The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine is an OCh26.1 - Chirp (1)

There was nevertheless a distinction in its essence since it was a false estrus. At the very least, Wen Mingyu’s pheromones won’t go ballistic and flood the entire palace with the sweet fragrance, leading Mu Zhan to go nuts and mark him.

Wen Mingyu had never faced a situation like this before. He could only comb his memory for all of his learned physiological knowledge. He then quietly loosened his hold of Mu Zhan’s sleeves, rolled back into bed, and shriveled himself into a ball. KBmi 5

Although he was tempted to sniff more of Mu Zhan’s pheromones, if by chance he got too far wasted after drinking, he would end up doing something irreversible.

Furthermore, he is now having difficulty maintaining his human form.

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As soon as he buried his head in his blanket, two fuzzy rabbit ears sprouted on the roof of his head. They were drooping after falling from a high place, obscuring a small portion of his face. The rabbit ears were pinkish, presumably because of the high temperature.

Wen Mingyu was on fire from head to toe. The tips of his misty eyes were vivid red, and his dense long lashes were damp and sticking in clusters, as if he had just shed tears. His lips were slightly parted, expelling heated air, and the skin on his neck had become red in color. He couldn’t stop himself from parting his lapels. 0nJPF

He has not done anything, but the shape he’s in today suggests he’s been hoodwinked and bullied.

Only he kept it hidden from view of the rest.

What Mu Zhan spotted was an arching brocade quilt. A short while ago, he was still clutching onto someone, as if he was reliant on them. And then he quit being clingy as he loosened up, clean-cut and clear. It was exactly like a scumbag who was used to abandoning their faithfulness, changing their mind, and fleeing.

Mu Zhan’s face sank, and the air pressure surrounding him dropped. He reached out his hand to lift the quilt, but he didn’t foresee his fingertips coming into contact with something fluffy. It vanished in an instant, so quickly that others felt it was a hallucination, making it simple to dismiss.

At first inspection, Wen Mingyu’s appearance beneath the quilt appeared very normal. Several threads of his long pitch-black hair were slightly damp with sweat and adhered to the hairline of his neck. Mu Zhan extended his hand, scooped up a wisp of wet hair, and pushed it away. He then stroked his finger on the skin, forcing the person beneath to shudder.

Mu Zhan was taken aback by this reaction. His lips formed an unexpected arc and he smiled, as if the aggressive air around his body had dissolved at this very moment.

He rose from the bed and walked away. Zhao Dequan promptly followed his pace. He was paying attention when he noticed the smile on Mu Zhan’s face. His heart had some misgivings, and he was seized with terror. Young Master Wen was gravely ill, why was His Majesty suddenly smiling? Did he no longer want to pay attention to him?

But immediately afterwards, he witnessed Mu Zhan wantonly deal with the spies in the palace, apprehend all those with malevolent intent, and give them capital punishment before the public. Gs Ibz

It wasn’t apparent who poisoned Wen Mingyu, and it didn’t really matter. If you set your mind to harming him, even if you don’t succeed this time, there will be a ghost of a chance the following time. They’ve all been resolved without a vestige of opportunity or threat.

Such a large activity was like a heady tempest sweeping through a country’s land. The roots had been removed, and the palace was as undisturbed as it had ever been.

After the disposal, Mu Zhan later stepped once again into the Taiji hall. The nightscreen had descended, and the sky had turned dark.

The basalt-colored robes on his body rippled forth layer upon layer of cold black waves. At first sight, there was nothing out of the ordinary, but if you examined closely, you would notice that the color of the hem was somewhat peculiar. It was rich in maroon blood, but it was not so evident on the black and burgundy robe. hjvySu

Mu Zhan scowled in disgust as he smelled the blood. He went in another direction and walked to the bath pool.

Mu Zhan soon appeared with damp mist circling him, softening the contours of his eyes and brows as though the person had softened.

He approached the edge of the bed and stared down at the lethargic person on it. His body’s shadow sheltered the descending light, securely enshrouding the person encompassed in it like a cage with only darkness.

Mu Zhan sat down at the bed’s side. The candle flames in the hall wobbled, and beyond the window, the enchanting milky moonlight fell. It was dead silent. Dd2m9l

In his stupor, the only sound was Wen Mingyu’s murmurs.

Wrinkling his eyebrows, he sent out a hazy whimper, like a pitiful cub being tormented and squashed. And mournful purrs, but no one came to his aid.

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Very noisy.

Mu Zhan’s face was gloomy as he rested his hand on Wen Mingyu’s head. It was a simple task to eliminate such a frail and annoying creature. dielok

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It arrived and then faded away, plucking at his emotions as though they were dallying between his hands.

Pa rtbeiv tjnf yffc xliifv.

Tbe vbc’a tjnf ab kbggs lo sbe xlii tlw.

“Your Majesty!” fNlLkv

Ktja ojmf oijrtfv lc tlr atbeutar, cjlnfis uglcclcu, wbgf gjvljca jcv rqjgxilcu atjc jcsatlcu firf. Lf mbcalcejiis fwlar j ogelas ogjugjcmf, ilcufglcu tjecalcuis bc atf alq bo tlr cbrf, jiibklcu tlw ab ecxcbklcuis gfijz jcv vbhf jriffq.

Tomorrow, kill him by morrow.

Day in and day out.

It’s hard to believe that six months have passed. Bw7sNU

He should have slain him from the start. At present, he is adrift, abnormally feverish, and appears to be more dead than alive. People are annoyed and repulsed by his appearance. He should die without mince if he wants to. Not this way, he might as well settle the matter straight.

Mu Zhan’s hand hovered over the crown of Wen Mingyu’s head. The five fingers were gathered, showing a vague desire to murder.

At this point, the person hunched in like a ball let out a muffled groan of pain. His forehead was oozing with thin sweat. Strands of his pitch-black hair were damp and continuously drooped hopelessly, and his eyebrows were double creased. He seemed to be stuck in some horrible dream, and so his slumber was extremely unstable.

This is precisely his so-called fine. oWiNhk

Mu Zhan sneered.

Well, since I have given my promise, I will give you a three-day grace period.

Three days later, if he still hasn’t recovered, he will kill this man and all those good-for-nothing.

With this in mind, Mu Zhan collected his strength and calmly skimmed his fingertips through Wen Mingyu’s hair. As he softly patted his head to soothe him, it seemed like he was learning the ropes. u95AGO

Wen Mingyu’s brows did indeed flatten, and he ceased mumbling in his sleep. He went so far as to have a shallow smile on his lips.

Zhao Dequan, who was on his way to wait for the emperor to retire for the night, unintentionally bumped across this scene. His Majesty had his gaze downcast, and he couldn’t see his expression clearly, but the action of caressing his head with unexpected tenderness, was not the behavior of a tyrant at all. He was so astonished that he stood there for a few seconds before gathering his composure and fleeing. Due to the overpowering shock in his heart, he almost stumbled over the threshold as he went out, so he rolled-walked out.

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And, as a result of his fast getaway, he didn’t see that the person in the bed had awoken the moment he left.

Wen Mingyu blinked his eyes open. His entire existence was in such high heat that he felt a searing sensation that clouded his consciousness. He could only feel the stifling heat. The rich fragrance of wine was in front of his eyes, and he was overcome with desire. pwung9

His eyes narrowed, and he couldn’t keep his hand still. With both hands, he grasped Mu Zhan’s palm. He stroked his face lightly against the back of Mu Zhan’s hand, like a little animal. His warm face felt cool and felt pleasant. His eyes curled as he hummed. It was the same when a young cub behaved in a spoiled-rotten manner.

Still caressing it for a little while, the hand his gripping was pulled away. It became abruptly  deserted, and the inertia lunged ahead.

Wen Mingyu had a blank look. He was motionless for a second, before gently pulling the fabric in front of him, slowly crawling, and falling into a broad embrace. In perplexity, he then chases the fragrance of wine. The tip of his nose inched a bit, and like a puppy hook, he sniffed and sank himself into the side of Mu Zhan’s neck without even thinking.

It’s pleasantly cool. I like it very much. 7qIMxB

Wen Mingyu grinned blissfully, his thoughts still not fully awake. As he tilted his head, he obeyed his desire and came across two bits of softness.

He gave Mu Zhan a kiss.

This intimate contact rendered Mu Zhan stunned and speechless, who was not at all on his guard, putting him locked in place.

After Wen Mingyu performed such an astounding feat, it was just as natural as eating his breakfast and drinking water. After the completion of the kiss, he then leisurely laid down. His body was as soft as a cloud, like he had no bones, and his hands and feet curled up like a kitten. He snuggled beside Mu Zhan’s legs, smiled contentedly, and closed his eyes to sleep. pdenLy

After inhaling a handful of pheromones, the nose was loaded with the heavy fragrance of wine, like a parched traveller who finally spotted the oasis and poured sweet water into his mouth. He was satisfied with pleasure, both physically and physiologically. His four limbs were so feeble that he could only lie down motionless, as though he had entered sage mode.

Satisfied. Temporarily, don’t wish for anything.

Mu Zhan came back to his senses and bent his head to gaze at the person by his legs. He sneered viciously as his gaze dropped. “You have the courage to flee after a sneak attack. Who taught you?” VZDpyu

Wen Mingyu landed in a drowsy slumber. His eyes were already closed, and he didn’t hear or respond to anything.

Mu Zhan was mildly offended. He seized him, hoisted him up, drew him into his embrace, and lowered his head to unceremoniously kiss him in return. With great momentum, he charged fiercely towards the city walls, pushing deep as he marched in, snatching away the oxygen from Wen Mingyu’s throat. The person was sucked breathlessly and ambiguously sobbed unconsciously, attempting to evade the predator’s plundering kisses.

His body, however, is burning at the moment, and he doesn’t have much physical strength left. He was seated on Mu Zhan’s laps, his waist restrained and his hands clasped. There was simply no ability to push back.

After a few pushes, his calf was sore and limp, and his pink toes could only uncomfortably twist the soft mattress. His slender white fingertips shuddered as he yanked the basaltic lapel of the person in front of him, leaving a slew of wrinkles. His cheeks were red, as were the reddish tails of his eyes, and he was compelled to seep forth water beads, appearing weak and miserable. Gt5gSM

His rebellious actions made Mu Zhan scowl. His slightly cold fingertips curled around his chin, immobilizing him. He then intensified the kiss, tonguing and nipping, like a ferocious, savage beast. It was nothing like Wen Mingyu’s lightning-quick peck. It was enveloped in a strong possessive yearning, as if he intended to devour the person whole.

Mu Zhan was first merely annoyed by his impulsive acts and reciprocated them as payback. He didn’t expect, though, that when he felt the softness, he wouldn’t let go and greedily seized everything.

Chrysanthemum Garden.

When the kiss finally stopped, Wen Mingyu’s face was already beet red. His heart was pounding quickly, and he was gasping profusely. His body was too soft to exert any effort, and he could only rest in Mu Zhan’s arms, unable to move.

As a result of the near-brutal kiss, his lips were a bit swollen and haloed with deeper red, as though curated with intense rouge. They were likewise tinged with a wet, watery sheen and only partially open. The slit of the lips exuded warm and humid air, vulnerably trembling, like a fresh flower knocked and drenched by the rain. InJLyA

Mu Zhan gazed at him with deep, unfathomable eyes, like the ocean at its darkest hours. The surface appeared to be in a tranquil state, but lurking beneath were the ominous dark currents.

He extended his hand and caressed Wen Mingyu’s lips with his fingertips. He kneaded them unhurriedly and wiped off the residual fluid on them. He then brought them to his mouth to lick. He did not feel the slightest bit of problem with this behavior.

Mu Zhan saw that he was still ill. He had meant to send the person back to bed to rest, but he didn’t anticipate Wen Mingyu’s unwavering stickiness to him. He instinctively grabbed his hand and placed it on his nape. He said in a hoarse voice, “Touch, touch…”

The tone was too low. For a while, Mu Zhan couldn’t hear it clearly. He wanted him to repeat it, but Wen Mingyu was very impatient; he clambered up his shoulders and moved his neck to Mu Zhan’s lips. He said, unwittingly blowing warm air, “Hold me, quickly mark me.” oC4lw0

Mu Zhan had no idea what marking was, but he could taste the rich fruity fragrance hanging on the tip of his nose, drawing him in. He could also hear Wen Mingyu’s coquettish pleading and broken cries in his voice, as if he couldn’t take it any longer. “Bite me.”

Mu Zhan dropped his head, the doings of ghosts and gods, and fiercely snapped at the gland on Wen Mingyu’s nape without warning. Hard alcohol pheromones were heavily infiltrated. Wen Mingyu had never been marked before and had no idea how intense the sensation was. It’s a complicated feeling, with a small piercing pain followed by unending numbness. It forces him to let out a stifled grunt, and he struggles in Mu Zhan’s arms. “Don’t…”

Mu Zhan, on the other hand, is like a famished wild beast. Grabbing the neck of the prey, he will never loosen his hold. Wen Mingyu can only issue a meaningless whimper.

Wen Mingyu detected the threat due to an animal’s natural instinct. Regardless of whether it was voluntary or coerced, he sucked up a lot of pheromones. His entire body felt dizzy, overheated, and fatigued. He didn’t have the energy to take measures. He could only close his eyes and drift off to sleep. ih7kxA

Just a second before drifting off, his half-closed eyes seemed to perceive fuzzily the head of the person in front of him, sprouting a pair of horns at opposite angles. They were dark brown, somewhat sharp-pointed, and shaped like tree fork branches.

… Dragon horns?

Wen Mingyu’s consciousness was hazy, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and touching the horn on Mu Zhan’s head. Although his eyelids were too heavy and his hands lacked strength and were too feeble, his fingertips could only brush a bit before sliding down and falling asleep.

The abnormal heat saturated the entire bed-curtains, leaving people thirsty and restless. Wen Mingyu seems to have infected Mu Zhan. His lips and tongue were dry, yet he refused to drink anything to assuage his thirst. Rather, he was more obsessed and greedy with the luscious fruity fragrance emanating from Wen Mingyu’s body. He seemed unwilling to part, and it looked like he wanted to devour the person in his stomach. 7sSHqd

Wen Mingyu merely felt the flash of a collision with the dragon horn. It was so odd that his mind couldn’t operate properly.

In truth, Mu Zhan is no stranger to these dragon horns. When he was younger, they appeared multiple times. Because other people did not have an unnatural thing growing on them, he was dubbed a monster. He later murdered those people. Everyone who had seen the dragon horns had died.

At this time, however, Mu Zhan’s immediate response was not to kill, but to quench an indescribable desire surging from the bottom of his heart.

He hugged Wen Mingyu and stroked the man’s scorching face. He dropped his head once again to kiss his soft, wet lips. He hooked the tip of his tongue and licked and sucked them. In this position, he resembled a fierce dog clinging to its owner, its claws tugging at the master and practically ripping his clothes. t94n52

The dragon horns on the top of his head scraped against Wen Mingyu’s forehead by accident, and his movement caused a puff of numbness he had never felt before.

He has always despised his horns, but this time he feels otherwise. He seemed to be able to accept them. He even wants to use the dragon horns to stroke Wen Mingyu and do even more extreme acts…

Chrysanthemum Garden.

The person wrapped in his arms was bullied for a long time, and only then was he put back on the bed. He also lay down beside him, his elbows propped up at the head of the bed, and with the remaining hand, he scooped a wisp of Wen Mingyu’s hair and wrapped it around his fingers, fiddling with them in boredom.

For more than half a year, Wen Mingyu lived in the palace. Although it is a secluded palace, compared to his former life and the original body living with the Marquis family, it can be said he was well-dressed and well-fed. The body’s nourishment improved greatly, and his head of pitch-black hair is also beautifully fine, soft and velvety, like a satin spread on the edge of the pillow, with a subtle sheen. VpaluJ

Mu Zhan fiddled with his hair, raised his eyelashes slightly, and said faintly, “You’d better make it.”

As expected, the language is really marvelous. There was no question that both wanted the other person to live, but the gap between words said by ordinary people and those spoken by a tyrant is vastly huge.

A tyrant’s words sounded more like a threat, and it was conceivable that humans had quite a strong desire to pursue survival upon hearing this, but if their consciousness was foggy, they might accidentally be terrified to death.

Fortunately, Wen Mingyu slept drowsily and didn’t hear anything. He lay in the bed like an exquisite doll. GOlHV

For the next three days,

Mu Zhan devoted all his time outside of political affairs to Wen Mingyu’s bedside, checking on his condition and seeing if he had healed. Every other shi chen, medicine will be delivered. It’s the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician. Despite the fact that it is unclear what the specific state of Wen Mingyu is, replenishing his body with rare, priceless herbs will never be an error, and it may be utilized to prolong his life.

And for the medicine soup, Mu Zhan personally hand-fed the soup to Wen Mingyu. He helped the person up, encircled him in his arms, and fed him with a spoon, mouth by mouth. With unexpected patience, he wiped the leaking medicine liquid from the corner of his lips from time to time. The action could be rated as pleasingly affectionate, which made Zhao Dequan look like he had seen a ghost.

Zhao Dequan couldn’t help himself but to come forward and respectfully said, “Your Majesty is a man of ten thousand gold. These tasks should be done by slaves.” SQlT5H

Mu Zhan glanced at him coldly, “You are teaching this one how to handle things?”

“Dare not, this slave has no such intentions.” Zhao Dequan was as frightened as if he had been grasped by the throat and hastily withdrew to the corner.

Mu Zhan gently pressed the spoon against Wen Mingyu’s lower lip, allowing the medicine liquid to flow through the space between his lips. His fingers raised his lower jaw slightly and effortlessly fed the last dose of medicine. He casually tossed the spoon back into the medicine bowl. The impact from the porcelain made a clear and melodious noise.

He lightly scratched Wen Mingyu’s Adam’s apple and observed him quivering unintentionally due to itching. He smiled as he curled his lips. “If you don’t wake up the following day, I will kill you.” vdzaZf

Today is the third day.

Zhao Dequan had no clue about the so-called three-day agreement. So when he heard this, all he could feel was the hair on his back standing on end and his body drenched in cold sweat. But even if he knew, he still couldn’t grasp it. A tyrant’s love, as predicted, is out of the ordinary.

I have no idea whether it was luck, good fortune, or a combination of the two. Wen Mingyu was, at last, swiped in, and finally woke up.

ChiFu: Sorry, everyone. I thought my runny nose wouldn’t be serious but here I am, on my bed, head’s spinning and no energy. lol This is the start of vip~ author really mashed everything in one chapter xd  7bujf0

Splitting it is the best choice (The latter half of this ch is rabbit joining a feast!), I’m glad I finished the first half before dizziness strikes! I will try to release the last part on Sunday once I got enough rest.

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