang’s lips. After taking a sip, Ye Yang immediately furrowed his brows, muttering, “Bitter, hot.”
Feng Luan was momentarily taken aback, glancing at the medicine in the bowl. Cooling it down was feasible, but bitterness posed a challenge. He could only use gentle words to comfort Ye Yang, saying, “Good medicine is bitter in taste……”
Ye Yang replied, “I have a headache, I won’t drink.”
With those words, he directly closed his eyes and pulled the blanket over his head, intending to resume his sleep.
Feng Luan, “……”
Feng Luan felt a bit irritated.
He understood that during a fever, one could feel dizzy and uncomfortable, and considering Yun Yang’s pampered upbringing, there might be a bit of petulance. Yet, Ye Yang refusing to take the medicine seemed like toying with his own health. Growing a bit annoyed, Feng Luan, observing Ye Yang’s stubborn demeanor, gritted his teeth and said, “Do you want zhen to force you to take it?”
Ye Yang, “……”
Ye Yang opened his eyes, gazing at the canopy above the bed. Despite the splitting pain in his head, faint memories began to surface in his throbbing mind.
In the romance novels he had read, how did the other protagonist typically respond when one fell ill and refused to take medicine?
In nine out of ten cases, they would resort to feeding medicine through a kiss.
And in novels with titles containing words like “domineering CEO” or “tyrant,” this probability was undoubtedly one hundred percent.
He was startled, wishing he could quickly sit up from the bed, headache be damned. He hastily took the medicine bowl from Feng Luan’s hand and exclaimed, “I’ll drink, I’ll drink right away!”
Feng Luan, “……”
Feng Luan watched in astonishment as Ye Yang swiftly gulped down the medicine, not quite understanding how he suddenly changed his mind. Somewhat puzzled, he asked, “Why did you……”
With a throbbing headache, Ye Yang mumbled without much thought, “Even if I have to drink ten bowls of medicine, it won’t give you the chance to kiss me.”
Feng Luan blinked in surprise and asked, “……Yun shijun, what did you just say?”
“Don’t even think about kissing me, I’m resolute, absolutely resolute,” Ye Yang muttered. “You can forget about any such thoughts.”
Feng Luan, “……”
After speaking, Ye Yang laid back down, closed his eyes, and said, “I’m going to sleep.”
He seemed genuinely delirious, unaware of the nonsensical words he had just uttered. His long, black hair spread out behind him, and his slender hands tightly gripped the luxurious bedspread. With closed eyes, long lashes trembled lightly, and after drinking the medicine, his lips displayed a hint of moisture, exuding a subtle radiance. As Feng Luan looked at him, his mind was filled with Ye Yang’s earlier words—no chance, how could there be no chance?
He was almost inclined to lean down, but he didn’t want to overstep boundaries. Yet, he found it challenging to suppress the palpitations in his heart. Watching as Ye Yang, much like before, pulled the covers higher to shield his face from the bothersome candlelight, Feng Luan finally yielded to his emotions when the blanket reached just below Ye Yang’s nose.
He propped one hand near Ye Yang’s ear, the other pressed down on the rising silk quilt. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on the fabric.
Merely separated by a luxurious bedspread.
Ye Yang’s nose gently rubbed against his nose bridge. After a moment, Ye Yang’s eyes widened, as if all the drowsiness had instantly dissipated from his mind. Shocked, he leaned backward, almost shouting, “What are you—”
The silk quilt slipped away.
Feng Luan’s face was mere inches away, and the warm breath he exhaled brushed against Ye Yang’s face. Yet, he couldn’t utter the words he had intended to say, as if all speech was caught in his throat. Seeing Feng Luan lean in again, a kiss landing on the tip of his nose, seemingly slightly moist, but with such a gentle touch, Ye Yang’s face flushed crimson. Not a trace of disgust emerged; instead, from his spine down, it felt as if everything had momentarily turned soft.
“You see,” Fu Luan chuckled softly by his ear, “if zhen desires it, there is nothing beyond the realm of possibility.”
……
A tingling sensation resonated by Ye Yang’s ear, but there was only one thought in his mind.
Damn, this dog emperor dared to take liberties with him~
What’s the deal? Did he think less of him because he’s just a part-time self-defense instructor for women in the police community?!
Before Feng Luan’s words could fully settle, Ye Yang had already bent his leg upward. Considering the importance of preserving the imperial lineage, he had applied less force. However, being unwell and inherently weak, coupled with the peculiar softness in his lower back at the moment, what was initially intended as a defense against a wolf turned into a casual leg lift. Feng Luan effortlessly sidestepped, skillfully wedging Ye Yang’s leg between his own and holding his waist to prevent further movement. With a slight frown, he said, “Had you taken the medicine properly, you wouldn’t find yourself in this situation.”
Ye Yang gritted his teeth.
Dog emperor.
And now he’s blaming him?!
He wished he could kick Feng Luan off the bed, but his weakened state and soft legs thwarted his efforts. After struggling for a while, panting heavily and breaking into a sweat, he hadn’t gained much advantage. He managed to kick Feng Luan a few times, but it was more like playful roughhousing than a forceful action. Feng Luan might have thought the playfulness went too far and was concerned about Ye Yang catching another chill after sweating. Thus, he apologized, saying, “It is zhen’s fault. Please don’t be angry anymore.”
Ye Yang gritted his teeth, finally blurting out, “You dog emperor—”
Feng Luan, “……”
Before he could finish his sentence, and before Feng Luan could respond, Shen Shaoheng had already lifted the tent door curtain. He was about to enter when he said, “Your Majesty, those assassins—”
Inside the tent, the quilt was tossed into a twisted mess, the pillow thrown onto the floor, and the two of them were in a peculiar posture, balancing against each other. They both turned their heads simultaneously to look at him.
Shen Shaoheng, “……”
Shen Shaoheng quickly lowered the tent flap. “My apologies for the interruption!”
Uff, the balls are safe, at least for now XD
Thank You for the chapter ♡(ŐωŐ人)
hahah!! ty for reading <3
Lmaoo shen shaoheng always has the best timing for misunderstandings 😂
shen shaoheng is a professional mood breaker lolz
I like the increasingly more playful Feng Luan. His attitude is the perfect antidote for his salty little wife!