From Chapter 15: “You will go to the martial arts arena tomorrow, and this one will personally teach you.”
Wen Mingyu: “… ! ! !”
Teach? What exactly are you trying to teach? He had a terrifying foreboding all of a sudden!
In accordance with the imperial edict, Rou Guo gong and his whole family was executed.
An old official of the three dynasties, who once highly considered himself as someone who sits at the top, wallowing in blooming riches and honor, was vanquished utterly in a single night, leaving only a smear of blood on the ground.
This sudden event sparked quite a stir in the court.
The most affected was the Rong Guo gong faction. They believe that Mu Zhan’s ascension to the throne was unjust and it only happened in name. Dissatisfied, they discreetly engaged in little tricks. They had assumed Mu Zhan would be apprehensive of the old forces, and that he would find methods to persuade them on his side, so they were a bit cocky and conceited. But at this present moment, they all witnessed Mu Zhan’s approach.
The slew of offenses, piles and fragments that toppled down Rong Guo gong were meticulously documented. The youthful new monarch was not terrified of them, he was also capable of exterminating them with merciless means that spared no pity. For a brief moment, they resembled turtles hiding in their own shells, fearful of being the next victims of mounting the scaffold.
And these events, Wen Mingyu, dwelling in the palace, was completely unaware. He was anxious about attending the martial arts arena. He was not opposed to learning martial arts, but only if his instructor is not Mu Zhan, or he will be under a lot of strain.
The martial arts arena was vast and flat, with plenty of room for training.
Wen Mingyu was clueless until his arrival, he discovered that Mu Zhan originally didn’t intend for him to fight. It was when he noticed that a palace servant had approached with a horse that was towering and robust, with strong limbs and soulful eyes, and a thick and lustrous mane. It appeared to be a fine, gallant horse upon first sight.
The palace servant respectfully handed Mu Zhan the reins as soon as he held out his hand.
“Have you ever ridden a horse?”
Wen Mingyu shook his head, but at close proximity, his eyes were obviously filled with strong yearning and wonder as he gazed at the horse.
From a logical standpoint, it is vital to begin by discussing matters needing attention and precautions, and then followed by execution. Mu Zhan, however, was not your average person who follows the crowd.
He chose to go directly on the last step.
Wen Mingyu only felt a sudden burst of wind, and in a split-second, saw that Mu Zhan spun over and mounted steadily on the horse. He had broad shoulders and long legs, with an upright profile, and a gallant horse that complemented well with his innate temperament. It was like looking at a luminous figure.
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Mu Zhan was probably also under the impression that he had no experience mounting a horse. He withdrew his hand, and before Wen Mingyu could respond, he leaned over and seized Wen Mingyu’s waist, lifting him up to the air and letting him sit in front of his body. Afterwards, he didn’t let go of his hand. He had his arm around Wen Mingyu’s waist and was clutching it tightly, embracing him possessively.
Mu Zhan’s figure was towering and lofty, and Wen Mingyu in his arms was also tall, but had a thin build. Wen Mingyu appeared fragile and small in comparison, as though he was fully enslaved in Mu Zhan’s arms.
In the viewpoint of the palace servants, this scenario received no small stimuli but a big shock. In contrast to their reaction, Zhao Dequan was serene inside, as if everything was perfectly normal.
After all, the Emperor did not slay Wen Mingyu after the previous occasion regarding the script. His rage and desire to kill diminished once he exchanged words with him. When Zhao Dequan realized this, he acknowledged how extraordinary a presence Wen Mingyu was.
Others simply witnessed Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu riding a horse together, in an intimate embrace and doting manner. Wen Mingyu, however, proves to be in a situation far more tough than they had expected.
His entire body was coated in Mu Zhan’s thick pheromones, like a dense net due to close proximity, and there was nowhere to escape
He scowled slightly and incline forth cautiously, attempting to open up a little gap between himself and Mu Zhan, but Mu Zhan pulled the reins and the horse moved forward on command. Due to inertia, Wen Mingyu fell backwards and gently bumped into Mu Zhan, and his back was closely attached to a solid chest. The heat was conveyed through the fabric, making Wen Mingyu feel hot and numb.
All of the little sneaky movements that had been going on in the background were instantly nullified.
Wen Mingyu’s nose was flooded with heavy pheromones, and the fragrance of liquor was somehow enticing.
He blinked his eyes for a moment and dully asked, “… Is Your Majesty in great spirits today?”
Mu Zhan’s flat voice rang forth, “Fairly passable. What makes you say that?”
Wen Mingyu, “…”
Well, I’m getting a whiff of it.
Albeit the fragrance of liquor is a bit thick, it still has a pleasant aroma. His consciousness is still sober, and it will only be noticed if he concentrates on the smell, so it’s not a major issue. Moreover, the most crucial thing was that Mu Zhan’s in great condition, making it much safer to go around without being on tenterhooks of landmines.
Therefore, Wen Mingyu loosened a little of some of his worries, shifted his attention, and focused on the novelty and exhilaration of riding a horse.
Mu Zhan stated that he would personally instruct him, and he really did become a teacher. The horse led them around the martial arts arena while Mu Zhan taught him about horsemanship along the way.
Mu Zhan’s words were succinct, his manner of speaking was languid and lethargic, yet he got right to the point. So even Wen Mingyu, a complete novice, understood what he wants to accomplish.
Mu Zhan didn’t pause after a lap and did not permit Wen Mingyu to dismount from the horse, thus two persons still continued to ride together.
He did, however, pass the reins over to Wen Mingyu and told him to give it a go.
Zhao Dequan’s heart sank as he observed this scenario. It was too risky for those who had never rode before to hold the reins. But even so, this is an irrefutable decision made by His Majesty; no remarks, of course, he did not dare say a word.
The reins were suddenly forced into Wen Mingyu’s grasp. In reality, he was also apprehensive as well. The reins was like a scalding sweet potato, and he was itching to toss it away, but there was an urge that sprung up in his heart, to keep moving forward, which was continually rising up.
In the end, the latter emerged as victorious. In any case, there’s an old driver in the back anyway. So, what exactly would happen later, he doesn’t believe that Mu Zhan would be unconcerned. After all, he’s riding the same horse as Mu Zhan.
Wen Mingyu was a clever person. He listened intently just now to the explanation and wrote it all down in his head. The first time was not whimsical, but was rather done carefully as what Mu Zhan instructed.
He straightened his spine and focused his gaze straight ahead. His eyelashes quiver slightly, and he couldn’t help but shift his eyes and stare down at the reins in his hands, and the horse in front of him.
From Mu Zhan’s position, he could see his rigid, purposefully poised face, his lips puckered as tight as he could, cleverly doing what he had just taught.
Mu Zhan’s hands unconsciously tightens his grasp around Wen Mingyu’s waist, and the coldness startled Wen Mingyu.
In a panic, Wen Mingyu hastily turned his head, “Did I do something wrong?”
He was a dedicated and hardworking student.
It’s just that Mu Zhan was not a serious teacher.
His countenance betrays nothing, he kept a straight face as he softly grabbed Wen Mingyu’s reins-holding hand, gently hooked a finger and murmured, “Your grip is too tight. Relax a little.”
Wen Mingyu did what he was told. He didn’t realize the voice had an unusually huskiness blended to it.
Two shi chen had elapsed.
Wen Mingyu was lifted off the horse after the first horse riding session, and when his feet reached the ground, he felt so sore and feeble that he couldn’t stand still, as if he had just completed some indescribable strenuous exercise.
Mu Zhan seemed to have foreseen this and offered him a helping hand.
Wen Mingyu then proceeded to go forward as planned, but his thighs were suddenly pierced by a sharp ache. The burning sensation was too unbearable and without realizing it, he was walking with his legs wide spread. He moved with great care and exasperatingly slowly, resembling a little penguin.
A low chuckle erupted from above almost simultaneously.
Wen Mingyu snapped his head up to look, and he noticed the corner of My Zhan’s lips hooked up in an unmistakable grin, clearly suppressing a chuckle.
The Dog Emperor was making fun of him!
Wen Mingyu grew enraged with embarrassment. So angry that he lost his reason and swung his arm to tossed Mu Zhan’s hand aside and stormed ahead, furious. However, due to his leg discomfort, he was unable to walk quickly, so he walked resembling a waddling penguin cub.
Wouldn’t say that it’s identical, but it’s like being cast in the same mold.
The palace servants were astonished and horrified once Wen Mingyu shrugged off his hand. They expected that His Majesty would be furious and murder in rage, but they didn’t anticipate the Emperor to laughed out loud the next second. He was not sneering, but rather laughed in a cheerful and carefree way, as if he was crazy. His gloomy countenance, coupled with his cold character had suddenly thawed, and he appeared to be more lively than usual.
Wen Mingyu paused in his tracks when he heard the laughter, then turned around blankly, his eyes round in disbelief.
The truth is, he just took two steps and he already repented, and lamented how rash he had been angering the tyrant on the spot. Was he courting death?
As a result, what he heard and caught sight of…
This time, Wen Mingyu directly exploded with anger.
Dog Emperor!
I’m going to shark you!
ChiFu: Thank you to that someone for the kofi!~ next chapter will be out shortly! Hahaha it must have hurt so much. I really imagined Wen Mingyu storming off in a huff while Mu Zhan laughed XD
In the end, I didn’t take a break haha
He wants to bite him so badly! Hahahahaha!
After my first long horse ride I walked on half-bend legs)
His fear of an unpredictable tyrant turned into anger at a mocking playmate 😂
Probably one of those intentional typos because shark (sha1) and kill (sha1) are pronounced exactly the same.
Thanks for translating!
Mmm about the ‘I’m gonna shark you!’ I think it’s an internet slang since shark and kill in chinese sounds the exact same.