Wen Mingyu was dazed, staring blankly at the grass in his hand, his sanity slipping somewhere. His rabbit ears and plush tail ball reeked of chaos and were foolishly ready to emerge.
“…Young Master Wen? Young Master?”
San Xi’s voice rang out, clearly close but seeming far, far away.
With a jump, Wen Mingyu narrowly managed to restore his wits in time before his rabbit form was exposed. Panicking, he hastily dumped the grass back into the container and swiftly closed the top.
“Take this away,” he said, motioning for San Xi to do it immediately, lest he lose control and dive on it.
During this time, he recalled Wen Changlan and Wei Yingwu striking a deal. This grass should be exactly what he described—a grass for rabbits, equivalent to catnip for cats—so to say, a rabbit mint!
Although Wei Yingwu appeared to be vanquished, Wen Changlan nevertheless offered him some. Wei Ying then mistook him for having a pet rabbit and sent him a few.
This was most certainly very kind of Wei Yingwu, and Wen Mingyu, of course, liked this gift as well. He couldn’t stop gluing his eyes to the box San Xi was sealing away, secretly swallowing his saliva. He really wants to eat it…
Still, if he loses his marbles and transforms into a lop-eared rabbit clutching the grass and rolling around after two solid licks, he’s done for.
Chirp, he dared not.
As he watched the rabbit mint drift farther and further away, Wen Mingyu collapsed on the table, too broken-hearted to stand up.
He kept his head low, his fingernails scraping at the table’s edge. He couldn’t help but bang his head softly against it repeatedly. The tips of his ears, covered by black hair, were flushed red.
Though he didn’t really eat it, the two almost nonexistent sniffs still lingered on his nose, making him a little hyper.
With his face on the table to cool off and his two paws beneath the table a bit restless, he stomped the floor twice energetically, while his lips began to hum aimlessly; he had no clue what he was humming either.
The melody was lilting, and the pace alternated between brisk and slow. The style was so assorted that it was like humming one line here and then shifting to another song. It was a hideous mess, but he was delighted!
It was enough to make me happy, so what’s the point of thinking too much.
He entertained himself; after a quarter-hour, when the rabbit mint’s potency had worn off, he grew less agitated and gradually regained his serenity.
Then, recalling what he’d done, he raised his head to cast a peek around at the palace servants, who must have heard him humming and paddling his paws.
Despite the palace servants’ meticulous discipline and overall lack of evident mirth, Wen Mingyu was so embarrassed that he stabbed his toe on the ground and wanted to die.
This was what happened after a few huffs. What would he look like if he really lapped it up.
Wen Mingyu was chagrined and terrified, but he had to confess that he truly liked the rabbit mint. The sensation of being swept away was honestly too intoxicating.
I want to smoke it once again!
Wen Mingyu knew he couldn’t remain much longer or he’d be unable to resist asking San Xi to hand over the rabbit mint.
For the time being, he also didn’t want to face the palace servants who had overheard him humming out of tune. QAQ
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He traveled to another palace and strolled in familiarly, and, of course, none of the palace servants guarding the door stopped him.
After he crossed the threshold and walked only a few feet, he spotted the person he was seeking.
Mu Zhan was dozing on a wide platform, his eyes closed.
Wen Mingyu subconsciously softened his tread and proceeded slowly and cautiously until he arrived near the wide platform, where he stopped and squatted down.
He leaned back on his knees, his chin resting on the backs of his hands, his gaze fixed on Mu Zhan.
A fine-looking, faultless face, with long eyelashes drooping down and a subtle cyan tinge below the lower eyelids, suggesting a palpable fatigue.
In normal times, when conscious, his face was always dispassionate, his eyes were dead, and he radiated a dreadful aura that made others avoid him. At this moment, however, with his eyes closed as he slept soundly, he disguised the ghostly yet tranquil murkiness inside his eyes, without aggressiveness or menace. On the other hand, such a worn-out demeanor shows a nebulous vulnerability.
With so much going on at this period of time, Mu Zhan, as the one at the helm of authority, naturally had a lot to do with and was already quite busy, but he nevertheless came to comfort him and seek ways to banish the phantoms from his heart.
Wen Mingyu’s heart skipped a beat, and he pulled his lips together, unable to resist the impulse to reach out and stroke Mu Zhan’s head.
His fingers resting on his knees shifted slightly, and before he could do anything, Mu Zhan, who was lying on the wide platform, opened his eyes without warning.
In a fraction of a second, the atmosphere was turned upside down and utterly flipped.
The eyes of Mu Zhan’s eyes were swift and vicious, as if they had morphed into substantial trenchant daggers, slashing straight across, steeped in dense murderous intent. It was a far cry from his habitual tenderness and even a sliver of a smile for Wen Mingyu. It was morose and dreary, with no warmth behind his eyes, as if he were staring at a dead man. It was very terrifying.
Wen Mingyu’s scalp exploded instantaneously, recognizing a terrifying peril. He was so terrified that he recoiled backwards unconsciously. His legs went soft and he tumbled to the ground on his buttocks.
Yet in less than two seconds, Mu Zhan looked to have calmed down. The murderous animosity in his eyes vanished in a blink, and he reverted to his usual appearance.
“It’s you.”
Mu Zhan’s voice was somehow scratchy and hazy as he spoke this rather dumbly.
Then, with his elbows propped up on the soft mattress, he altered his posture from lying to sitting, and automatically stretched out to hold Wen Mingyu’s arm and supported the young man up. “How come you are seated on the floor?”
After getting Wen Mingyu to his feet, he also patted his scuffed clothes quite compliantly, then patted him on his buttocks, and accidentally bumped a furry bulge.
“…?”
Mu Zhan’s hand froze, and an exceptionally rare and bewildered expression swept across his face. In order to grasp what was going on, he unconsciously attempted to get Wen Mingyu to turn his back on himself.
Wen Mingyu’s body, on the other hand, who had just been accidentally slapped slightly on the tail, shivered violently. He gasped involuntarily as the pain and numbness pushed the corners of his eyes to turn a pale shade of red.
Wen Mingyu instinctively shielded his tail and attempted to retreat backwards, feeling wronged. His face was still panicked and alarmed.
He was really taken aback and felt like crying—how could he possibly have predicted this outcome. He had been careful not to reveal himself, but he had just inhaled rabbit mint and was terrified of Mu Zhan, so he couldn’t help but become like this.
At the moment, hiding his head and displaying his ears was an appropriate description of Wen Mingyu—but instead of hiding his head, he was covering his tail and showcasing his ears.
He was guarding the bulging ball of his tail, but it didn’t stop the rabbit ears on top of his head from popping, slipping down the side of his face, while quivering slightly with their owner’s anxiousness, appearing forlorn and vulnerable.
Mu Zhan’s eyes darkened, pitch-black and unfathomable, with a faint eagerness. He appeared to be in a twisted, perverted state when he gazed at him.
However, Wen Mingyu had just one thought at this moment.
Run!
He was discovered. It’s all over, over!
He’s dead!!!
He’d merely made a move and turned to escape when he was seized by his tail ball. His legs felt floppy with lack of control, practically dropping straight to the ground.
Mu Zhan reached out his hand in time, wrapped it around the man’s waist and, with one pull, dragged him forcibly over and pressed him down on his lap, securing him firmly in his arms.
Then, as though inspecting something uncommon, he leaned over and squeezed Wen Mingyu’s rabbit ears.
Silky and plush.
It was like caressing a soft cloud mass with a delicate press. It was unlike anything else and felt too good to be true. It was very addicting.
Mu Zhan couldn’t stop himself from kneading Wen Mingyu’s rabbit ears. He stroked and rubbed them from the bottom to the top, squeezing them at the base of the ear and softly pressing them.
Rabbit ears were covered in nerves and were exceedingly fragile and could not be handled lightly.
He even stroked him from head to tail, not letting go of every single spot. Wen Mingyu tried to resist at first, but the arm wrapped around his waist was like a shackle, tightly restraining him, not letting him break free. Following that, the rabbit ears were pinched multiple times. His entire body was so soft that he had no power to resist and almost slipped out of Mu Zhan’s arms; rather, the arms encircling his waist were his sole support.
The rim of Wen Mingyu’s eyes reddened and became wet. His lips quivered and he sobbed softly, as though he was on the verge of tears from being teased so cruelly.
Mu Zhan lowered his eyes and noticed his pitiful look, feeling a bit of pity in his heart. But there was also a terrible thought that could not be disclosed to the light—refusing to stop but rather desiring to deepen and gain ground; to make him cry out in full fear, desperately trying to hide himself but sinking further. The body couldn’t control itself and could only sob and plead for forgiveness.
Mu Zhan locked his gaze on the man in his arms, squeezed his rabbit ear, and gently rubbed his tail, causing the young man to twitch as he played with him until he shuddered. Unconsciously, the young man’s fingers clutched his lapels, scratching out a wrinkled mess. His voice took on a weeping tone as his legs writhed helplessly. Yet it was futile; it just made him ruin the silky mattress. Mu Zhan felt even more worked up as he watched.
After a while, it seemed as though Wen Mingyu had enough of being vacuumed and stroked in this way. His body trembled and a white light flashed.
Mu Zhan’s arms were suddenly empty, and the soft texture in his hands had abruptly vanished.
The person he was hugging only a moment ago vanished from his sight.
On his lap was merely a jumbled heap of garments.
Mu Zhan’s face immediately sank. A red glimmer flashed through his eyes, and the air around him seemed disturbed and unstable.
At that same time, the pile of garments shifted. A fluffy, snowy white lump peeked its head out and wiggled its drooping ears.
It was a miniature pendulous rabbit. A tiny ball the size of a palm, coated in snow white plump fur, looks like a chubby, fuzzy ball of fur.
When Mu Zhan saw this, the gloomy atmosphere all over his body instantly vanished, and he chuckled instead. He drew the rabbit ball from the pile of garments and cupped it in his palm with one hand.
Wen Mingyu didn’t want to disclose his animal form. But once his ears were stroked more than once, a soft and tingly itching washed over him like a tidal wave, and what occurred next was completely beyond control. The whole rabbit was still a bit in a trance and did not react to what was going on.
As a result, the small lop-eared rabbit hunched in Mu Zhan’s hand, appearing stupid and easily bullied. He stared around dumbly, his eyes a gorgeous pale blue, dewy and blinking sluggishly twice. It looks too adorable.
Mu Zhan prodded at his fleshy tummy with his slender index finger. Wen Mingyu, who had just been severely abused and had little physical power, slumped as soon as he was prodded. With the impact, his torso fell backwards, his two short legs buckling in mid-air.
The smile in Mu Zhan’s eyes became clearer, and he caressed the rabbit with great curiosity.
“Not only does it have rabbit ears and a tail, but it can also transform into a rabbit. Is it a demonic being?” He mused, his voice overcast and languid.
With a shock, Wen Mingyu jerked. His greatest fear was hearing the word “demon.” He had read in historical archives that demons were viewed as a misfortune by the ancients. Those who were not of the human race would have differing hearts and would bind and burn the demons to ashes.
He didn’t want to be burned.
He shook his head so vigorously that his two drooping ears danced on the side of his face, wiggling in an adorable way that was so lovable you couldn’t bear but want to squeeze them.
Mu Zhan did exactly that.
Wen Mingyu, feeling improper lying on his back like this, paddled his paws and struggled to flip over so that his back was facing Mu Zhan.
Mu Zhan then saw the fleshy buttocks of the rabbit and the small tail ball.
Wen Mingyu quickly realized that as well and hurriedly turned around so that his face was facing Mu Zhan—then the rabbit ears were kneaded once more.
That was also enough. Mu Zhan, however, was still looking at him with fascination and a smile on the corners of his lips. “It appears to be quite tasty; how should it be devoured?”
Wen Mingyu was aghast, not expecting the ancients to not only burn demons but also feed on the demons.
He tilted his head incredulously as he peered at Mu Zhan with a pair of round, blue eyes.
He was tempted to convince himself that Mu Zhan was just cracking a joke, but he could smell the pheromones that were swirling around Mu Zhan. Whatever way he looked at it, it was serious because of how alarmingly dense it was.
Mu Zhan really wanted to eat him!
ChiFu: Don’t come at me, I’m surprised too. XD Sorry everyone, I might go on hiatus/sporadic updates since I want to adjust to my new schedule for October. We will see! October might also be a month full of editing. I really want to edit the first ten chapters asap before we reach chapter 40 QwQ
My cat’s update.
Oh ho, now he knows! O.O
Thank You for the new chapter (•‾⌣‾•)و ̑̑♡ Good to hear that Your kitty is better ❤
Wahh he totally got petted 😂 and now My Zhan knows not only that he has bunny ears, he figured out how to make him poof into his tiny form! I knew he’d like having a rabbit as long as it’s still Wen Mingyu. He can explain the heats now that the secret is out. This is so exciting – maybe we’ll get to see the emperor’s dragon form too!
Wow, it all happened so suddenly. But at the same time I feel that it was very smooth and organic! I’m confused
Thank you very much for the translation and I hope your cat will feel better 💕🥺🥺🥺
I thought that the reveal would be in this chapter, but the way it happened… Just wow. Unexpected. I thought that he would transform into rabbit due to grass and then be discovered. This way is even more natural and it still stays a secret from others.
Good thing he was only discovered by Mu Zhan! Hahaha! Thanks for the update 🤣❤️
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Thanks for the chapter. Aww poor kitty, maybe a bladder issue. Hope he feels better soon.
squeals HE KNOWS!!!! BRING ON THE ROMANCE
OM NOM NOM MY CUTE WIDDLE WABBIT.
Please don’t be overly terrified about this and run away.
P l e a s e.
hahaha. i can see that bunny’s ears are gonna become Mu Zhan’s stress relief from now on