From Chapter 20: Wen Mingyu understood that the senior brother was looking out for him. As his heart warmed, he felt amused and was made to chuckle. His lips curved, and he simply shrugged.
The two people’s engagement to each other seems at ease, and their relationship appears to be quite intimate.
And they had no idea that all of their actions were witnessed by Mu Zhan from afar.
“That person, who is he?”
From a distance, Mu Zhan, his eyes icy, closely observed the three people chatting and laughing. To one’s surprise, the man dressed in light-green bumped his hand naturally on Wen Mingyu’s and muttered something in his ear. Wen Mingyu, oblivious, tilted his head and laughed heartily at what he said.
Unaware, he detached himself from his self-control. Wen Mingyu’s dazzling smile made him very upset. In a heartbeat, his thick murderous intent bubbled up, and his eyes were coated with thin scarlet veins. His countenance was grim, and he wished he could sever the hand that had just collided with Wen Mingyu’s.
Zhao Dequan was acutely aware of His Majesty’s shift in attitude. His heart constricted, and he promptly replied. “Answering His Majesty, he is Wei Yunlan, the second son of the servant minister from the Ministry of Personnel.”
Mu Zhan’s narrow, piercing eyes were dreadfully frosty. “Since when may a servant’s son enter and exit the imperial palace at his leisure? It seems there are people who still disregard rules and regulations.”
The six ministries were erected encircling the imperial palace, and the officials’ children were implicitly authorized to visit their dads once in a while. This was a side road of the palace that had no connection to the main road. As a matter of fact, it is not recognized to be a rule infringement.
Without a doubt, these are words Zhao Dequan dares not express. All he could do was bend his head and mutter quietly in his heart that the assistant minister’s second son had unfortunately stumbled into evil hours.
Their chat had ended thankfully when Mu Zhan approached. Wen Mingyu bid them farewell and turned to withdraw. As he proceeded towards the imperial palace, he plainly spotted Mu Zhan standing nearby.
Wen Mingyu was taken aback, but instantly moved before him. He came to a halt, glanced up at him, and grinned. “Why has Your Majesty come here? What a stroke of luck.”
Mu Zhan cast him a glance and unlike in the past, he replied with a sharper tone, “Not by luck. “
Not as fortunate as you and them.
Wen Mingyu was perplexed, and his inquisitive gaze was drawn to Zhao Dequan’s side. Although he, too, cannot offer any hand, except to assist him with sneaky signals directed to the path where he had previously been.
Wen Mingyu furrowed his brows and reflected for two seconds. He dazedly made a noise and appeared to have grasped the reason. He moved a few strides to close the gap and reached out, subconsciously tugging on Mu Zhan’s sleeve. He then relaxed and grinned. “Is Your Majesty not intrigued by what I just said to Sir Gong?”
Mu Zhan remained silent, his blank face conveying his apparent disinterest. And yet, immediately after Wen Mingyu loosened his grip, he quickly seized his wrist and firmly gripped it.
Wen Mingyu elicited no shocks or other emotions. This behavior had obviously occurred frequently, and he was already accustomed to it.
“Does Your Majesty have no wish to find out? But I’d like to talk about it. If I agreed, the teacher stated he would be willing to recommend me to study at Imperial College.”
Mu Zhan’s footfall ground to a standstill, and he turned to face him. His gloomy eyes possessed a terrible repressive force. Others may have been dripping with sweat and quivering with terror, but then, after more than a half-year, Wen Mingyu had already acclimated. Like the Kunpeng, he routinely stretched his wings, probing the edge of the tyrant’s line, striving and being haughty. Ultimately, he passed through the ordeal without mishap. His mental state had improved drastically, and he acquired certain techniques to cajole the tyrant.
For instance, at this present moment,
Wen Mingyu’s eyebrows were raised as he settled his gaze on Mu Zhan. He beamed and bluntly said, “Even so, I have no desire to go.”
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Mu Zhan’s visage softened as his words flowed steadily. The murderous intent he had previously towards Wei Yunlan had likewise faded. He controlled his rage and his face turned flat. He replied, “You can make your own judgement on this petty matter.”
He doesn’t appear to be disturbed in the least.
Nonetheless, Wen Mingyu had long suspected that Mu Zhan’s yearning for dominance was especially intense. He’d give you that look that made your skin shiver, as if he was itching to get a rope and bind him up, so he’d always be on Mu Zhan’s radar.
Wen Mingyu merely smiled sweetly. He readily went back together with Mu Zhan to have their meal.
The air reverted to its resting state. Wen Mingyu sneakily smirked, noting that wheedling the tyrant isn’t always a terrible idea.
Only that he was in the dark about what had occurred at the court the following day.
The poker-faced Mu Zhan sat on the prominent dragon throne in the center, overlooking his subjects below. He didn’t say much, but throughout the minister’s report, he would accurately point out the crucial issues.
“Wei Aiqing.”
Mu Zhan abruptly performed a roll-call. The Minister of Personnel was caught off guard and quickly off the row. He was highly mentally distraught and got an awful premonition all of a sudden.
What happened next proved his hunch correct.
Mu Zhan’s eyes squinted and his complexion was dismal as he pointed out the corruption under his leadership. He brutally rebuked him for poor supervision and deficient performance. He reprimanded Wei Aiqing till his face grew bright red, and he longed to locate a crack in the ground.
When the water runs clear, there is no fish.
Mu Zhan was not naive enough to want the court to be free of dirt. Nobles from long-established and renowned families were strongly embedded and interwoven. Anxiously untying is not a good move. He would opt to turn a blind eye as long as the courtiers did not go too far.
Simultaneously, covert activities undertaken by courtiers in general that were not disclosed to the public were off the peg and within their control. Whenever the time comes for rectifying, immediately extract the rotten roots and take away the wages from the bottom of the pot.
Once Mu Zhan sharpened the edge of the knife, he removed the two people under Wei Aiqing from their posts and harshly penalized them. In a chilly tone, he said, “Wei Pu, this one remembered that you had given all your efforts and had exhausted yourself for many years executing your duties for the imperial court, so I only fined you five years’ of salary. This one wishes you well and encourages you to not disappoint this one. Next time, it will not be so simple.”
Official Wei’s head was throbbing. His back was soaked in cold sweat as he dropped down on his knees and lauded the lord for his grace.
In this episode, not solely Official Wei, but also a handful of courtiers, were struck together and admonished. They all recognized that everything they had done behind closed doors was seen in the tail of His Majesty’s eyes. For a while, they all acted responsibly and became one with their concealed tails.
Inside the courtroom, it was so quiet that a dropped needle could be heard.
Mu Zhan: “Sun Aiqing, you are next.”
The Minister of Household was abruptly announced among those present. He was so frightened that his spirit almost fled into the sky. With the warning taken from the overturned cart in front, he instinctively slumped himself onto the ground.
Mu Zhan, on the other hand, glanced down and said casually, “This one requires you to report the government expenditure. Are you on your knees pleading for something?”
The Minister of Household kneeled awestruck, raising his eyes to catch a glimpse of His Majesty’s face. Then he rose to his feet and meticulously reported the contents of his ritual baton.
Mu Zhan responded sharply upon hearing the information. “The Imperial College renovation is not pressing, and no bitterness is in sight. A favorable setting, on the contrary, is not suitable for the development of students’ resolve. The silver money will initially be utilized to construct the Academies. In terms of admittance, children from impoverished homes are excused regardless of social status.”
The Minister of Household promptly obeyed. The Academies have been addressed in the past, and His Highness has even taken funds from his personal vault, which demonstrates its value. But has Imperial College’s renovation been rescheduled? And that a tough environment helps to put the student’s thinking to test? I’m afraid that someone at Imperial College has probably offended the emperor.
The Minister of Household showed no signs on the surface, but his stomach was whirling a hundred times.
He announced his retirement from the court once the major concerns were resolved.
Following Mu Zhan’s departure, the ministers turned around and exited the courtroom one after the other. They did not, however, jump back to the workplace. They exchange provocative glances, and the parties agree to meet straight away to analyze the significance of His Majesty’s actions and how they should proceed in the future.
All of the main political parties conducted in-depth assessments and conjectures, but they were unable to reach a conclusion. They would never believe that all that transpired was just because the person sitting on the dragon throne was feeling bitter in his heart.
In the Imperial College.
As a school with a century-old history, some infrastructure will eventually be outdated. Wei Yunlan’s window seat, in particular, had a little hole in the window that couldn’t be sealed firmly. The wind poured in from the outside, whistling and blowing. Wei Yunlan’s forehead felt chilly, and he couldn’t stop himself from sneezing twice.
One of his classmates, who was sitting nearby, said, “Yunlan seemed to have run into bad luck. It’s very cold there because of the air leak.”
“I caught news that there would be a repair going on?”
“Yes, there is, but it won’t be until next year.”
“The renovation will begin once I graduate. How could I miss it so perfectly?”
Wei Yunlan reached for a rag to plug the hole. He scratched his nose as he thought of junior brother Wen entering the Imperial College later, which is just in time for the repair to begin; the environment would be much more pleasant. And yet he never expected that the delay in renovation would be linked to him, let alone that the circumstances would be different if Wen Mingyu was currently studying at Imperial College.
Due to yesterday’s final exam, Wen Mingyu was overjoyed when he arrived at his weekly holiday time.
The simplest way to unwind, of course, is to revert to his primary rabbit form.
Hence Wen Mingyu dismissed his servants and withdrew to his little world, away from prying eyes.
Every day, the imperial kitchen would deliver various treats, such as imperial refreshments and candied fruits. Among them was a dried fruit that he had no idea what it was composed of. It had a hard texture and was difficult to chew, but Wen Mingyu enjoyed it very much and used it as a grinding bone for his teeth.
A piece of sweet dried fruit lay between the palm-sized lop-eared rabbit’s front claws on the bed. He huffed furiously and attempted to bite, but after a half-day of chomping, he only ended up eating a small part. He’d believe he was having a delusion if there weren’t any teeth marks on it.
Although the dried fruit was only the size of a finger, it still felt like embracing a giant throw pillow because Wen Mingyu’s rabbit form was miniature. He had to work hard to grab it with his small claws. The rabbit cocked his head and chewed the edge, and the fluffy rabbit ears on his head wobbled along with him. As he got closer to the bottom edge, his body grew increasingly twisted, and finally, he lightly collapsed on the plush brocade quilt.
He didn’t mind laying down since he was munching so intently. Instead, he would automatically roll and crunch the dried fruit in various ways. The dried fruit lay on his tummy at times, while his little, thick legs hovered in the air, sometimes stirring twice. Again, in a different position, he would flip over and lie on the bed. His plump, snowy-white buttocks pouted as he lowered his head and gnawed indifferently. Then he lay on his side, exposing his milky-white teeth. He bit into the fruit half-squinting, and on his face was a fierce look.
He unknowingly rolled to and fro in huge circles on the bed.
The dried fruit was finally eaten by him, but only by a small margin.
Wen Mingyu, who was clutching the dried fruit, felt both disappointment and fulfilled accomplishment. He kept his lips open the entire time, and his drool couldn’t help but drip down. When he realized what was happening, he smacked his lips, wiped the fruit clean, and then he groaned.
Good. I’m glad no one saw.
Alone on his own, he cuddled up in a heap of his fur and lay on his back with his small tummy exposed. He sank into a rabbit cake and twisted around, eating the fruit till it glistened with drool; he didn’t take it to heart.
Awesome.
Wen Mingyu soared and flew without restraint until there was a startling clamor outside—announcing the presence of His Majesty.
This was followed suit by scurrying servants who knelt down to salute.
The miniature lop-eared rabbit, who was still immersed in nibbling his dried fruit, was instantly frozen. What brings you here at this time? at this time in the morning?
Wen Mingyu snapped out of his bewildered state and quickly returned to his human form. He hid in the quilt to wear clothes in a frenzy, and the more agitated he was, the simpler it was to make blunders. His sleeves were worn backwards, and unfortunately, it was not easy to properly wear them again. He drew his lapels together, and the bed curtain was lifted.
What filled Mu Zhan’s vision was that of Wen Mingyu’s flushed face, his slightly open collar, and his jet-black hair dispersed in disarray. He appeared to have just completed a vigorous exercise, which caused one’s mind to wander endlessly to something wild and fanciful.
In a flash, the usual air began to crumble.
Mu Zhan’s cold eyes were murky and grim, and his face was unsightly. He, without any warning, reached out and raised the quilt, but there was no one underneath. Only the legs concealed beneath the hemline and the exquisite curvature of the insteps, which was as white as snow, were visible; the golden ornament secured added a lovely touch.
Those legs seemed to be the prey of a burning sight, and so, unconsciously, they hid a little.
Mu Zhan observed for a moment, then diverted his gaze and stood up. He scanned the room, expressionless and unmoved. His gaze swept past the bed’s foot, the cabinet’s corner, and every other possible hiding spot for a human figure. However, he was unable to locate anyone.
Just then, his expression softened somewhat, and the animosity surrounding him faded gradually.
On the bed, Wen Mingyu, who was almost on the brink of exposing his primary form, had his heart racing wildly without control. Suddenly, he sensed the pheromones that Mu Zhan had inadvertently emitted; parts of his body went limp as a result of it. More than that, he was also aware that Mu Zhan was furious.
But what wa he so upset about?
Wen Mingyu looked about and was somewhat puzzled. He discovered that Mu Zhan seemed to be searching for something.
Finally, Wen Mingyu’s brain flickered, and he then understood what the faint familiarity of the scene in front of him was.
A shocking scene in a drama where the empress was caught in an adulterous deed in the palace.
ChiFu: You forgot the window!! Haha kidding.
Wait for 2-3 days, I will post the next chapter. Thanks!
Many thanks for the chapter
I know what many types of animals (and humans too) can have fake pregnancy, but I can’t imagine what I need to do with that information
Thank you for new chapter 🤍
So maybe just a speculation our rabbit will have a fake pregnancy and My Zhan will think he was cheated??🤔
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Thanks for the chapter
Everyone was talking about fake pregnancy
I think our mc should have fake pregnancy and our ml will think he is actually pregnant with his own child si our ml will take our mc as a consort or may be as a empress (☆▽☆)(人 •͈ᴗ•͈)( ꈍᴗꈍ)
Sorry chinnaspice i did not mean to reply to your msg. Hope you don’t mind
We will wait for our dear chifu to update new chapter
Minister will not be able to find what have happened in the mean while
Waiting for spicy scene between our ml and mc 😈🍽️
Oh no, now You made me to excited for what will happen latter!
Thank You for the new chapter (灬º‿º灬)♡
Wen Mingyu showed his intelligence in grasping the upsetting scene he accidentally created. Wei Yunlan showed slightly less intelligence when he casually approached, spoke intimately to and touched the first and only favorite of an acknowledged vicious emperor. The image of a palm sized bunny grappling, biting and drooling on a big dried fruit is pure delight!
Thanks for the chapter ~
Thanks for the chapter ♥️♥️
Stupid student should have died by now for touching harem beauty of dangerous emperor…and why didn’t the teacher pull his hand away from danger? Anyhoo, bunny afternoon delight with fruit was hilarious! Especially with jelly ml looking for fruit to kill! Thanks for the chapter 🤣❤️🤣❤️🤣❤️🤣❤️
I’m assuming Wen Mingyu will have a fake pregnancy and Mu Zhan will remember this instance of him possibly having a lover and get mad? xD
Thanks for the chapter! <3