From Chapter 18: He held out his hand to brush the hair that had slipped in front of Wen Mingyu’s forehead. It then revealed his vivid eyes and arched brows, and his untamed youthful spirit.
“If you want this one to teach you, what will this one get in return?”
Mu Zhan smiled as he focused his attention on him, his thoughts inexplicable.
Wen Mingyu was clueless to the sudden turn of events that just transpired. It was his fault and it’s only his responsibility now that he feared Mu Zhan would be furious and murder the imperial servants. Thus, he couldn’t help but bring himself to mention something ambiguous with stabbing thorns on the spur of the moment. .
The bare consequence was… in return?
He really couldn’t endure being taught any skills by Mu Zhan.
Once again, the muddled Wen Mingyu was dragged along by Mu Zhan to the emperor’s chamber.
Siesta time.
Mu Zhan did not offer Wen Mingyu the option to decline. He accompanied him to the bedside and sent him off with a shove. Wen Mingyu collapsed on the bed, his long jet-black mane cascaded around him like vines. The collar was slightly unkempt and loose, displaying his exquisite milk-white clavicle. A sight that was at the mercy of the monarch to harvest.
Wen Mingyu was absolutely baffled. What are you doing?
Afterwards, Mu Zhan swiftly followed suit. He laid down alongside him on the bed. He was within arm’s reach, and the pheromones he emitted were too intense and menacing.
Pushed down, on the bed, and just the two of them.
Wen Mingyu couldn’t avoid thinking that this leads to the same direction of being his bed warmer. HIs entire body was rigid. He hurriedly stood up and settled himself to sit down. He said, “Your Majesty, someone like me shouldn’t sleep on the emperor’s bed. Instead, I should stand guard next to it.”
Mu Zhan cast a fleeting glance. “Haven’t you already slept?”
Wen Mingyu was startled for a second before recalling his intoxicated state. His heart howled inside and how he hoped he could bash his head into the wall.
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Mu Zhan reached out his hand and grasped his lapel, drawing him closer to his arms. The strength made Wen Mingyu lean down and in a flash, Mu Zhan’s face was close, exceedingly close, and close enough to touch. His breath was interwoven with his, and regardless of the pheromones, there was no distinction between the both of them.
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Mu Zhan scoffed faintly, and nonchalantly drew it back on him, letting it sheltered the portion of his pale jade-like skin. Then, he freed his hand and lay down leisurely. He shut his eyes and muttered plainly, “Go to sleep.”
Wen Mingyu was blown away and unable to respond. In another person’s eyes, it clearly indicates unwillingness.
In a cold voice, Mu Zhan bluntly said, “Do you have any idea of the fate of the people who defy this one’s commands? This one will ask someone to bind five ropes to the four limbs and neck, with the other end of the ropes connected to five horses. The horses then gallop in opposite directions simultaneously, and that person’s body is torn off alive…”
Seconds after his advice, Wen Mingyu abashedly dived onto the bed and lay down. He drew the brocade quilt over him and clutched the quilt’s rim with his hands, appearing as if he had already fallen asleep. It was an incomparable good behavior.
Although he realized something again after two seconds. He yanked the other half of the quilt and tossed it over Mu Zhan. He wrapped it around him and tucked him in like a cone.
Absolutely perfect.
How considerate he was.
Wen Mingyu was lying on the bed closely beside the sleeping tyrant. His heart was in an earthquake state. He reasoned that he couldn’t sleep due to being frightened. And yet, the dragon bed’s side effect was that it’s too fluffy and cozy to sleep onto. He didn’t notice when, but he had already drifted into a half-state slumber. He sensed a heat source nearby and instinctively touched it over. However, he was barely a few steps close when he was dragged into a broad embrace.
The first thing he saw when he woke up and opened his eyes wide again was a taut, solid chest.
He was still not fully conscious; his eyes were still behind a misty moonlight. Some of his ruffled hair became an antenna and was sticking up, and the other half of his face squished just now against the cushion was a pale pink. The blank, dumb stare he gave to people was extremely adorable.
“Awake already?”
Following the overly-familiar voice, Wen Mingyu was greeted with Mu Zhan’s smile full of ridicule. His spirit soon reawakened and he quickly recovered his wits, only to discover himself nestled in Mu Zhan’s arms. He became even more alarmed as he hurriedly broke free. “… have offended His Majesty.”
Mu Zhan slowly and carefully rose with the support of his hand on the bed. He looked at him. Then he abruptly extended his hand and squeezed his lower back, forcing him to collapse back into his bosom.
Wen Mingyu couldn’t prevent himself from lunging forward, his forehead collided with Mu Zhan’s shoulder, and he was practically resting in his arms like a hand is to the glove.
Mu Zhan sank his head to the edge of his throat. The tip of his nose twitched as he sniffed faintly. He muttered heavily, “I have noticed that when you are nearby, I can always fall asleep soundly.”
Wen Mingyu shuddered. He had long acknowledged that Mu Zhan would soon notice, but he was nevertheless a bit startled when he abruptly admitted it. Is he interested in investigating the source of the pheromone?
Stabilizing Wen Mingyu up on the bed was his left hand, keeping him partially steady. It helped him refuse to sink entirely into Mu Zhan’s embrace. And yet Mu Zhan placed his fingers on the back of his hand, each finger precisely interlocking into Wen Mingyu’s. The ten fingers intertwined and snugly clasped like a chain, tightly detaining him.
The other hand rested at the nape of Wen Mingyu’s neck. A gentle grip, followed by a slow caress down to his silky jet-black hair, and further down to his backside.
He spoke in a long-drawn out tone. “What kind of incense have you been using? This one likes it a lot. Allow this one to think of how to preserve the scent and inhale it whenever this one likes.”
Wen Mingyu resembled a tiny animal that had been constricted in its vital parts. He didn’t dare to budge beneath the gaze of his natural adversary. After battling for a while, he said sincerely after a brief pause, ”This is something my body possesses naturally. If Your Majesty appreciates it, I will just come over if you like.”
Mu Zhan chuckled quietly as he appeared to sense the raging thunder deep in his heart via his eyes. “What thoughts do you have in your mind, am I such a mean person?”
Wen Mingyu responded by raising his hand, albeit in his heart. Obviously not, you are the original merciless, but honorable senior!
“This one will not likely cut you apart. As long as you remain obediently by this one’s side.”
Mu Zhan’s breath swept past Wen Mingyu’s ears, causing an unbearable ticklishness to puff, forcing him to shake violently. He was caught off guard by Mu Zhan’s thinly veiled, dismal finality in his tone, as if Mu Zhan had penetrated his heart and seen through his thoughts. He will stick around in the meantime, but he will drift away as soon as the chance presents itself.
These thoughts, however, without a doubt, should not reach Mu Zhan’s ears. “I shall always remain on your side, Your Majesty.”
The dewy eyes that glittered were clear and inviting, covered in a blanket of unadulterated truth, like the sunlight scorching the gushing stream. The everlasting faith and commitment of such eyes softly weakens one’s steely heart.
Mu Zhan gazed at him without saying anything; his expression was erratic, and he was unsure of what was on his mind.
Wen Mingyu, likewise, did not avert his gaze and instead smiled charmingly, as if he was engaged in an imaginary debate with Mu Zhan. Then he broke the stillness by tilting his head, as if he had experienced an epiphany. He exclaimed, “Your Majesty, there is still hope to preserve the scent; it’s still not without a remedy. If Your Majesty gives me something and if I wear it all the time, the scent of my body will contaminate it. ”
He studied Mu Zhan’s countenance. There was a tinge of provocation in his words, hoping to gauge his reaction to his pheromones. Mu Zhan enjoys the scent of his pheromones, which would be of benefit to his continued dwelling in the palace, but he doesn’t want Mu Zhan to delve further than necessary.
Mu Zhan lowered his gaze. He appeared to be seriously considering the viability of this matter.
Then, he finally reached out to take a hold of Wen Mingyu’s armpits. He lifted the man up from his arms and placed him on the bed. He rose up and motioned for him to take off his outer robe.
Mu Zhan approached Wen Mingyu, who was in a stupor. Without uttering a word, he directly stripped off his outer robe and dressed him in the emperor’s exclusive, elaborated dragon-patterned robe.
Mu Zhan scrutinized the view for a moment, then gave a slight nod and showed a satisfied expression on his face. “You will be wearing this. You are not permitted to remove it.”
“…”
The dumbfounded Wen Mingyu was too stunned. He considered donning a scented sachet or whatever, and yet how did he end up wearing the dragon robe.
Are you a violent tyrant or a dim-witted, fatuous tyrant? Why is the dragon robe handed to individuals so casually? Uninformed people might circulate stories that the monarch has succumbed to the allure of some evil, blue-skinned spirit that only knows how to spell disasters.
This dragon robe was tailor-made just for Mu Zhan. Its sleeves were too long and a bit oversized and sloppy, giving him the appearance of a youngster sneaking through grownups’ clothing. .
He was clothed in this manner as he stepped out. Zhao Dequan seemed to have seen a ghost as his face went pale and he quickly dropped to his knees in fright. And Mu Zhan, on the other hand, was unbothered and was even a little impatient. “Zhao Dequan, to think you are terrified of such trifling matters. What’s the point of sticking with this one for so long.”
Zhao Dequan asked for forgiveness. He rose swiftly, bowed politely, and stood to one side, yet the tempestuous storm in his heart failed to be pacified.
The emperor is overly fond of Young Master Wen, he wondered to himself. Maybe, there might come a day when His Majesty would laugh as he pinned the person onto the dragon throne, and the sight would not be shocking at all.
ChiFu: Oh! Oh! Here comes the incense! And some foreshadowing, I forgot??:D ;D As much as I wanted to post some extra, my busy self just couldn’t (studying will soon end). But don’t worry, I’m counting ;D (missing extra updates and support from my kofi). So yeah, wait for my vacation. I definitely will!
Also, the urge to translate every English word into my language so that there’s no absolutely, suddenly weird meaning behind it when you read it. TT (But it’s fun reading it in my mother tongue! So funny XD) It was actually the shortest one that I have translated so far… and yet it felt the longest to me??
Ooh~ boyfriend robe! 😍
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This is a meme with cats (maybe it’s exist only in my country), but only with the Sons of the dragon:
Big Son of the Dragon
Smaller Son of a Dragon
Who is this
Thank you very much for the translation
Love their interactions😂
Good thing he didn’t rabbit during the sleep together! Hahahahaha! Thanks for the update! 🤣❤️🐰
Thanks for the chapter
Wen Mingyu with the oversized robe sounds so cuteee ><
Thanks for the chapter! <3
Foreshadowing
Thanks for the chapter ~
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Oversized robe ⭐👄⭐
Thank you for the chapter 💖
Haha I love how Wen Mingyu’s sense of self-preservation is just barely dependable and yet it really does kick in at crucial moments 😂. And I’m weirdly relieved that the emperor can admit that the scent helps him sleep. It feels like a concession bordering on a vulnerability.
Waiting for that moment when he pushes him to the dragon throne
Eager for the next chapter
hahaha XD
thanks for the chapter <3
As much as I want to laugh, wth I have a nose strip in my nose😭