From chapter 22: Then, afterwards, Zhao Dequan oversaw the servants tidying the bedding. He couldn’t help but wonder if somebody had told him in the past that His Majesty would be sitting on the bed with a man, eating and chatting in a very relaxed environment; His Majesty was unusually patient and hadn’t slain the person yet; he would have thought that that person was insanely hopeless. And yet, it just occurred, and it couldn’t be clearer.
He really respected Young Master Wen from the depths of his heart and marveled at how on earth he managed to do it.
It may be that because of recalling prior events in the course of the day, Mu Zhan actually dreamt of the past once the sun fell.
At that time-unlike now, he was a frail, helpless kid, so defenseless that anyone could murder him, not the tyrant who now wielded billowing power. The one who posed the biggest threat was his birth mother, Shu Fei.
The imperial attendants pushed him into the pond under Shu Fei’s instructions. The water was freezing cold, creeping its way deep into his bone joints. He shuddered violently at the cold temperature. He attempted to rise but was repeatedly pushed down. The pond water reached the pit of his chest, and it invaded his mouth and nose before surging into his trachea and lungs, choking out the little air that lingered inside. The suffocation and the agony of not being able to breathe flooded over him.
He ran out of energy and gave up battling. He surrendered and let himself sink into the frigid water.
The frigid water gradually morphed into nasty black sludge, viscous and filthy. It devoured him like sand, and he became one with the darkness. His body slowly decayed as the sludge merged into him…
Suddenly, a faint whiff of a fruity fragrance abruptly came in amidst the putrid smell. It was a pleasant kind of sweetness that clearly had no place here.
Mu Zhan, who was being swallowed by the murky sludge, opened his eyes sharply. They were crimson, packed with terrifying dark red threads. He aggressively pulled himself from the black mud with snake-like movements, seeking the source of the delicious scent. It seemed as though the evil spirit of Shura was slithering out of hell, hideous and vile. His face looked sickening, and his entire body was caked in mud. The man appeared to be corrupted from the inside out.
He dragged his heavy legs, while numerous withered and decaying hands tried to tug him down the abyss. Each step was immensely challenging. He used all his strength; his body shook uncontrollably, and there were jabbing aches in his bones. It felt like the innermost recesses of his soul were burning.
The seething malice around him made the man step on the threshold of being delirious, and from his chest gushed the urge to slaughter everyone in sight.
But, just then, a fruity fragrance fluttered towards his arms. It felt velvety and cozy, briefly leaving him disoriented and paralyzed…
Mu Zhan snapped his eyes open, rousing up from his nightmare.
He was embracing an additional person in his arms. Wen Mingyu had fallen asleep at some unknown time and shifted over, cleverly snuggling in his embrace and settling into a comfy spot.
Mu Zhan eyes that were inky and abysmal made him appear to have the eyes of an evil spirit, peering hauntingly at Wen Mingyu.
About 6 months ago, he once dragged Wen Mingyu into his bed and let him fall asleep beside him. Thereafter, he would allow Wen Mingyu to lie with him at regular intervals. However, the period eventually increased and the amount of time spent became more frequent.
Wen Mingyu had an influence on him like an addictive drug. It had a lethal allure that made him want to clasp him in his hands. Simultaneously, rationality forced him to steer clear. And even worse, Wen Mingyu ought to be executed.
It was ridiculous to put up with someone who had such a great influence on himself, to even have a pleasant sleep and have his agitated mood become soothed because of a certain individual.
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He should have killed Wen Mingyu.
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The fragile and defenseless prey stupidly collided with the fearsome beast and actively offered itself to be delivered right into its home.
Then again, he involuntarily curled against Mu Zhan, nuzzling his fuzzy head, giving people a slight itching to their heart.
The sky was already a little fish-maw white.
Wen Mingyu flipped over, opened his eyes in stupor, and gazed directly at Mu Zhan’s face. He had no idea how long his deep, pitch-black eyes had been looking at him like this without making a noise.
Wen Mingyu was startled. He readied himself for the onset of spiritual misgivings and uncertainty as he questioned him, “Will Your Majesty be attending court?”
Mu Zhan answered coldly, “Today is a holiday.”
Wen Mingyu let out a sound of realization. His eyelids fought the drowsiness, but the sleepiness still struck sooner. He yawned and reached out to gently pat Mu Zhan’s arms. He said as if he were encouraging a child, “Then go ahead and resume sleeping.”
Mu Zhan fixed his gaze glumly at him, with no intention of shutting his eyes.
Wen Mingyu felt a little embarrassed when he took a quick peek. Then he thought with difficulty and unexpectedly stretched out to close Mu Zhan’s eyes. He whispered softly, “Be good. Keep your eyes closed and you will soon fall asleep.”
He fell back to sleep within seconds after delivering his words. Mu Zhan removed his hand from his eyelashes, and a light, sweet fragrance flowed into the tip of his nose. He locked his gaze on the slim, good-looking hand in front of him, more snowy and exquisite than the imperial kitchen’s milk cake. People couldn’t restrain themselves from grabbing a mouthful.
Mu Zhan really did so. It was like he had actually tasted the sweetness, which was far more delectable than the sweet taste of the palace refreshments. Wen Mingyu fed him snacks when he could have offered himself to him.
The fruity fragrance permeated the bed curtains. Mu Zhan soothingly closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, inhaling the fragrance. Getting up late had become incredibly unusual over the years, and Zhao Dequan assumed that His Majesty was unwell. He proceeded cautiously to check on his condition, but all he saw through the curtain was a vague form. His Majesty was sleeping soundly while cuddling a person in his arms.
Zhao Dan stood stunned for a split second. He then discreetly disappeared, as if his eyes witnessed nothing.
Although it was a day of relaxation for all civil and military officials who are now on vacation, as the emperor, it did not necessarily mean they could act idle. Mu Zhan got up as soon as it was chen shi, washed and changed clothes, and began to handle government affairs after breakfast.
Wen Mingyu proceeded to work on his homework as well. Instead of returning to his study, Mu Zhan ordered him to stay put by his side. San Xi therefore forwarded his homework to the imperial study.
Wen Mingyu was fully immersed in anything he focused on. He could remain seated for several hours without stirring. He would lower his head and dedicate himself to writing, and after two copies, he would lay down the writing brush and tilt his head automatically. He raised his hand and pushed it against the side of his neck. He paused and massaged for a while since he was stiff and sore.
He recalled the script he had read the day before at this moment. The one revolving around the scholar and the young miss born into nobility.
The text was not written in sophisticated, traditional Chinese but in a common vernacular appropriate for leisure. It was normal for the story line to have trials and tribulations since it was crafted to attract people to listen to, drawing them to desire for success. However, huaben was still in its initial phases of development. There were still not many subjects to indulge in, and it appeared that everything was of the same style for the time being.
Wen Mingyu was still unfamiliar at first. When he got to know the details, he discovered the plot’s pattern and routes. In the beginning, he began guessing where the next course would be and what the conclusion would be, which resulted in him being dissatisfied afterward. An idea popped into his head at this very instant. If there is no food, then he should cook some for himself.
He devised a plan of creating his own. He didn’t give it much thought and was just purely in the mood for entertainment. Mu Zhan was the most prominent figure in this work. This person was constantly blowing him up, and he couldn’t counterattack as he pleased, so he should just put him in his script and vent his frustrations in there.
Hence, in his leisure time, he studied texts and acquired the mindset of learning how to write. When inspiration struck, he would write for his pleasure behind closed doors.
If the tyrant was inserted into an abuse scenario, he would undoubtedly be one of the supporting characters, not the A but the B. He’d be cast in the role of the villain. Not to mention that, given Mu Zhan’s disposition, he lacks the aura of a protagonist.
What is the most effective method to write the abuse?
First and foremost, the villain was exceptionally ill-fated, as though haunted by the God of Poverty. Money always vanished in his hands; he’d only have copper coins at best. He couldn’t buy a string of tanghulu, and his family’s old house had gone to rubble, and no one had been wounded, fortunately. In the end, due to lack of funds, his family sold him as a servant to the home of a wealthy merchant in the neighborhood.
What distinguished the protagonist from the villain was the golden halo. When the sky was loaded with arrows, the protagonist would masterfully avoid them without harm. While the villain resembled a scarecrow turned prickly hedgehog.
The villain always fell prey to evil hours, and because of the high percentage of strikes, the villain had developed well-honed skills to escape harm, which were noticed by the head servant, who took a liking to him and assigned him as the little master’s bodyguard.
The little young master was loved ardently by all since childhood. He was pampered rotten and reveled in his money and prestige. His physique was weak, and his flesh was pricey. It may be said that it would melt when placed in the mouth, and one would be afraid it would break if it was held in the hand. As a consequence, he grew into an arrogant dandy who was wayward, pompous, and ungovernable, and was notorious for being a pretty young man in the capital.
The concept of restrictions infuriated the little master. He obviously disliked the new addition to his bodyguards. He demonstrated his power immediately, making things tough for the villain. He hindered him from going out, instructed the villain to do this and that, and then used the chance to rebuke him for not doing a decent job. All of this was so he could pack him up and throw him back to the head servant.
The tea was either too hot or too cold, the squeezing of the shoulders was either too strong or in the incorrect place, serving him while changing clothes with clumsy hands and feet, sweeping the floor and it’s still filthy… There were several reasons to look for bones in the egg, and the villain was instructed to go round and round.
Wen Mingyu was giddy while writing this part, as if he had actually hurled the tyrant from side to side, and so couldn’t stop laughing.
Wen Mingyu began writing after fooling about and feeling nearly finished from laughing.
The little master was eager to observe the man being driven away. The villain was slow to adjust at first, but he quickly became agile and executed all of the orders flawlessly. It quickly got challenging for the little master to pick holes.
As a result, the little master adopted a new strategy— to bribe him over.
Show the new bodyguard the benefits, lure him over, and then let him assist him by shielding him so he could slip out and play. The smirking little master winked at the villain as he slid a gold leaf into his hand. Finally, the villain lowered his head with dead eyes, eyeing the money before returning the gold leaf back.
The little master was dumbfounded from shock, not anticipating his actions. He didn’t consider that there were still people who didn’t love money?
The sidekick then stepped over from the sidelines and relayed some stories he had heard, claiming that this man had terrible luck in terms of money. The little master, amazed and intrigued, swiftly shoved the gold leaf back at the villain, telling him to take it away. And so, the villain, who realized that he refused to let the subject go, just did what he wanted. However, only two steps were completed when a little yellow dog sprang out of nowhere, seizing the golden leaf with a firm grip and darting out of sight.
The little master brushed it aside as a fluke. He didn’t believe in superstition and handed over another piece. The villain walked a few feet and then collapsed, the gold leaf slipping from his grasp and tumbling into the lake. The villain rose from the ground, his demeanor unaffected and calm. He adjusted his clothing solemnly, as if he had already become inured to the unusual.
At that point, the little master was persuaded, and he expressed his open doubt and interest, “You are unable to grasp any money. How do you survive to this day?”
An arrow cruelly pierced the villain’s heart in a second, causing severe grief.
The little master’s words were not conveyed with malice or mockery; he was just befuddled. This was still his little boss. The contract included food and accommodation, and the treatment was adequate. Therefore, he must not kill the master.
For a minute, the little master assessed him, and then a smile stretched across his face, his pretty eyes curling like crescent moons. “What a unique individual. You’ll be following me from now on.”
Under the morning light, the villain lifted his head and glanced at the little master. His exquisite eyebrows were limpid and clean, and he exuded a strong feeling of freshness. At first impression, he appeared to be a person who had never faced adversity, like a blank sheet of paper.
The little master acknowledged him. The head servant then made a special effort to thrash him, reminding him that he would be the little master’s man henceforth, and that he had to be completely committed only to him, even if it meant using his own body as a shield to secure the little master’s safety.
The villain dropped his head, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were distant. He looked to be lost in thought about something. He glanced up after being chastised by the head servant. The skilled and competent head servant shivered at his dark and unfathomable gaze.
The villain blandly stated, “I got it.”
From that day on, he accompanied the young master everywhere he went, joining him to freely frolic with cats and dogs. Then he’d tidy up the aftermath and cleaned the little master’s bum.
Wen Mingyu, once upset by Mu Zhan after starting to write the script, would in a very short time allow the villain to lose some money, let the home crash, and be battered by a gunny sack.
He wrote so excitedly and so passionately that he couldn’t resist swinging his two legs under the chair, nearly falling backwards. Luckily, he was able to stabilize his body thanks to his prompt reaction. After he had recovered, the corners of his lips couldn’t stop bending, and he laughed again. It was so exhilarating.
Each time he completed writing, he would pout and blow on the paper to allow the ink to dry fast. After waiting, he would fold the paper and meticulously tuck it into a secret compartment at the head of his bead, then hide it with something else.
Although it is possible that someone might see it, they won’t immediately associate it with Mu Zhan. Furthermore, this was created by his novice hand. He would be ashamed if it became known, and he might have a social death on the spot if it did. It absolutely must not come to light.
ChiFu: Of course he’s aware. Rabbit really acts like the concubine who sweet talks the emperor in bed to gather information XD Thank you for waiting!
I’m not sure if I should stick to the original which only roughly translate to young master 小少爷 [xiǎo shǎo ye] or just write it as little master, and I’m still not familiar with titles. If anyone could help, gladly appreciated! I’m sure the tyrant would be happy when he read this! (I guess?)
The rabbit: Ah I slept so well!
The emperor, who was on the verge of killing him dozens of time throughout the night: ….hn
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thank you!!!
I can’t wait to see Mu Zhan ‘s reaction to this story 😂🤦♀️
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Thanks for the chapter ♥️♥️
Ohhhh
Mu zhan shows his dark side.
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Our mc is as sweet as before
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The insert novella was an unexpected surprise!
Thank you very much for the translation
Maybe someone else whose scent had an impact on the Emperor could be a threat, but Wen Mingyu is too transparent even if he thought to try anything 😂.
The imagery of Wen Mingyu writing & lowkey cackling like some villainous scientist making a lethal weapon is too cute!
(Normally i see shaoye translated as young master, so since the 小 is there too, little master would be more fitting i think?)
Thanks for the chapter! <3
Thanks for the chapter
Seeing how Mu Zhan will react once he finds out will be entertaining, though seeing Wen No guy’s reaction when he learns that Mu Xhan knows about the story will be even better 😂😂
Also, I know some stories translate Xiao Shao Ye as little young master if that helps 🤷♀️
Thanks for the translation ❤️
And then novel would be published and became most popular piece of literature
Thanks for the chapter ~
Thank You for the new chapter （*’∀’人）♥ Little master sounds good~
Why do i get the feeling that the novel will someday come to light
THanks for the chapter
thanks for the chapter <3
Little bunny writes his own troubles. So cute. So silly. So dangerous. Hahaha! Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🐰🧨