From chapter 26: Mu Zhan gave him a glance. The light in his eyes was nowhere to be found and was absolutely dark, deep, and serene. He said with firmness, “This is only a little feast. What are you afraid of? You are this one’s person. You have nothing to be concerned about. Just have a good time and play by yourself.”
Wen Mingyu was caught off guard and rendered speechless. In his absentmindedness, he had the illusion that he was protected by the tyrant.
With this notion springing through Wen Mingyu’s mind, he didn’t waste any time as he swung his paw quickly to smack out this terrifying illusion.
That, however, is the tyrant.
But consequently, he couldn’t stop thinking in his head. Since he had been in a feverish stupor for a few days, everyone thought he was going to die. Mu Zhan’s behaviour altered dramatically after that, to the point where he felt like he had become some type of beguiling demon concubine who had become the sweetheart of the six palaces.
He fought the urge to ponder how things had come to be that way. A reasonably decent pet who also had the impact of sleeping pills and nearly died, so as a result, it became a treasured possession?
The tyrant’s thinking is really difficult to foresee. Wen Mingyu mulled over it for half a day before pushing it to the back of his mind. He wasn’t some warlord’s counsel in a TV show, where he could progress steadily and entrench himself at every stage by only glancing at his opponent’s ideas and movements once. He didn’t pursue much, just enough to get by if he could. In any case, the tyrant did not look like someone who would randomly like anyone, in appearance or shape.
If there was ever a possibility in a million that Mu Zhan liked him, his possessiveness and desire to dominate, too, seemed a bit intimidating. It would be preferable, still, to keep things as they are this way.
They soon arrived at their destination, where the banquet would be held.
On the arrival of His Majesty, everyone sank to their knees and paid their respects. All that could be seen from above was a thick mass of black heads.
Wen Mingyu stood at Mu Zhan’s side, eyeing the magnificent formation like that of a battle. It was so crowded, and everyone was definitely a genuine human being. He grew even more apprehensive, and his body stiffened a little.
Mu Zhan sensed it and inclined his head to face him. “What’s the matter?”
Wen Mingyu muttered under his breath, “There are simply too many people. I’m feeling a little tense.”
Mu Zhan, shockingly, didn’t even consider it, as he said, “This one will tell them to get lost.”
Wen Mingyu was left aghast.
What sort of crap is that? Shouldn’t he be appalled by his futility and order him to get lost?
Tyrant, your image is falling apart!
And, if the guests were ejected, how could the banquet go on.
Wen Mingyu clutched his sleeves hastily and stooped over, whispering, “I’ll be fine if Your Majesty is at my side.”
Mu Zhan scrutinized him, and for a moment, seemed to feel that he was unduly sticky and pettish, but he said nothing. He allowed him to apress himself before pulling him to the main seat and signaling them to straighten up after kowtowing.
The ministers at the bottom rose up and, by intention or by chance, peered at the upper seat. Long before they arrived, they had spotted the additional seat adjacent to the emperor’s esteemed throne. They had a few ideas in their hearts. Even though they had bowed their heads and the hall was silent, they could hear vaguely muffled conversations. It was unclear what was being talked about. They could, though, sense the closeness.
They were intrigued as to what type of human could have suddenly changed how the tyrant looked at them in a different light.
After a quick check, they recognized that it made sense for His Majesty to lavish attention on such features in the midst of many. Nevertheless, they have no idea how long it will last or how long before the person will die.
Thoughts like these raced through their minds, but they remained hidden beneath their masks.
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He gave a quick update on the campaign’s status. In a few brief but precise words, he truly provided the feeling of righteous fervor, a taste of bloodlust of being present on the scene, and reveling in the presence of victory.
Mu Zhan did not scrimp on a bunch of rewards. He acknowledged and commended him for defending his family as well as his remarkable military achievements in defense of the country.
“I thank His Majesty for the reward. It is an honor to serve, to bend my body and exert myself to the fullest, and it ought to be my joy to die honorably. “
Wei Yingwu’s voice rings out like a bell, sincerely thick and loudly clear. His physique was bulging with muscles and he possessed the rage of a seasoned combat warrior, as if he were a malevolent ghost, thus he was unavoidably a little terrifying.
The resonance of his speech startled several of the ministers, and their ears buzzed. Wen Mingyu, sitting above, was taken aback, but perhaps because he had spent so much time with the completely tyrannical Mu Zhan, he was not terrified. He only thought to himself that the general might be around two meters tall, giving him the appearance of a behemoth.
Wei Yingwu glanced over when he sensed his stare. His thick, coarse brows arched quickly, and he grinned a bit foolishly.
In a split second, he transformed from being a powerful general to a husky.
Wen Mingyu was entertained by the connection in his mind.
But Mu Zhan soon spoke out, diverting Wen Mingyu’s focus.
“What you wish, I have already directed that it be prepared for you. Return to your seat and sit down. “
Wei Yingwu’s eyes shone brightly upon hearing his words. He was more elated than the gold, silver, and other treasures he had previously received. “Thank you very much, Your Majesty! Little Xue and the others are no longer alone!”
Wen Mingyu was baffled by the convoluted conversation. What was the reward? Little Xue? It would not likely be a beauty reward, according to the more usual practice in ancient times, right?
Wei Yingwu has complied with the order to return to his seat. The tall and hefty fellow is seated in a very roomy position, giving the impression of being on a little bench in a nursery. It strangely looks like he’s nursing a grievance.
Wen Mingyu couldn’t restrain himself from stealing a few glimpses. He was inquisitive, wanting to ask Mu Zhan what he had awarded him with, but to his surprise, as he turned to face him, he was met with Mu Zhan staring at him frigidly.
Wen Mingyu devoured his words in a flash and cleverly lifted the cup before him and took a sip.
He had no clue as to why Mu Zhan was so pissed all of a sudden, but he still tucked his tail between his legs and pretended to be a good boy so he could question him later.
After a moment, he raised his head and grinned, “Your Majesty, this fruit juice is pretty good.”
Mu Zhan, whose face was impassive, said flatly: “Is that so?”
— It’s nothing more than a look of utter aloofness, specializing in the matter of awkward silence, simply the king of professional chillers.
Wen Mingyu paid no heed, though. He chuckled as he placed a shrimp ball in Mu Zhan’s bowl, commenting that it tasted much better with shrimp balls added. He then dropped his head and started eating.
There was, obviously, no shortage of entertainment at the banquet. The dancers’ figures were enthralling, with their dainty and slim hands as white and tender as lotus roots. As they swayed and spun, their narrow waist of less than a grasp, sinuous and fluid, loomed partially yet hidden behind the light gauze.
Wen Mingyu had seldom witnessed such a stunning performance, especially when the dancers displayed virtuoso talents and agility. He was astounded—how could the human body unexpectedly be so flexible and effortlessly bend at such an angle? Are there really bones there?
He was so absorbed in watching that he was not even aware of the cold air swishing around him as Mu Zhan threw cold stares at him one after another.
“Stop!”
Suddenly, Mu Zhan issued a stern command.
The dancers’ movements ceased in succession, and the musicians withdrew their hands from the cords and knelt down in fear.
“It’s so dull.”
As the words well, the dancers swayed like chaff, their arms and legs flaccid. They wanted to beg for mercy, but didn’t know what action to take, lest their cries incite the tyrant’s fury even more.
The atmosphere was exceedingly uncomfortable, and those present didn’t even dare take deep breaths, attempting their best to wane their physical selves.
Wen Mingyu was surprised. He was unable to stop his recollection when he first saw the tyrant; he was just as terrified as the dancer. When you can’t defend yourself, it’s impossible to be foolish enough to sacrifice your life to save someone else, for that will result in you injuring both others and yourself. But, having tamed the tyrant’s hair over the past six months, if he could, he still wanted to attempt to assist.
He debated for two seconds, and finally scooted over and whispered, “Are they not skilled at dancing, Your Majesty? I’ve never seen a performance and am probably incapable of expressing appreciation, but I was able to see it for the first time with Your Majesty, so I thought it was very wonderful and enjoyable.”
Mu Zhan tilted his head to face him, his eyes dark and solemn. After a few seconds, he didn’t know what was on his mind. He waved his hand and said coldly, “Go. This one doesn’t want to see such a lackluster performance again.”
In the center, the dancer promptly conveyed her gratitude to the emperor and cautiously walked out with the others.
The officials were glad to find that the mood had lightened a little. The Prime Minister took the floor to round up the meeting and said, “General Wei is an iron-blooded man, so this silky dance might have appeared dull. This subject wondered if we could organize a polo match to entertain the youthful talents. What does His Majesty think?”
Wei Yingwu, who was occupied with gnawing meat and sipping wine, was summoned unexpectedly and was a bit dumbfounded. Does he not enjoy the dancing routines? He guessed that it was pretty nice, but given how each of them seemed to expect him to despise it, he reluctantly agreed. Polo is fun anyway.
Wei Yingwu ripped the meat with his teeth. But, of course, he still glanced at His Majesty.
Everyone’s eyes were locked on Mu Zhan, but Mu Zhan was looking at Wen Mingyu, and found that his eyes were bright and sparkling with curiosity. He said lightly, “Then do it with heart and soul.”
The Minister of Rites instantly responded, expressing assurance that it would be carried out successfully.
With the performers gone, the banquet became a large-scale exchange of amenities and mingling activities.
Those that could take a seat were all amazing spirits with no cold feet. Everyone could easily start a chat without being distracted. They could even throw sand at a shadow with their tongues, skillfully slandering their enemies with a few innuendos. Tonight, however, many people’s focus was drawn to the person beside His Majesty. When they discovered that they could not get into a word with the conversation by Wen Mingyu, they swiftly switched to talking about verses of odes and songs, borrowing poetry to disguise their original vilification before the other person, discreetly probing him.
Wen Mingyu sensed something, but feigned ignorance. He purely talked about literature and didn’t go any farther. In this way, it surprisingly provides the impression that it is tough to get down to business without leaking droplets.
Mu Zhan supported his chin with one hand and gazed down at the spectacle.
A skulk of old foxes attempted to strike the young rabbit, but the rabbit had no intention of being dumb. He was so wary that he looked about with his rounded eyes, while his hair exploded all over him. He growled so ferociously with his milky, small bare teeth that the conniving old foxes were put off.
Mu Zhan thought it was funny. His lips quirked subtly, and his gaze accidentally rested on Wen Mingyu’s legs. His hands were dutifully lying on his knees, his slender fingers peeking out a little behind his sleeves. When framed by the deep-colored robes, it set off his fingers even more delicately, just like a piece of white porcelain. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and squeezing that pristine white.
Wen Mingyu felt it and looked over with a quizzical tilt of his head. His eyes appeared to be asking what was wrong.
Mu Zhan was outwardly calm, not at all looking like he was indulging in petty pranks below, as if it were only Wen Mingyu’s illusion. When he dropped his gaze, though, his fingers were clearly captured toying and slightly tickling him.
At that exact moment, another person asked Wen Mingyu whether he would take part in the polo match, so Wen Mingyu had to retreat his gaze and respond in a fairly preoccupied tone.
The people at the Palace Banquet had their own ideas. Others were actively wooing supporters. Some intended to marry off their daughters to General Wei, while others sought to test Wen Mingyu’s bottom line… But whatever occurred, everything ended without a hitch.
The courtiers then escorted Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu off first, followed by the others, who returned to their houses one by one. Wei Yingwu, who ate meat all the time and didn’t even forget to pack a bag before departing, was the most laid-back person at the banquet.
After returning to the general’s residence, Wei Yingwu remembered the duty he was assigned before going out, therefore, the first thing he did was go to Wen Changlan’s courtyard. Before he got through the entrance, the resounding sound of shouting had already penetrated.
“Ge! I’ve returned with wine and meat!”
He stated to have brought it back specifically for his elder cousin, but after sitting on his buttocks, he proceeded to eat again, and in passing, he informed him about what transpired at the palace banquet all at one.
Wen Changlan was sitting in his wheelchair. His brows and eyes were sharp, handsome and gentle. He mused, “The person from His Majesty’s side?”
Wei Yingwu nodded as he chewed his meat, “Even more beautiful than the high-ranking concubines and beauties I’ve seen previously, and quite good-tempered too. Even after being questioned by that gang of blubbering old men, he was unaffected. If it had been me, I would have thrown the table if necessary.”
Wen Chanlan rarely cracked a joke. “His Majesty has such a beauty next to him. From then on, no monarch has reigned early enough since then to morning court sessions, and their early pilgrimage and resolve are not the same as that of an outstanding man ah.”
Wei Yingwu came to a halt in his eating. “Is this something I can say to His Majesty?”
Wen Changlan: “… No.”
“Why? Ge, didn’t you advise me to be honest and frank with His Majesty, to not be concerned with my words and not play mind-games with him?”
“I say this because His Majesty is exceptionally intelligent and perceptive in many aspects. So, unless you are certain in your heart that you can pull tricks on His Majesty without being found, you can honestly express the thoughts in your mind. Your strength comes from your simplicity. That is why His Majesty is open to reusing you…” Wen Changlan stopped for a time, and the light in his eyes became faint. “You may attempt to get close to this Young Master Wen in front of His Majesty. I’m afraid there isn’t enough time to collect your corpse.”
“What the heck, Ge, are you purposefully scaring me?” Wei Yingwu wasn’t bothered by it. “Speaking of which, I’m not sure why, but this Young Master Wen gives me the feeling of a rabbit; just looking at him causes me to want to brush his hair. Enough talk, I’m off to check on Little Xue!”
The smile on Wen Changlan’s face faded, and he suddenly grew solemn. “Yingwu, bear in mind the words I have said. Keep your distance from Young Master Wen.”
Wei Yingwu felt awkward as he pulled his hair. “But we have a polo match in a couple of days. I’m unsure if His Majesty will play, but if Young Master Wen wants to play, I must accompany him. He has slender arms and legs. What if he gets cheated on, I can’t see him being bullied.”
“This ah,” Wen Changlan smiled thoughtfully. “Then you should rather help him, and it’s best to torment everyone who dares to bully him as badly as possible.”
The translucent moonlight trickled down, casting a cold shine on Wen Changlan’s face, while the other half of his face was concealed in the shadows, setting off his temperate tone, which was strangely hair-raising.
Growing up with sheer strength but little wit, Wei Yingwu listened to his elder brother, Wen Chanlang, very much. However, by all accounts, he should not have been so well-behaved with his furniture-destroying husky personality. As a matter of fact, as a child, he was a big pain in the ass, often causing a ruckus everywhere. He was able to cause trouble, until he wet his bed once and tried to shift the blame to his elder cousin, Wen Changlan. But he was made to bear the consequences, and after being particularly miserable, he spotted his smiling cousin. He squeezed his tail and just wanted to flee. The elders even said that only Changlan was capable of restraining this little devil.
And at that moment, when Wei Yingwu saw his elder brother’s smile, he couldn’t help but tremble a bit.
It’s not that I want to abuse you, guys. It’s my brother who made me do it!
The author has something to say:
General Wei is a naive erha friend. He is a two-metre fierce man with a heart of a teenage girl, who likes fluffy bunnies and is an assistant. (to love)
Chifu: Finally, a childish remark from teenager tyrant! Haha I want to be carried on wyw’s shoulder and see the vast lands and seas hahaha
Thanks for the chapter. The love is blooming🎊♥
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Don’t be looking at the bun bun…don’t be talking to the bun bun…don’t let the bun bun smile at you no matter what…LMAO! Thanks for the update 🐰🤣❤️
The general sounds adorable! He’s probably a good husky for a rabbit to have on his side. It’s interesting that he seems fairly simple but distinguished what the old foxes were up to and that Wen Mingyu handled them so well. No wonder he wins his battles.
Generals with the soul of a teenage girl is what I want to read in every book! It’s just that each general will have the soul of different teenagers!!!!
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General Wei sounds so freakin cute lmaooo
Thanks for the chapter! <3
Thanks for the chapter! The tyrant’s jealousy is very apparent.
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Thanks for the chapter! Sooo, the general’s reward is probably a rare breed bunny?