While dining, Wen Mingyu and the others were conversing. The mood was shockingly melodic. Today, unless other people approached Wen Mingyu, Mu Zhan, with a detached expression, was in a pleasant mood.
That is, until he visited Chi Bibai.
After being struck with a large board numerous times, Chi Bibai was unable to move, let alone walk. He could only stay on the bed like a rotten corpse, emitting a pungent blood odor.
Chi Bibai’s face was pallid, his eyes were clouded blue, and his entire body was in an unhinged state, as if he had gone insane. He seemed to have predicted that he would not fare well, therefore he wanted others to fare poorly as well, despite the fact that having someone else become the scapegoat would not be a terrible idea.
“Does Your Majesty know what I said yesterday to the bastard of the Wen family in the woods?” he smirked, his smile overflowing with venom.
Mu Zhan’s eyes were frosty, as if he were staring at a dead man with no warmth at all. He only came here to observe how wretched his foe was. He swung his sleeves and was set to go after seeing him.
Chi Bibai, however, abruptly increased his voice and yelled shrilly.
“He’s deathly terrified of you! He’s desperate to leave! ”
Mu Zhan came to a halt in his tracks.
Observing this, he burst out laughing. His action pushed out the gash and caused it to bleed much more, yet he was unconcerned and joyfully shouted, “He begged me, pleaded with me to assist him in his escape—his face was as white as paper, and he was crying—how pitiful, it made my heart weaken at the sight of him. And, oh sure, a tyrant with a vicious heart who slaughters even his father, siblings, and blood relatives—who would be willing to stay by your side.
“Do you think he likes you since he always grins at you? That’s all he’s pretending to be. He’s afraid you’ll murder him if you’re upset, so he’s trying to win your favor. Nothing else is true—everything is fake! Wouldn’t the normal person not lose their cool and grin all the time? Because he’s only pretending!
“Look again if you don’t believe it. How does he treat others? Wen, like that military counselor, is a humble gentleman, polished and elegant, who has a solid reputation in the capital and is well appreciated. Anyone who sees him prefers him more than you. Do you think the bastard son is constantly conversing with him, genuinely smiling—more openly than he is around you.
“You are a tyrant that everyone fears. Who would want to stick around with you? Don’t even think about it! You’ll always be the one that gets trampled in the mud…”
His remaining words were snuffed out in his throat as he was nipped before they could be finished.
It was Mu Zhan’s doing. He was emitting a monstrous murderous intent. His eyes were blazing red, as if an infernal demon had been totally incensed.
Chi Bibai was in excruciating pain, but when he saw Mu Zhan’s enraged expression, a twisted joy of gratifying retribution sprang in his heart. Those sentences were all untrue, yet they had all hit the nail on Mu Zhan’s head.
“You’re furious… I was right… You’ve got your day, haha…”
He spit out each syllable with difficulty, his voice uncomfortably dry and impossible to understand. He eventually lost his ability to talk because Mu Zhan’s death hold on his neck was so strong that his bones were visibly stretched out and produced a dreadful screech.
Chi Bibai’s face was purple and blue from a lack of oxygen; his eyeballs bulged out; his features were hideous and macabre; and his forehead was exploding with blue veins, as if he was a malevolent ghost. He struggled for his life by clawing at the hand on his neck, but it was futile.
His respiration was becoming slower and duller by the second, like a narrow thread about to snap. His hands fell feebly. He was losing strength and his breathing had nearly stopped.
At that point, Mu Zhan sharply released his hand and hurled the man to the ground like garbage.
His complexion was sour and disgusted, as if killing the man had soiled his hands.
He commanded in a frigid tone, “Serve him to his heart’s content. Don’t let him pass away so lightly. This one wants him to experience firsthand what it’s like to live his fate and feel worse than death. “
Zhao Dequan’s heart clanged, and he reacted quickly. It was clear that His Majesty’s order for Chi Bibai to be subjected to all manner of horrific torture for the remainder of his life, unable to live or die.
However, he felt no pity for the man, simply that he had gotten what he deserved.
It was indeed true that Chi Bibai had known His Majesty more than ten years ago, when he was still a child. But that didn’t imply that it was a good thing. He was the companion of the fourth prince at the time. While His Majesty was not getting favor from the emperor, he was one of the princes who tormented him a lot, albeit discreetly.
He was a small fellow, but he was extremely malicious. He had numerous ideas for how to mistreat the child for the prince, such as starving a large dog for two days and then dumping the meat on the young emperor, and then watching the famished dog leap and gnaw as he watched the boy attempt to escape. They were obviously not mad enough to murder a prince, but it didn’t matter if he was injured, nor if he lost his hand or foot, because it would just mean that he would be ineligible for the throne and would be absolutely ostracized by everyone.
Fortunately, His Majesty was no pushover and slashed the dog’s abdomen with a sharp stone, hard enough to kill it. He rose with blood all over, terrifying the group to the point of having nightmares for many nights. They didn’t dare approach him again for a long time after that.
Chi Bibai provided the means, but on the surface, he appeared to be a decent child, as if he was bullying His Majesty against his will, crying crocodile tears and pretending to smuggle food to him while loving the thrill of being on high to offer alms. Nonetheless, His Majesty was not a fool and saw right through him; he just didn’t say anything.
His father, the Marquis of Pingjin, was a swaying wallflower who covertly supported the camp of two princes who stood the best chance of seizing the throne. He believed he had a greater chance of winning in any way, but when he saw the situation was not in his favor, he raced quicker than everyone else. He took his wife and heir from the capital and fled to a faraway land. As a result, the boy couldn’t stand the isolated location’s atmosphere and desired to return to the prosperous city to bask in pleasure.
In this scenario, he could figure out what was going on by simply listening to his outburst. Most likely, he witnessed His Majesty’s treatment of Young Master Wen in a special way, which fueled his desire to fool him out of the palace as a pawn to be utilized. He would then, in a roundabout way, express the compassion he had earned when they were young. After all, he was the one and only person who had extended a helping hand during His Majesty’s darkest period. Then, request that His Majesty issue a decree allowing the family to return to the country’s capital.
But alas, a pity it was, for everything hadn’t turned out the way he hoped, and instead, they were taken to the doorstep to court death. His Majesty has never been a kind and forgiving individual who returned wrongs with goodness. The complainant simply retained them in case there was another method to redress the grievance. As a consequence, Chi Bibai only came over of his own accord. He couldn’t stand the stimulation after being struck with a board and having a mental breakdown, daring to spout such terrible remarks to the emperor, thoroughly incensing him.
The entire Chi family was over.
Zhao Dequan followed his orders and proceeded to deal with the situation, but he couldn’t stop worrying in his heart. He feared that His Majesty might be influenced by such statements and become enraged against Young Master Wen. Human hearts are carnal and meaty. Zhao Dequan had grown attached to Young Master Wen after spending more than a half-year with him. He didn’t want him in any difficulty. Furthermore, if Young Master Wen vanished, would His Majesty revert to his former ways?
They couldn’t help it before since there was no way out. At present, it is now easy to live a more serene existence. Who would want to go back to living in fear and trepidation on a daily basis?
Zhao Dequan heaved a heavy sigh in his heart.
Wen Mingyu, on the other hand, had no idea about this—except that when Mu Zhan arrived at the palace, he smelled the tumultuous and unstable pheromones.
In Wen Mingyu’s eyes, Mu Zhan was nearly a walking barrage of his own, with pop-ups constantly dinging and blaring above his head.
I’m not happy. Come and console me.
Come quickly and console me.
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Mu Zhan, startled, couldn’t help but freeze, his heart palpitating.
Wen Mingyu was comforting him. The movement is, and so is the pheromone.
Pheromones are a wonderful existence. Alpha and Omega were able to sense it despite its invisibility. To put it another way, Wen Mingyu could currently “see” Mu Zhan’s body enveloped by a pitch-black mist, angry and restless, with a strong aggressive nature.
This black mist, however, has no slightest intention of harming Wen Mingyu.
Wen Mingyu purposefully manipulated his pheromones. Some silk strands gently approached past him, wisps of pristine white just reaching the edge, and the black mist, sensing something, pushed out its black vine-like and dragged it in, as if the black mist had gobbled it up. Then the violent flood of blackness subsided a little.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. If you were in Mu Zhan’s position, it seemed like inhaling a fruity fragrance of Wen Mingyu’s body, and the restlessness and anger that filled his heart, gradually sank to rest.
As he stared at Wen Mingyu’s smile, he couldn’t help but recall Chi Bibai’s words.
He grins at you everyday, does that mean he likes you? That’s all he’s pretending to be. He’s afraid you’ll murder him if you’re upset, so he’s trying to win your favor. Nothing else is true—everything is fake!
Mu Zhan’s eyes burned, as if he had suddenly faced a bright light, and he felt a bit sour and uneasy.
His face was expressionless as he sneered bitterly, “No smiling.”
With a bewildered face, Wen Mingyu discovered that the pheromones he had just pacified had mysteriously surged angrily anew, like a swarm of enormous tentacles ready to gobble them up.
The tone has shifted once more. Did something come to mind? Someone pissed you off outside?
Wen Mingyu had been protected by Mu Zhan, so he naturally wanted to repay him.
Upon hearing this, Wen Mingyu pressed his lips obediently, no longer smiling, but the corners of his lips still had a natural curve. His eyes were still fixedly staring at Mu Zhan.
Inside, it appeared as if a starry sky had been buried. It was a dazzling sight.
Mu Zhan was so intensely stared at that the unpleasant murmurs vanished. His brain went blank, and the sound of his heart became abnormally lucid.
Wen Mingyu’s eyes went black in the following second. Mu Zhan stretched out and placed his hand over his eyes.
Wen Mingyu was taken aback.
What’s going on???
He paused there in confusion, his grasp on Mu Zhan’s fingers still near him, so close that he could practically jump into his arms. Half of the delicate beauty’s face was obscured, and he was at a loss since he couldn’t see anything. He blinked, his long, dense eyelashes fluttered against Mu Zhan’s palm, stirring up an itching sensation. He involuntarily pursed his lips, which turned bright red, like blooming blooms. The fact that he was sitting there on his knees made people inexplicably have the urge to bully him.
Mu Zhan’s throat rolled slightly, a red light flashed in his eyes, and he forcibly restrained himself. His thin lips tensed into a straight line. It was difficult to keep them at bay. The paranoid and scary expression gradually regained its calm, albeit some traces remained.
“… Your Majesty? Is there a problem?”
Wen Mingyu couldn’t help but ask with obvious worry.
Mu Zhan abruptly seized his backhand and firmly gripped it in his palm. His voice was somewhat husky and low, which could not be hidden: “… It’s fine.”
But no matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like it’s fine.
When Wen Mingyu noticed that he was unwilling to explain, all he could do was employ his pheromones to gradually ease his irritation, even a little bit. It’s just that the space between them was so close, and the pheromone threads were so tightly entangled, that Wen Mingyu felt some heat in his body. The glands in his nape were faintly heating, flooded by an indefinable tingling and itching.
It’s too much.
He’s been sucking on Mu Zhan’s pheromones so much that he’s about to break out in a fever.
Wen Mingyu hurriedly ceased emitting pheromones. The invisible snowy-white threads in the air attempted to retreat, but the black mist appeared to be aware and swiftly detected their intentions. It quickly wrapped itself madly around them, surrounding and devouring them securely, keeping them firm, merging them into one, with no way out.
Wen Mingyu’s breath was struck in his throat, and a warm feeling spread across his neck. His limbs and legs became boneless, and he fell down, barely holding himself together.
In a panic, Mu Zhan reached out and grabbed the person in place. The hand that had been covering Wen Mingyu’s eyes was now on his waist.
Wen Mingyu’s teary eyes were revealed, his ends were red, and his lips were pressed down as if he was enduring something.
The body temperature was a little on the high side.
Mu Zhan knew something was off when he touched the skin of his arm. His face immediately sank. “Not well?”
The familiarity of the symptoms quickly brought back memories of the previous time.
Wen Mingyu shook his head and clutched Mu Zhan’s arms, pulling himself up straight just in time to cover the exposed rabbit’s tail. The cloth on his hips protruded slightly, and the ball of fluff underneath moved restlessly. If someone stood behind Wen Mingyu and looked closely, they might have spotted something wrong.
The tail of an animal was always like it had a life of its own, with its own personality, and it was out of control. Fortunately, the rabbit ears listened to the elder and did not spring up.
Wen Mingyu slowed down perilously, nearly provoking a fever again.
He did not attend any particular classes, unlike the other omegas. He was used to living as a beta and wasn’t well versed in physiology , so he forgot that the mating match between the two of them was exceedingly high, and the impact was powerful. Not to mention that he had already been marked once by Mu Zhan, so he was prone to dependency.
Wen Mingyu cautiously took a step back, shook his head, and stated in a hoarse voice, “I’m fine.”
Mu Zhan scowled, obviously observing his small movements. What did this lukewarm separation mean? Is it really like what Chi Bibai claims?
He loathed the thought of it, yet it infuriated him a bit, in a controlled way. He had no idea that this was a natural reaction for an alpha who needed to be calmed down by his own omega.
“Does this look like you’re fine?”
Mu Zhan extended his hand and gently wiped his forehead, his fingers becoming wet. Wen Mingyu’s cheeks were flushed, and tiny beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and nose tip. It was the body’s dryness that drove the heat out.
Mu Zhan simply didn’t believe he was fine.
Wen Mingyu really didn’t have a fever; he was only feeling hot for a brief while. He could have calmed down by enduring it. Mu Zhan, on the other hand, would have calmed him off sooner if he had bit his bite mark.
“Didn’t you just say that it was fine, too?”
Wen Mingyu unexpectedly asked back, his bright eyes hinting at a hint of provocation. If you didn’t answer me, you are in no position to accuse me of not saying it.
Mu Zhan understood what he meant, and all kinds of emotions in his heart were replaced with helplessness in an instant. It was difficult to convey, but it was like the irritated flame in there had been abruptly doused with water and just disappeared.
“This one will ask the imperial physician to come take a look.”
Somehow, rather than calling for someone directly, he rose up and headed towards the temple gate. Halfway there, he sharply turned around and looked.
Wen Mingyu was clutching his buttocks, helping his tail vanish. When he sensed his sight, he glanced up and sat up straight, hands on his knees, with a peaceful face.
“Your Majesty, I’m fine, really.”
Mu Zhan stared at him for a moment. The imperial physician still visited and examined him. Only once he was certain that he was alright did he put his mind at ease
After blocks of tossing, Chi Bibai’s words were shoved to some unknown corner, and Mu Zhan returned to his previous self as if nothing had happened.
He originally had the intention of asking Wen Mingyu if he wanted to escape.
But no matter what response he received, he would not be content.
If he answered that he wanted to escape, he would be too furious and unable to accept it.
If he answered that he didn’t want to escape, he could not help but wonder if Wen Mingyu was lying to him.
In the end, he asked nothing.
The answer was irrelevant. No matter what, he wasn’t going to let Wen Mingyu have a chance to escape.
***
Because he and Huo Hongyu had a competition, it could be argued that knowing each other was preferable to not knowing each other, so the two gradually became friends. During the hunt, they spent some time together and got to know one another better.
It was only Mu Zhan who didn’t see eye to eye with him. From time to time, he would stab—reminded Huo Hongyu of his doggie status, telling Wen Mingyu to toss the ball and let Huo Hongyu fetch it.
It must be said, the human face may be trained to be incredibly thick. After a couple more occasions, Huo Hongyu became unexpectedly indifferent. What’s the big deal if it was merely a question of picking something up—it’s not like he doesn’t pick up items that he drops. It’s not like he needs to hold a ball in his mouth or sprinkle some water.
There were times Mu Zhan would just frown, and before he could say anything, Huo Hongyu had already guessed it and opened his lips and woofed at Wen Mingyu, which was so deft that it hurt.
Wen Mingyu resumed his conversation with Huo Hongyu.
Mu Zhan’s face, though, was so gloomy and morose that it appeared ink could drip out of it.
Therefore, Wen Mingyu constantly felt compelled to play with his brother on one hand and cajole the tyrant emperor on the other, keeping him busy at both ends.
For the imperial family, autumn hunting was both a sport and a pleasure pastime. Despite spending over a month on the hunting grounds, they did not hunt every day and always took a rest.
Similar to weekends, Wen Mingyu enjoyed himself by wandering about the Xing Palace on weekends.
It was resilient, majestic, and adorned with gold and green gilding.
They were lavishly adorned jade palaces; great halls with wonderful architecture and lovely ornamentation; and waterside pavilions.
A small hexagonal-shaped pavilion resides by the lake, which is likewise quite elegant and beautiful.
Looking down from the pavilion, there was a glint of indolent koi swimming around, brightly gold and vivid, gladdening the heart and gratifying the eye.
After a long stroll, San Xi, being attentive and courteous, advised resting in the pavilion to relax for a while after a hard walk. And, seeing Wen Mingyu was much taken by the koi, he inquired, “Is Young Master fond of these koi? Why don’t this servant go and get some fish pellets. That way, the young master may feed them while admiring the interesting image of koi clumped together. “
Wen Mingyu cocked his head, a grin gracing his face. “Yes, thank you.”
San Xi bolted off aggressively.
Wen Mingyu sat on a wooden chair, his face facing out of the pavilion, while lazily half-lying on the railing. As the sunlight was blinding him, he raised his hand to place a small parasol over his brow bone and squinted at the glittering lake.
The palace servants couldn’t help but be riveted as they watched this scene. It was like looking at a scroll painting of a lovely beauty; no wonder His Majesty doted on him dearly. If it were them, they would also want to deliver whatever gifts they could locate to Lord Wen in exchange for the beauty’s grin.
They then saw the beauty, who had a troubled brow and a soft sigh.
The heart couldn’t help but feel vexed, wanting to assist him with his troubles.
“Is there something on Lord Wen’s mind?”
In hushed tones, the palace servants inquired.
Wen Mingyu shook his head and remained silent.
In reality, how could he possibly express that he was still considering Mu Zhan as his father. How nice to have no omega estrus worries, nor romance or marriage. Marriages are not as strong as blood, and partners may go off the rails on each other and split to sever the relationship, but—father and son are blood relatives for life!
Kinship, as opposed to vain love with no reality whatsoever, seemed far more grounded.
However, it was impossible for Mu Zhan to be his father. If he dared to scream, Mu Zhan might blow him up or beat him up in anger. Just thinking about it made the river of anguish flow backwards. Woo woo woo.
San Xi, at that moment, returned, carrying fish pellets with him.
Wen Mingyu was piqued with curiosity. He brought it over and sprinkled it into the lake, watching the lovely carp crying and opening their mouths, swarming and vying for food, their tails fluttering in the water, just like a giant flower blooming flamboyantly.
Wen Mingyu stood there and watched unblinkingly.
At some point, Mu Zhan came over and took a position just behind Wen Mingyu.
The fragrance of mellow wine came, and Wen Mingyu soon recognized it and turned around. His back just happened to collide with Mu Zhan’s waist and legs. If he reached out, he could easily throw his arms around Mu Zhan’s waist. However, the section where his face was pointing was a little awkward.
Wen Mingyu couldn’t help but take a step back. He leaned against the back of the wooden chair, his gaze wandering elsewhere.
“What are you doing?” Mu Zhan asked.
Wen Mingyu waved the small bag of fish food in his hand. “I’m feeding the fish. Does Your Majesty want to do it together? “
Mu Zhan then sat down, took Wen Mingyu’s fish bag, and lightly tossed some into the lake. The school of fish then swarmed around the meal.
“Your Majesty, don’t they look…” Wen Mingyu dropped his gaze and stared intently at the lake’s surface. His lashes were long and thick and as beautiful as raven feathers.
Mu Zhan tilted his head to stare at the side of his visage instead of the fish in the lake. Anyone would have expected him to brag about how magnificent the fish looked. Then Wen Mingyu went on to say—”Very tasty looking?”
And with that, he couldn’t help but gulp loudly.
I’m craving fish.
The fish in the water seemed to sense the dreadful sight; their brains stopped and their lazily swinging tails froze. For a brief while, they tried to dodge the intense gaze, but after a few seconds, they forgot and returned their attention to the delicate fish pellets in front of them, merrily eating with their mouths agape.
Mu Zhan was dumbfounded, then burst out laughing.
Wen Mingyu blinked at him, which was no longer a suggestion but rather an indication.
So Mu Zhan turned around and ordered Zhao Dequan to have the imperial chef choose two fatty fish from the pond to cook.
Zhao Dequan responded courteously, yet his heart was filled with astonishment. The fish was a tribute treasure worth several towns, yet he would cook it as soon as he uttered it?!
The emperor was not even upset, so he, as a servant, certainly had nothing to say either. But, he couldn’t help but imagine that if His Majesty and Young Master Wen eat it, he could also have the pleasure of food tasting the fish flesh that was equivalent to jewelry.
Zhao Dequan dashed off to work. His body of old bones suddenly became supple and energetic as he speedily ran towards the imperial dining room.
The author has something to say:
The modern ornamental carp can’t be eaten because of the catalysts and color-enhancing feeds, but the text is an overhead setting for a rare and special carp that looks good and is also incredibly tasty, so don’t take it seriously~
ChiFu: no internet TvT everyone ate happily that day!
Congratulations 3x to new English licenses for Thousand Autumns, Stars of Chaos, and Guardian!
Finaly new chapter.
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thanks !!
Thanks for the chapter!!!
Who would have guessed that craving expensive fish would be the key to getting Mu Zhan in a good mood 😄. Wen Mingyu is truly gifted!
RIP fishes lmaoo
Thanks for the chapter! <3
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Wu, after the book about the tyrant’s pet fish, which are like a family to me, don’t eat them!
Thank you very much for the translation 🤍🤍🤍
Pretty fish… let’s eat! Lmao! Hahahahaha! Thanks for the update 🤣❤️
And they eat fishes 🤣🤣 But the seed of doubt has been sown… Somehow I can’t wait to see what going to happen when MZ will find out about WMY real identity~ (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
Thank You for the new chapter ( ˘ ³˘)♥
Thanks for the chapter
MZ is whipped and proud. Also, I absolutely LOVEEEE gentling scenes, AHHHH, they’re so tender and sexy, yesssssssss, soothe your alpha, you glorious little omega, give him the good stuff and he’ll get all rumbly-purry like a big lethal kitty-cat with his favourite snack.
its okay bunny, he may not be able to be your biological father, but he sure can be your daddy-