From chapter 28: For a split second, he was disoriented before turning his head and adjusting his expression. He hugged Mu Zhan’s arm, pointed at the man on the ground, and cried in an aggrieved tone, “Your Majesty, he bullied me.”
Why wouldn’t he depend if he had a backer. He’s not silly, humph.
The others: “…???”
Wen Mingyu’s soaring and lambent mien on the pitch was exactly what Mu Zhan had visualized in his heart, like a luminous body that one couldn’t take one’s gaze away from.
However, the existence of an eyesore is incredibly disturbing.
Mu Zhan sat there watching, his face collapsing inch by inch. He would have forced the game to end if he hadn’t observed that Wen Mingyu was still doing well. Nonetheless, the glare in his eyes towards the field was more than a bit abhorrent and irritating.
When the prime minister meekly approached to request an audience, he simply thought that the old geezer was too worthless for the younger generation in his family to be poorly cultivated. He expressed his displeasure by waving his hand, not addressing him.
This is highly unlikely to be done properly.
During the intermission, Mu Zhan went out of the tent, aiming to hammer Wen MIngyu at once. It was very unsightly to appear craven. In front of him were people who were so audacious that you could just slay them right back.
He was about to stride over when he saw Wen Mingyu sauntering out from behind Wei Yingwu, an expression of arrogance on his face as he squinted down on the others.
Mu Zhan came to a standstill for a minute, taken aback by the unforeseen scenario. “This expression, why does it seem quite familiar?”
Zhao Dequan, who was respectfully walking behind him, leapt in between his eyebrows and slipped, “Similar to Your Majesty.”
Zhao Dequan felt deranged as the words fell, believing that the eyes of Young Master Wen and His Majesty were too identical. He was so startled that he lost his marbles and blurted out his deepest thoughts irresponsibly.
He was frightened of being chastised by His Majesty, but to his astonishment, His Majesty did not become upset after hearing his, but rather smiled profoundly, as if he was in a pleasant mood.
Wen Mingyu, on the other hand, was assaulted shortly after. He reacted swiftly, like a house on fire, by fighting back, even sitting on top of his opponent and punching him.
Mu Zhan’s expression altered as a catalyst of witnessing this scene, and he didn’t even think as he stormed over and hauled Wen Mingyu back to his side like a chick, his face disgruntled.
His arm was hugged the following second, much to his amazement. Wen Mingyu gazed at him as though he had been bullied somewhere and was asking for support from the person closest to him with dependency and trust. “Your Majesty, he bullied me.”
Mu Zhan’s heart pounded and his rage intensified, but it was all centered on the person who had bullied Wen Mingyu.
His face darkened, and he cast a harsh glance at the man on the ground.
“Arise, enough respite. The second half begins with this one participating as well.”
When the Prime Minister’s ears met His Majesty’s words, his elderly face became green. It was all over. He was well aware that his grandson had thoroughly offended the Emperor and could not be spared.
The Prime Minister’s wife was far enough away to hear what was happening. She finally couldn’t help but go over, only to hear the Prime Minister declare, “There is nothing more that can be done about this. I can only beseech His Majesty to keep him alive.”
The Prime Minister’s wife refused to accept it and grasped the Prime Minister’s arm with all her might, “What exactly are you talking about?! That is your very own grandchild!”
“What’s the point of throwing a fit with me? I warned you not to pamper him on normal days, didn’t I? He has such a lawless personality, defying every rule and regulation. I advised him not to tamper with the person beside His Majesty, and yet, he simply took my words for granted and dared to strike the horse’s hoof with a mallet. Want to murder people? Excellent work!” The Prime Minister had a scowl on his face.
When she saw he was upset, the Prime Minister’s wife lightened her tone, “I know I generally overindulge him, but he’s still young, isn’t he? He used to be spoiled and constantly ask you for sweets. What a sweet child. How can you possibly leave him alone if His Majesty… will you not be devastated if your grandchild is gone?”
“Still young?” The Prime Minister sneered, his beard trembling in frustration. He quieted his voice and rebuked her, “He is seventeen years old. He’s a year older than the Wen Family’s bastard son. He wanders around all day doing irrelevant stuff and is derelict in duty. This is something over which I have no control. I just pleaded for an audience to meet His Majesty and was denied. If you wish, you may go and lose your entire clan for a dunce!”
The Prime Minister’s wife choked on his words of scolding and opened her mouth, as if she knew it was reasonable but couldn’t swallow it. The Prime Minister, his furious expression partly averted, understood her emotions and said cryptically, “Just don’t overthink it. It’s arrived at this stage, and there’s nothing we can do about it either… It’s not like we don’t have just one grandchild. Think about Hongzhi and Wenzheng.”
After a brief pause of being reticent, the Prime Minister’s wife clasped her handkerchief in her palm and nodded, deciding to acknowledge the truth.
And, at the time, the man who clutched his sore abdomen and looked at Wen Mingyu with resentful eyes had no idea he had been forsaken by his loved ones.
Wen Mingyu’s teammate stepped down the field and was substituted by Mu Zhan, who joined the pitch to play.
Both teams’ players mounted their horses; the palace servant struck the gong with a loud bang, marking the start of the second half of the game.
Mu Zhan disrupted the whole atmosphere with his addition. The spectators in the tents were anxious, nervous, and anticipatory, with a complicated mood. Those on the pitch with Mu Zhan in their team were thinking about how to pass the ball to His Majesty, while the opposing team was frightened of hurting him but also worried that if they didn’t play with their hearts, they would offend him, making the task extremely tough.
Soon, though, as the game entered into rhythm, they realized that all of their worries were for naught.
They weren’t even visible to the emperor, and they couldn’t even touch the ball.
The blue-clothed man was already so enraged that his own brain might have devoured him already. He was so set on exacting revenge on Wen Mingyu for previously beating him up and making a mockery of him that all he could think about was retribution. While everyone else was looking at the ball and His Majesty, he was searching for Wen Mingyu’s figure. He yanked his horse over and charged straight towards Wen Mingyu, striking his mallet with such power that it blew a harsh wind at him.
Wen Mingyu’s eyes narrowed and flashed a cold glint as he crouched down and dodged fluidly.
Someone yelled, “Catch the ball!”
The ball was handed to the blue-clothed man by a teammate who spotted him entering away from the goal. As much as the blue-clothed man wanted to pick on Wen Mingyu, the match was certainly something he wanted to win, too. How could he accept defeat at the hands of a bastard. Therefore, he hurriedly hooked the ball with his mallet and slammed it into the goal, flying past accurately and destined to score.
Alas, the ball was intercepted just as it appeared to be a successful goal.
Wen Mingyu passed the ball to Wei Yingwu, who was so powerful that he let the ball strike the goal halfway across the field.
The team of Wen Mingyu scored.
He swept a glance at the scoreboard, where the score disparity was widening. He turned his head to the man in blue and smirked haughtily. The man in blue was so furious by that beaming attitude, which could be defined as provocative and pompous, that he almost vomited blood.
Wen Mingyu immediately chased after the ball, and the blue-clothed man pursued him on his horse, gripping the mallet with ferocious determination to seize the ball. But then a mallet with an ornate dragon carving arrived and hit his mallet, so forceful that it rattled his jaw, making it numb and uncomfortable. His grip on the mallet weakened, and it fell to the ground.
The blue-clothed man was outraged and turned to frown, but he was confronted with Mu Zhan’s evil-looking face, his eyes as dark as deep pools of frigid water with no bottom. A high-ranking person’s momentum is, needless to say, terrifying. Without them saying anything, one cannot help but be silenced as they lie prostrated on the ground, shivering.
If he hadn’t been seated on his horse, he would have been on his knees and unable to stand on his feet.
“Your Majesty…”
His face paled, he hung his head, his body shook from uncontrollable dread, and he inhaled with difficulty.
Mu Zhan, however, did not spare him a second thought and commanded him straight, “Why don’t you start moving? The game is still going on.”
The man in blue was flustered. How could he continue the game when he had dropped his mallet. He gritted his teeth and peered out onto the field, trying to call on his underlings to pick it up for him.
But Mu Zhan did not allow him this chance, instead ordering coldly, “Run.”
At this point, the man in blue had shed all his previous flightiness. His mind was only flooded with horrifying tales about how many people Mu Zhan had slain and the awful torture he had employed. His back was covered in cold sweat that poured like rain, and he became a weakling. He lacked the courage to confront the tyrant, so he hurled all his feelings at Wen Mingyu, becoming increasingly enraged.
He was reluctant to let his horse move forward as he peered out the corner of his eyes at Wen Mingyu. Mu Zhan, who was riding nonchalantly behind him, was not far behind. His speed was not fast, but there was a sense of being driven into a corner as he advanced step by step, like a ferocious beast dealing with its weak prey. He didn’t kill it outright, but rather savored the other’s terror as he watched him flee in despair. Only after he was sick of playing with it did he sharply wave his claws and strike right at its vitals.
The following second, the horse the man in blue was riding collapsed abruptly and lost its balance without warning. Because of the forward motion, he rolled from the horse and crashed heavily to the ground. In his vision was Mu Zhan, sitting on his horse, holding an exquisite mallet in his hand, and looking down at him with icy eyes, as though he was looking at a dead man.
It was His Majesty who mercilessly slammed his mallet into the horse’s hoof!
The steed neighed in anguish and stamped on the ground in an erratic, violent manner. It obviously didn’t see the man in blue who was sprawled on the ground. His hooves trod heavily, and the crisp and melodic sound of fractured bones was accompanied by the shriek of excruciating pain.
Mu Zhan observed it for a few seconds before gesturing with his hand for the wounded man to be brought down. Treatment was assured, but the question was whether he would be able to stand for half a lifetime and if he would have the fortitude to make it through.
“With such intense exercise, there are bound to be mishaps. This one feels that more care and attention is needed. What do my dear subjects think?”
He rode to the tent and looked down from above at the courtiers; his voice was flat and dull.
“…. This minister thinks so, too.”
The air stagnated for two seconds before a sound broke through, followed by a chorus of voices chiming in.
Mu Zhan swept his gaze about lazily, making everyone’s heart constrict. Then he carefully moved his sight away and turned to Wen Mingyu. “Still want to play?”
After such an accident, Wen Mingyu was clearly not in the right frame of mind to play, thus he shook his head.
Mu Zhan indifferently tossed the mallet to Zhao Dequan. “This one has had enough. Go back.”
Then he dismounted from his horse and led Wen Mingyu away to the carriage, while the rest of the group hung their heads in respect as they saw them off.
On the road, Mu Zhan appeared somewhat weary and irritated. He propped his chin up and watched the goose-yellow tassels dangling from the carriage curtain as they rocked slowly in the breeze.
After a prolonged period of time, he withdrew his sight and cocked his head to look at the abnormally silent Wen Mingyu by his side. He asked, frowning, “Why are you not talking, are you unhappy with what this one just did?”
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That tragic sight, may be said to be very appalling.
He was startled, but interestingly, aside from the initial shock, there was not much fearful aversion in his heart later on. It was clear that Mu Zhan was blood-curdling in that way. And that kind of brooding, ice-cold expression, as if he were more than just a dispensable pet.
Wen Mingyu pursed his lips and shook his head. “No, I am happy that His Majesty stood up for me. He didn’t even hesitate when he laid hands on me just now, clearly not taking my life seriously. Obviously, I am not going to be soft with him either.”
He looked serious, yet a little sheepish-like, while his fingers on his knee curled up slightly. “The truth is, I was actually thinking about how I was going to teach him a lesson a moment ago, but I’m afraid I might cause trouble.”
He had long been aware that he was not much of a kindhearted and gentle man. He believed in answering a blow with a blow and returning an eye for an eye. But, of course, we must not be too reckless, and we must determine whether we can bear the aftermath before committing an act. If you can’t accomplish it right away, jot it down in a little notebook and keep an eye out for possibilities later.
When Mu Zhan heard this, the corners of his lips rose, dispelling the gloomy cloud on his face.
It is a little surprising that this soft, tiny creature, which usually looks sweet and pampered, has a hedgehog-like side underneath, and if attacked, it will burst forth with sharp-pointed thorns, piercing its opponent to the point of fresh blood spilling, so as not to incur losses.
In that case, what if he was the one who wanted to bully him?
Will he be so alert that all his hair stands up from head to foot, staring with his rounded eyes, revealing his bare teeth, opening his lips and grasping his hand with his teeth so firmly that he will even cling even if the skin is torn and shedding blood?
No, biting the hand causes far too little pain. A vulnerable neck is better.
In this way, he was bound to plunge himself into his arms and lie on his shoulders, his two long legs encircling his waist and pressing together in the most intimate position. When he bit the flesh at the intersection of his shoulder and neck, the blood then dyed his lips a gorgeous red, so dazzling that part of it would be ingested and absorbed into his body.
The two seemed to dissolve into one.
Mu Zhan smiled, sensing no pain. On the contrary, he stirred vaguely with eagerness.
I’m definitely looking forward to seeing this scene play out.
Wen Mingyu had no idea what was going through Mu Zhan’s mind, but when he saw the smirk on his face, he couldn’t help but shudder, his skin developing gooseflesh. He squirmed slightly and unconsciously shrank back a little from the metamorphosing, perverted tyrant.
***
“Don’t be afraid to invite trouble. As I said, you are free to do anything you desire. The game has already been ruined by an inadequate man, so if you want to play polo, you can always find someone to join you.”
The polo match was called off, and on the way back, Mu Zhan mentioned this to him.
After listening to this, Wen Mingyu later felt odd. Was it his illusion? Why did it feel like there was something indulgent and a taste of doting in those words.
Inside the sumptuous Penglai Hall.
When left alone, Wen Mingyu reverted to his most comfortable, lop-eared rabbit form. A snow-white ball of mass, grasping a pudgy flower cake to chew into, nibbling on it and visibly frowning as he pondered bunny life.
After immersing himself in his train of thoughts, he was immediately distracted by the crispy, sweet but not greasy cakes, and he gladly flung Mu Zhan behind him, dismissing him.
The flower cake was so fragrant.
With his cheeks bulging out, Wen Mingyu dipped his head and took a hefty, chewy bite, while his tiny drooping rabbit ears twitched slightly in response, like two flaky clouds.
Having eaten two flower cakes, his tummy was satisfied, but his mouth was still demanding. He stretched out his tiny tongue and licked his lips with some relish, and he even bowed down to lick the crumbs from his paws.
When he’d had enough licks, he slumped back drowsily and splayed out wide on the bed like the 大 character, his niveous belly wavering gently with his breathing.
When you are full, you are very sleepy and want to sleep a lot.
Wen Mingyu’s eyelids slouched twice. He couldn’t resist closing his eyes, and his breathing got sluggish as he drifted to sleep.
However, once two minutes had passed, the lop-eared rabbit on the bed suddenly jerked, flicked its ears, snapped its eye open, rolled over, and popped up, its fur exploding.
He still has homework to complete! Crap!
As a result, bedtime was canceled.
Wen Mingyu swiftly sprang out of bed. After hopping forward a few hops, he stared down at the squishy pads of his fleshy paws before remembering, as an afterthought, that he was still a rabbit.
He hopped back into bed, transformed into his human form, dressed, and dashed off to finish his homework.
As for the very first thought? He had totally forgotten about it.
What was a more major event than completing your unfinished homework? None!
Wen Mingyu sat at his desk in his study, attentively writing with his head down. Sometimes, he would furrow his eyebrows, and he would put down his pen for a while to reflect before resuming to write.
After completing all of his homework, finally, he loosened his shoulders and straightened, then automatically glanced at the entryway, which was empty. Then he discreetly fished out his script and resumed writing to decompress.
With his prior false heat and high fever, as well as his recent hectic schedule, he broke off from writing for a good number of days and kind of slipped from his memory of what he was going to write.
He went back over everything he had previously written, and the more he read, the more delighted he grew. The villain in the script underwent a sequence of woes, and it was written based on Mu Zhan.
Wen Mingyu had witnessed the villain fall on evil days so many times before, and he believed it was time to turn some luck around. Hence, he lifted his pen and began writing.
The little young master brought the new guard out several times, and seeing as he was brilliant, uncommunicative, always wrapped things nicely, and was better at his specialty than anyone else, the more he loved taking him out everywhere he went.
The young master was always munificent to his people and would reward anybody who looked pleasing to the eye. Only the villain, who had the physique of the God of Poverty, made it pointless for him to reward him. Therefore, the young master changed the reward to something else by asking him what he wanted.
But the villain has no idea what he desires.
After some thought, the young master just handed away the things he liked: pastries from Yiping Pavillion, signature dishes from Chunyi Restaurant, crickets that can duel extremely well, leaves with unusual shapes… There are many bits and ends, some valuable, others not, but the goal is to be intriguing and different from the rest.
In this manner, it seems that the villain is a little special and different in the midst of his minions. While others were content to collect the prize money and stash it away, the villain ate what the young master enjoyed eating and toyed with what he found amusing. The young master would ask him how he felt afterward, and as the days passed, there were more exchanges of conservation.
Someone was then displeased with the villain and believed that it was unfair that he arrived later yet gained the young master’s attention; hence, he wanted to teach him a lesson. That person stole the young master’s jade pendant and attempted to place it in the villain’s chamber in order to frame him.
However, to his dismay, the villain’s chamber collapsed before he had a chance to strike.
That’s right, it collapsed.
Everyone’s room next door was in pristine condition, but his had crumbled, as if an earthquake had passed.
Fortunately, no one sustained an injury.
When the young master learned about it, he trotted over to have a look. He turned to face the villain, clicking his tongue. “No sooner had I said yesterday that I would reward you with a piece of gray jade, and your room soon disappeared. You really can’t have the bits of riches and life.”
The minion, who was about to frame the villain, sweated coldly on his back upon hearing this. If he had gone over there sooner, wouldn’t he have been smothered in the ruins?
At the moment, no one ventured to be near the villain for fear of catching some of his bad luck.
This did not frighten the young master. He considered himself fortunate that the villain couldn’t influence him. Furthermore, the villain has helped him solve a lot of problems by following him non-stop these days. So, when the head servant became concerned for his safety and came over to transfer the villain, the young master rejected him.
Rather, on that particular evening, seeing that the villain had nowhere to stay, the young master advised him to spend the night on guard and that he should sleep in the outer room if he was tired.
Wen Mingyu took a breather after finishing this section and tapped his pen against his chin. A misfortune in the proper place, yet it is advantageous.
What to write next, Wen Mingyu mulled for a little while. But, in the absence of a lead, he simply threw away his pen.
No more writing. I’m starving. Let’s get some food!
Wen Mingyu carefully and securely stowed the things, then went back to the bedchamber where he resided, only to espied a familiar burly figure outside the door. A knoll… ah no, it was General Wei.
He still held an empty cage in his hand, and when he spotted him, his eyes brightened.
The palace servants exhaled a sigh of relief. The master was not in, and General Wei persisted on entering. They couldn’t offend both ends, so they were at a loss. Thankfully, Master Wen appeared at this precise moment.
General Wei beamed, “Great, you just happened to be back. I gained permission from His Majesty to bring my pets here for you to see, but to my surprise, just as I walked here, they opened the cage gate and ran in.”
“Pets?” Wen Mingyu cocked his head in bewilderment.
Watching him like this, Wei Yingwu felt even more adorable and couldn’t help but say, “Actually, when I saw you at the palace banquet, I thought of the rabbits I raised, so I wanted you to meet them. “
In chagrin, he scratched his hair and frowned, “Is it inappropriate to compare you to a rabbit? I have no other implication.”
There was nothing unsettling in what he expressed. He just clicked in his heart, thinking that this husky-like man in front of him was remarkably perceptive. He shook his head, “First, go search for your pets. It’s not good for them to run somewhere.”
General Wei nodded his head in a hurry.
As soon as they stepped into the courtyard, they saw them, crouched and well-behaved, not roaming around.
Not one, but several clusters of fluffy white, black, gray, brown, black and white mixed… There were so many, it was as if Wen Mingyu had intentionally built a rabbit zoo in the garden.
They all have voluminous, velvety, and glossy coats, and at first glance, it can be seen that they have been properly cared for.
Wei Yingwu fixed his gaze on the rabbits, his eyes shining. He said, as if he were flaunting some treasure, “Look, this is my family’s Little Plum, Little Orchid, Little Bamboo, Little Chrysanthemum, Little Frost, and Little Snow. They’re all really lovely and good-looking, aren’t they!”
It was a bit out of character and a great contrast for a huge, tall, robust man to be holding such adorable, small creatures and acting like a young maiden while he named and dressed each of them pretty with a fond smile.
But… rabbits are cute. That’s what tough guys should like.
Wen Mingyu saw nothing wrong with it.
Wei Yingwu grabbed the one with the blue-eyed, white-furred lop-eared rabbit and presented it to Wen Mingyu to look at. “This is the new reward from His Majesty, Little Frost, who is a little sensitive to strangers.”
It was only then that Wen Mingyu discovered that the reward was not a beauty, but a fluffy rabbit.
The lop-eared rabbit really hated being held by him and fought to free himself from his palm-leaf fan-like hand. Wei Yingwu was worried about the rabbit’s wellbeing and avoided using excessive force. Thus, the lop-eared rabbit quickly rushed out and, with a lightsome hop, hopped into Wen Mingyu’s lap and dived intimately into his arms, its furry paws hugging him, apparently very fond of him.
Wei Yingwu: “…”
I almost performed a fierce man shedding tears on the spot. It was undeniably his pet. How come he dislikes himself and gravitates for Wen Mingyu instead?
Even though he shouldn’t, Wen Mingyu found himself laughing inside at his pained face with dolor. It was only natural for a rabbit to be close to him. After all, he was considered to be one of their sort, and others just didn’t know it.
He reassured Wei Yingwu several times to make him feel better before proceeding with their conversation.
“They will unlock the cage gate and rush out on their own, bouncing around so fast and so agile that they are out of sight in the blink of an eye,“ Wei Yingwu complained, but his look was something else entirely, almost as if he had written explicitly on his face that his family babies were finally growing and becoming clever.
Wen Mingyu seconded with a nod, “Of course, rabbits are, without exception, smart and athletic.”
When he heard this, Wei Yingwu was as ecstatic as seeing a bosom friend. “Yes, rabbits are fantastic! You have good taste, therefore you’re my half-brother from today onwards! People don’t talk to me about rabbits because they think I’m strange for owning these small creatures. That’s nonsense! They’re obviously blind, who wouldn’t like such adorable bunnies?”
Wen Mingyu was very approving and echoed, “That’s exactly right!”
Rabbits are certainly the cutest and most wonderful creatures in the world.
“On that note, do you have any rabbits too? The rabbit grass here is fresh and is growing nicely here. They’re all happily eating it.”
When he heard this, Wen Mingyu glanced at the timothy grass that had been chewed into a bald patch and felt a deep ache in his heart, choking him somewhat. So much of his precious baby grass had vanished. Suddenly, the bunnies became unappealing in his eyes. How could they casually deprive him of his rations.
After losing his provision, Wen Mingyu resolved to roll the rabbit to soothe his aching heart.
Hence, when Mu Zhan came over, all he saw at a glance was the image of Wen Mingyu swarmed by rabbits.
One on his head, one on his shoulder, one in his arms, and a few more plucked from his legs. They’re soft and round, like glutinous mochi, and extremely sticky.
When Wen Mingyu took two strides ahead, they still followed closely. They continued to cling to the corners of his robes with their claws, not letting go, their eyes as pure as clear glass, while purring out milky, delicate noises, which seemed to be them wanting to act in spoiled behavior.
Wherever Wen Mingyu goes, they follow.
“It seems that they are quite fond of you. Rabbits are often more independent and less clingy. I’ve had them for a long time, and they are only willing to be near me while they are being fed. “ Wei Yingwu watched the scene before him with sultry eyes and a heart covered in bitterness.
After noticing Mu Zhan’s arrival, Wei Yingwu made an immediate salute, and then he watched Mu Zhan march over and pick up the rabbit laying on Wen Mingyu’s shoulder.
The rabbit, whose skin was squeezed at the back of its neck, was very restless and helpless. Its legs stomped in the air a few times, and it confronted Mu Zhan, whose expression was deadpan. The little animal intuitively sensed peril.
“Ah.” Wen Mingyu detected the emotions of his kind and hastily reached out to hug it back. “Your Majesty, it will be afraid if you carry it like that.”
Mu Zhan looked impatient. He threw the rabbit directly into Wei Yingwu’s hands and said coldly, “Take your pets and get out.”
Wei Yingwu responded decisively, almost saying “OK.” He smoothly scooped up the rabbits and stuffed them back into the cage one by one. The rabbits clung to Wen Mingyu and refused to loosen their claws as they pulled at his clothes.
Mu Zhan’s countenance darkened even further.
After all the rabbits had been loaded, Wei Yingwu, who was about to depart, was still reluctant to leave. He turned to Wen Mingyu and said, “My brother, I’ll be back in a couple of days to play with you.“
He also wanted to pat Wen Mingyu’s shoulder, but was stung by Mu Zhan’s gaze and hastily withdrew his hand. It was only after walking a good distance out of the Penglai Hall that he belatedly recalled his cousin’s warning not to come too near to Wen Mingyu. But why is that? That was his half-brother, his greatest buddy!
His Majesty was not very good-tempered and was always irritated for thirty days out of the month. He’d wait until His Majesty was in a better mood, then ask for an audience to visit his Brother Wen and share their rabbit knowledge together.
Wei Yingwu, satisfied, nodded his head like a big dog, thinking he had thought it through very well.
Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan were the only ones remaining after Wei Yingwu had gone. For a time, everything was still.
Wen Mingyu’s robe was covered in rabbit fur after having freshly patted a hill of bunnies and been attached to numerous furry ones. He was dressed in a white brocade robe embroidered with a green bamboo pattern. Except for the white fur, the other colors were particularly noticeable.
Wen Mingyu didn’t care much. He pinched his sleeve and shook his arm, then he reached up and patted his clothes to get the fur off.
On the contrary, Mu Zhan stared, looking rather insulted.
Wen Mingyu had no idea what was bothering him, yet he still couldn’t help asking him. “His Majesty granted General Wei permission to bring rabbits into the palace. Do you want to raise rabbits as well?”
He locked his gaze on Mu Zhan, without even registering that his current expression resembled an online expression pack—are you having another dog outside.jpg.
Without even thinking about it, Mu Zhan said, “No.”
Impatient, he abruptly extended his hand and pulled up Wen Mingyu’s lapel, plucking the rabbit hair from it. Wen Mingyu was taken aback and nearly felt the tyrant had gone mad and was about to do something unfathomable in broad daylight.
Mu Zhan’s OCD went online and assisted him in gradually removing the rest of the rabbit hair. Earlier, the rabbit was in his arms. The rabbit leaned over his shoulders. He had one rabbit hugging his arms, while another pulled on his legs, and so on. There was practically no shortage of fur supplies. As a result, removing it will naturally cause you to touch several locations, including across the cloth, which is fairly ambiguous.
Wen Mingyu retreated with unease, “… I’ll go and change my clothes.”
Without stopping, Mu Zhan nodded and followed him inside the house from the courtyard. He sat at the table and sipped tea.
It didn’t take long for Wen Mingy to change into his outer robes and come out. He had good facial features, and no matter what he wore, it was still eye-catching.
Mu Zhan’s gaze went to him, and as he neared, he smelled the familiar, fruity, sweet fragrance.
Mu Zhan swiftly reached out his hand to hook a wisp of pitch-black hair on Wen Mingyu’s chest and lazily fondle it. Such a movement obliged Wen Mingyu to lean over and hunch down. He was so close to Mu Zhan that he could only sit on board almost close to the person in the chair next to him.
Mu Zhan’s eyes shone like essence, and he measured leisurely, seemingly stroking Wen Mingyu’s face from the eyebrows to the nose, lips, lower jaw, and Adam’s apple…
Wen Mingyu’s whole body was stretched taut, and he was aware that his vision particularly expressed volumes, as if he was about to do something.
But after a while, Mu Zhan inexplicably gazed up at the top of his head again and reached out to touch it, as if he was petting a dog.
Wen Mingyu’s face was blank.
He did not know what Mu Zhan was thinking in his head when he asked him about keeping rabbits. His initial reaction, in fact, was one of aversion and disgust; his experiences as a young child had left him uneasy with cats and dogs, and he was even less inclined to keep one.
But, as he looked at the disciplined Wen Mingyu, it somehow occurred to him that if Wen Mingyu had fluffy drooping rabbit ears coming out of his head and a small clump of tail, while he cocked his head and stared at himself with glistening, wet eyes—
It seems that keeping one is not impossible if the rabbit is him.
Wen Mingyu noticed that the fragrance of wine pheromones on Mu Zhan’s body had become mild and lingering, giving the impression that he was in a pleasant mood. He’d just been upset, but now he’s delighted for no apparent reason. He truly deserved to be a capricious tyrant. Wen Mingyu doesn’t really get him.
After a bit of suspicious caressing for a while, Mu Zhan finally moved his hand away with satisfaction and brought Wen Mingyu for a walk in the Imperial Garden.
Wen Mingyu trailed after him, still suspecting that something was wrong with Mu Zhan.
Since he was distracted by his doubts in his mind, he didn’t pay attention to his footing and staggered, tripped, and nearly fell down by accident.
An extra hand flashed before his eyes and held him steadily.
Mu Zhan’s voice was dull. “How old are you that you can’t even walk well?”
This wave of mockery was not unjust, but Wen Mingyu felt a little ashamed. He smiled sarcastically and replied, “Thank you, Your Majesty. I will concentrate on walking.”
With that, he tried to take his hand back but found that… he couldn’t.
He looked stupidly at the two of them as they held hands.
Mu Zhan calmly guided him on, apparently disliking his shaky gait and seemingly going along with the flow. Wen Mingyu constantly had the feeling that something was off, and he couldn’t help but have goose flesh on his fingers.
His lips trembled, wanting to speak, wishing Mu Zhan to let go of his hand, yet deliberately saying such a thing seemed even stranger to say.
His dilly-dally knots were so tangled that it pained his brain, but fortunately, it only took a few minutes before Mu Zhan released his hand.
The minute Wen Mingyu’s hand saw its freedom, it quickly retreated and slid to the side of his leg, his fingers coiling and disappearing into his wide sleeves. It felt like the hand had been soaked in heavy wine pheromones.
He breathed quietly, relieved.
As they walked out of the pathway, they were greeted with stunning and lovely flowers of all colors in full bloom.
It’s easy to gradually relax and take your time admiring a fine view like this.
As Wen Mingyu admired, he couldn’t help but notice the abundance of beautiful flowers here and there, some of which he couldn’t identify. How troublesome it would be to look after them, and only the nobility could afford to pay for special personnel to look after them meticulously.
He was wondering about the fact that there were still plenty of splendid flowers blooming in autumn when he looked around and saw that Mu Zhan had reached out and plucked one, which, if he was right, should have been one of the best blooming flowers in the area.
Wen Mingyu’s head was full of question marks. The flowers are so nice-looking; why pick them when you can simply enjoy them?
As a result, the next second, he watched as Mu Zhan trod towards him and put the flower in his hair.
Wen Mingyu: “… ???”
“Your Majesty?”
He automatically put out his hand to remove the flower, but Mu Zhan pressed his palm and said, “It’s quite nice, it fits you.”
Wen Mingyu choked and felt hopeless. This is an intentional prank on him, right? He is a big man in his own right. How surprising it was when he put a flower in his hair. Only pretty ladies are suitable.
Wen Mingyu wrinkled his face and mumbled, “Then let all those palace servants stand a bit farther away. His Majesty can watch it alone, but just for a little while.”
Mu Zhan’s lips arched and he smiled slightly as he heard this. He truly did instruct the palace servants to retire and wait.
Uncomfortable, Wen Mingyu’s line of sight was led to the spot where Mu Zhan had just plucked the flower, and he noticed that they were a soft shade of light-rose, with layer upon tier of petals and a beautiful gradation of colors fading from light to strong from inside out. It was breathtaking.
He thoughtlessly found a topic and nodded vaguely at his hair, “What is this flower, Your Majesty?”
Mu Zhan: “Begonia.”
Wen Mingyu: “…”
The flowers were in perfect condition and very gorgeous. He just happened to associate them with some inexplicable things, nothing more.
He should have known better than to ask.
But Mu Zhan saw the tiny shift in his expression and enquired, “What’s wrong?”
Wen Mingyu shook his head and said with a smile, “It’s nothing. I’ve merely heard about this flower before, and now I know it looks like this.”
“Is that so?” Mu Zhan’s face was cold as he said, in a stern voice, “I want to hear the truth.”
Wen Mingyu: “…”
You’re giving me a hard time, Fat Tiger.jpg.Wen Mingyu had to make-up a white lie, “Ah, I recently heard some rumors concerning the begonia flower, which are not appropriate to be disclosed to his Majesty.”
“Speak.” An imperative tone.
“It is… said that begonias are demons that, at night, take on incredibly attractive human forms. Men or women, they can’t be distinguished. They are so attractive that they tug on the men’s heartstrings to have coitus with them. The men are unable to resist and become obsessed and delirious with the foe, and are eventually sucked dry of their vital essence and die.”
After hearing this, Mu Zhan had a look of, rather extreme disgust.
Wen Mingyu shrugged his shoulders. He had been stunned several times prior when reading those scripts.
Is this even conceivable? No, and can you still use that kind of thing?
It’s been that long, it’s no longer human, is it? Still going to be killed, won’t it!
Time and again, his pupils quivered, but that didn’t prevent him from driving off the road as he reddened with shame and his pulse raced. He had now submitted himself to being an old driver, daring to spew semi-truths and lies in front of Mu Zhan.
At first, Mu Zhan was uninterested in this bizarre narrative, but his gaze was drawn unwittingly to the begonia flower in Wen Mingyu’s hair. The delicate, light-rose flower was attached to the side of his ear, and it did not only diminish the person’s beauty, but it also served as a foil. Wen Mingyu’s eyebrows and eyes were even more polished, his complexion as white and delicate as jade. Simultaneously, the tall and slim body was not feminine, but rather a type of just appropriate in an ineffable sense.
“Flower demon.”
Mu Zhan, who was staring at him, stated this unexpectedly.
He thought he had intended to say more, so Wen Mingyu tilted his head, looked askance, and paused for a moment, but he didn’t hear the following words.
After a half-shi chen walk while appreciating the flowers, Wen Mingyu had long since found the chance to remove the fresh flower. Albeit it was merely a flower, the Emperor himself had plucked it and it was deemed an imperial gift, so throwing it away was not an option. As a result, he brought it home with him.
Wen Mingyu had an epiphany while looking at the light-rose bloom.
He dismissed the palace servants, pulled out his script, and wielded his brush madly with great vigor. He wrote speedily because he was inspired to do so.
The events of the day were adapted and put into words in his script.
The young master enjoys having a great time. He enjoys frolicking outside whenever he pleases. He had heard about the Flower House and wanted to enrich his knowledge. To his great shock, his family got wind of it and his respectable elder brother came sprinting on his tail to arrest him, yelling he would break his dog legs.
The young master was on edge as he scurried inside the room. He ultimately came up with the lousy idea of having the villain dress up as a woman. He didn’t arrive here to visit a woman; he was just struck by curiosity on a whim about what his guards would look like in woman’s garb after seeing one. It was a bit of a stretch, but when placed in the context of the smug and willful young master, it appeared to make sense.
The villain: “…”
When the young master saw he hadn’t changed yet, he became agitated and jumped directly at him, maundering him to change. The villain gripped his belt with a deadpan expression as he wrestled soundlessly. He eventually succumbed and changed.
He reappeared shortly afterward in his lady’s attire, and the young master’s eyes stretched in size as he frankly exclaimed, “I wasn’t expecting you to look good in a lady’s attire. If you were a woman, people who came to ask for your hand in marriage must have wrecked down the threshold a long time ago.”
Upon hearing this, the villain was not at all elated. Rather, he turned around and prepared to switch his clothes back. The young master hastily dragged him back and compelled him to remain.
Before waiting for his respectable elder brother to stomp the door down, the young master cast two glimpses at the villain, constantly creeping in on him that something was amiss. His mind flashed and his eyes lit up, realizing something. His right hand made a fist as it softly knocked the palm of his left hand, and he said, “Right, wait a minute.”
With a gust of wind, he dashed somewhere to pick up a flower, then pinned it to the villain’s ear. He nodded and said, “An elegant flower accompanies a beauty, perfect.”
The villain, with a black-face, tightened his fist, wanting nothing more than to rip the entire Flower House apart.
Wen Mingyu ceased writing this section, looked at his manuscript, and snorted.
When the Dog Emperor offers him a flower, he arranges for the script’s villain to be given a flower hat as well as to wear the most ostentatious peonies, which makes him more lovely than any lady.
Imagine the image of Mu Zhan in a skirt, clutching a tiny scented handkerchief and enchantingly whirling it around, winking with coquettish eyes and saying in a sweet voice, “My guest, come over here~”
Gee, too spicy for my eyes.
Wen Mingyu burst out laughing and rolled about.
The author has something to say:
Dog Wei: I’m not here to destroy the family, I’m here to join the family.
Mu Zhan: … Get out!
ChiFu: My soul is waving~ XD was busy with my matters and I didn’t have the time to pinch this in, so I did it fast! Recently played enstars and I feel like my fingers have slimmed down a lot because of expert, so cool!
Thank you for reading! Thank you for the kofi, julie, Júlia, and Gofa! <3
General is such a silly cutie (=^w^=) And WMY’s novel becoming more and more excessive 😂
Thank You for the new chapter ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)
Aaaaa, rabbits and their rabbit king!!!
Thank you very much for the translation 🤍🤍🤍
King of the hill—of bunnies! Love the novel in the novel…lmao! Thanks for the translation ❤️❤️❤️🤣❤️❤️❤️
Thank you so much for the new chaps~~
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Waiting for WMY to publish his novel*･゜ﾟ(^O^)↝
Thank you for the chapter!
What is your pfp 😂 you seem fun, got any recommendations fellow yaoi fan?
RIP horse!
I wonder how long this novel will remain hidden… Though I wouldn’t be surprised if the emperor has already taken a look. 😂
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
That last description omg 💀💀
Thanks for the chapter! <3
So the brat that got squished by his horse had fully intended to do that to Wen Mingyu! The Emperor is happy to see his beauty adopting his fierce expression, fighting back and plotting revenge – so much that later he had to replace the scent of strange rabbits with his own 😂. I love so many things about this chapter!
when mu zhan finds that script, it’s gonna be my favorite moment, lol
Thanks for the chapter
Is it bad that the General is my favorite character?? 🤣
Thank you for the chapter ❤️
Vicious little bunny wants revenge, but dragon hubby beat him to it, hehe. I just love how possessive MZ is, ahh, and how WM is just so casually accepting of it (because it helps him survive, but still). Also, hulking handsome general being such a gap moe absolutely melts my heart, aahhh, what a gentle giant, I wanna smooch his forehead!! And LOL I like that WM writes fanfiction to deal with his frustrations… Relatable.
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