Wen Mingyu didn’t notice anything amiss when he awoke this morning. Everything continued as usual. He washed and rinsed, changed his clothes, and had breakfast.
He then went to his study to attend class.
He was giddy and his palms were somewhat warm as the sunshine shone on the road, but the signs were too weak for him to take them to heart.
Sometimes, others may perceive the problem more clearly than the person themselves.
San Xi was scrupulous as he worriedly glanced at him, “Young Master looks to be devoid of spirit. Is the body ailing?”
Wen Mingyu shifted his gaze. “It’s alright… I guess.”
He extended his hand and checked his forehead. He felt that his temperature was normal, so he shook his head and claimed that everything was fine.
Then San Xi said, “It’s been chilly lately. Young Master should consider wearing more layers. Colds and chilly winds are more prevalent this time of year.”
Wen Mingyu agreed, thanking San Xi for his care. However, he was unconcerned about these small ailments. He used to rely only on self-cure for colds, fevers, and other illnesses. Spending money on medication was completely needless. He will be fine if he waits a few more days.
As a result, Wen Mingyu believed he was in good health. He waved his hand at San Xi and declared suavely that he didn’t need any more layers. Yet, only one foot was visible outside the door, and a violent blast of wind was heard, followed by his being swept away by the whistling terrible wind outside. His hair danced and viciously smacked his face… and his body very honestly shivered.
He decisively twisted around and retreated, taking the thick outer robe from San Xi’s grasp and quickly warming up. Together with his buff to resist the hits of the frigging wind, he was able to give it a go again. So much so that when he went to his study, a small coating of sweat formed on his brow.
Wen Mingyu handed his homework after the class went off without a hitch. Gong Xue, after reviewing it, commented that although his ideas were still unripe and green, his personal perception of it was distinct and unique. If he persisted to dive into his thoughts, he would reap a different harvest then he had anticipated.
Wen Mingyu then quietly pulled out the output he had revised, refined and embellished after Mu Zhan’s criticism. Gong Xue’s eyes sparkled, and he unabashedly spoke highly of him, “The flaws have all been corrected, and there are other elements that I had not considered or expected. Not bad, yes, you have the potential to be your own teacher.”
Wen Mingyu coyly scratched his face, “… I am nowhere near that level. The truth is, someone else pointed out the flaw, so I just…”
“Who is it?” Gong Xue was intrigued. He assumed it was one of the teachers who was also educating him and wanted to speak with the other party.
Wen Mingyu wryly replied, “… It was His Majesty.”
Gong Xue: “….”
Oh, forget about it then.
Not for long, Gong Xue still couldn’t resist asking, “Does His Majesty often inspect your homework?”
Wen Mingyu shook his head. “Not really, only once in a while.”
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Gong Xue was even more stupefied in his heart. He was now even more bewildered since he couldn’t figure out what His Majesty thought of the young man in front of him.
“This is an unattainable honor.” Gong Xue lamented, sighing deeply. How many people went through untold hardships to present their booklets in front of His Majesty, but didn’t necessarily have the same opportunity to hand them. Wen Mingyu’s homework, on the other hand, could be readily seen by His Majesty. His grace was intended just for the favored young prince.
“Did His Majesty read the little political discourse you wrote previously?” Gong Xue enquired.
“Rb.”
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Gong Xue unconsciously advised Wen Mingyu, in line with the supervisor’s general criteria and expectations for their pupils, only that Wen Mingyu’s future path remained unknown. He timely cut the thread of conversation and went to check his homework.
Wen Mingyu was in a trance. If other people talked too much about a matter, he would more or less take it to heart. He could not help but think, what will he do in the future?
In the past, he was used to being concerned with generating money every day, and the only thing on his mind was concealing his Omega gender. Then, he would follow the orderly fashion, he’d study and take exams one at a time, find a safe little star to settle in, and then work a regular and steady job. A partner, it was up to luck if they were brought together, but he was likely to grow alone. These were his life goals.
However, He unexpectedly crossed over here, throwing all of his plans into disarray. Every day, he thought of developing a favorable impression of the tyrant and then found a chance to leave the imperial palace. But what happens once he leaves?
He is now doing really well in his studies. He loved the rich fulfillment, and if Mu Zhan is excluded, he may actually pursue the path of a scholar, take the imperial examination, and strive to be an orderly little civil servant. Yet he could only engage in things that Mu Zhan approved of because he was under his command. There was no option for freedom. In case he ventured to go, he would arouse Mu Zhan’s wrath; the consequences he could not foresee.
Furthermore, he will welcome his heat before the age of eighteen. He must not stick by Mu Zhan’s side on those days. If he was successful in his escape, he would be even less inclined to attend the imperial examination. It would be like the prey actively delivering itself to his home.
Therefore, in the end, it was all the same. He still had to run away and do manual labor to earn money and support himself.
Wen Mingyu immersed himself in his studies, thinking about how much he could learn before leaving.
Wen Mingyu naturally accompanied Mu Zhan to eat for lunch, and he was extremely stuffed. Zhao Dequan proposed that it is suitable to take a stroll and do flower gazing now that the chrysanthemums in the imperial garden have fully blossomed.
Mu Zhan had little interest in looking at flowers. He cast a sidelong glance towards Wen Mingyu, “Do you want to go?”
Wen Mingyu was not in the mood to move. He simply desired to be in a prostrated position. With a smile, he shook his head and replied, “I think it would be nice to chat with Your Majesty here.”
Mu Zhan swept a quick glance at his belly and said faintly, “You should still go for a stroll. Otherwise, I may have to witness someone who is so fat that his stomach bursts later. It’s damaging to the eyes.”
Wen Mingyu, “…?”
Why do you even ask for his opinion if you are going to attack him personally!
In the imperial garden.
Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan saunter while admiring the flowers. A number of servants followed behind, separated by a certain distance, which was demanded by Mu Zhan. He didn’t like it when other people got too close.
In the beginning, Wen Mingyu was rather lively and enthusiastic as he sauntered shoulder to shoulder with Mu Zhan. He marveled at the vibrant and blooming chrysanthemums, which were in various species and hues. Yet, gradually, his pace declined and he slowly fell behind.
Mu Zhan halted, his brows knitted, and he looked back. “Why are you moving so slowly?”
The midday sunshine trickled down, reflected in Wen Mingyu’s face like a blurry layer of gold chiffon, emphasizing his handsome and delicate appearance even more. He appeared to be spellbound once he paused. Hearing Mu Zhan’s voice, he pressed his lips and instinctively smiled before taking a step to catch up.
Mu Zhan waited for him, but he never anticipated Wen Mingyu, who had just taken one step over, softly slumped forward, as if his body seemed to be abruptly robbed of his bones.
Mu Zhan’s pupils contracted at once, and the color of his face shifted. He didn’t have time to ponder as he impulsively stretched out and caught the man. When he touched his skin, he realized that his temperature was abnormally high. His face was unusually red, his mouth was gaping, and he was struggling to breath.
In an instant, Mu Zhan’s complexion became extremely unsightly.
The tone of his voice was eerie and disturbing, as if he was addressing the deceased. “Of all these people, not a single one noticed he was ill?”
The imperial servants were ghastly pale as they dropped their knees on the ground.
Taiji Hall.
The atmosphere was excessively solemn and suffocating. Everyone was on their knees, afraid to make a sound.
From the time Wen Mingyu fainted, the imperial physician came to visit and prepared the boiled medicine for the person to swallow, but he still showed no sign of waking up. Even worse, his complexion began to deteriorate, as if he was bearing a heavy load.
Trembling with dread endlessly, several physicians took turns checking his pulse.
Mu Zhan said coldly, “What is his present state?”
The imperial physician knelt on the ground, his voice contained some cracks he couldn’t control, “Young, Young Master Wen’s condition, the symptoms are similar to a cold and fever, but the pulse is unusual. I have never seen something like this… this subject is incompetent…”
“Meaning, none of you have the ability to treat him?” Mu Zhan’s morose, chilly voice sounded like it came from hell.
A shiver rushed down the physician’s spine. His head lowered farther into the ground. He rustled with fear, “This, this situation is strange, nothing like the typical fever. This subject is concerned that he’s been poisoned with something I’ve never encountered before. This subject implores Your Majesty to grant me a chance, and this subject will get to work on the antidote right away.”
Mu Zhan, “How long will it take?”
“This… this subject is uncertain.”
“So, you have no solution at all. You just used the pretext of making an antidote. What purpose do you all good-for-nothing have for this one? Drag all of them away!”
“No! Pardon my sins, Your Majesty. This subject still has his wife and children at home. This subject does not want to die. I don’t want to die…”
In a desperate tone, the imperial physician resisted furiously as he begged for mercy. But Mu Zhan heard nothing and did not waver even a little. Rather, he said indifferently, with an expressionless face and without a sign of a quivering heart, “Is that so? If you think it is too lonely for you to die alone, then I will fulfill your wish. Your wife and children may accompany you on the road to the yellow spring.”
The imperial physician went rigid and slumped to the ground, his face as pale as paper. The other physicians were likewise instantly hushed. Only the faint scrape of the cloth of the people being hauled against the floor shattered the stillness in the hall.
Mu Zhan has barely executed people in the last six months. His fury seemed to have cooled. They nearly forgot that he was a sanguinary tyrant whose bloody hands were soiled with uncountable human lives. Asking for pardon was futile; it was only a veiled attempt to hasten your own demise.
Zhao Dequan stood in the far corner of the hall, his hands and feet numb. At this moment, never before had he yearned so fervently for Wen Mingyu to be right as a trivet and awaken as soon as possible.
He wasn’t certain if the heavens heard his earnest prayers or if it was simply a fortuitous coincidence.
All of a sudden, the gaunt figure in the bed emitted a vague groan, hunched up in discomfort. He brushed across Mu Zhan, who was seated on the side of the bed, with his eyes closed. Unconsciously, his fingers clutched Mu Zhan’s clothing. His behavior demonstrated total trust and intimacy.
He reluctantly blinked open his eyes. Through clenched teeth, he said hoarsely, “I’m completely fine… Don’t kill the physician, alright?”
Mu Zhan bowed his head, his eyes brimming with murderous intent and animosity, “You still have the heart to care about others?”
Wen Mingyu, by all means, did his utmost to endure it. He was fatigued and sluggish everywhere. He could only feebly tug Mu Zhan’s sleeves once again and whispered softly, “Your Majesty, begging you…”
Mu Zhan was taciturn for a moment. When Wen Mingyu was ready to close his eyes again, he said bitterly, “This one will lock them up first. I will not allow such worthless lives to continue if you die.”
Wen Mingyu sighed with relief. He wearily smiled as he straightened his frown. “Many thanks, Your Majesty. I’m going to be fine.”
But his voice sounded feeble, as if he were about to pass away at any minute.
Mu Zhan’s face remained dark and sullen. He didn’t kill anybody as an outlet for his wrath. His grouchy heart was unpleasant and all the more severely grave. He watched Wen Mingyu with his eyes permeating killing intent.
A nonsensical death for no explanation would be better suited to dying in his hands.
Everyone was a stranger to his situation. In truth, the imperial physician’s inability to diagnose his sickness was rather normal. Because Wen Mingyu was not unwell at all, until a scorching heat scorched up from his body and the flame’s tongue licked all over him, he realized his heat was ahead of schedule.
More specifically, early pseudo-estrus occurs as a result of frequent usage of inhibitors, causing the body system to malfunction.
It is quite similar to the symptoms of heat. A feverish body, languid limbs and legs, and a constant craving to be embraced and thoroughly marked by the Alpha.
ChiFu: Fortunately, Rabbit don’t have a fever. Unfortunately, his heat arrive XD
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Timing is everything…hahaha! Thanks for the update 🐰❤️
I am sooo looking forward to Mu Zhan finding out he is the cure for this 😄
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Thank you for the chapter!
His majesty not feels guilty, but feels angry,
poor rabbit