Mu Zhan was a terrible sleeper. After falling asleep, he readily dreamt of what had happened previously. Having had a rough experience in the past, now that he was ultimately seated in the most distinguished place, he had improved slightly. Nonetheless, he routinely replayed those past events in his slumber, as if being self-flagellated, unable to see himself healing.
Because of such persistent dreaming, even when he awakens from sleep, he does not get adequate rest and stays mentally weary. In the long run, individuals like him are prone to becoming impatient when faced with arduous government duties.
Later on, with the emergence of Wen Mingyu, however, the dream was reshaped.
Those shadowy passages were suddenly populated by someone who wasn’t supposed to be present. That someone barbarically encroached, churning up the endlessly recurrent and perpetual dreams and turning the dream world into a misshapen jumble.
Mu Zhan met that face, who was very familiar in his nightmares at short intervals, with curved eyes and brows, like a gaping, animated moon, and an excessively radiant mirth.
“Your Majesty! Your Majesty! ”
—Hollering at him with every chance, it was awfully deafening.
And yet, it was unexpected to see some resilience in the foreground, given his initial irritation.
Upon hearing that melodious, clarion call, he turned around and gazed over, almost as a conditioned reaction, his body responding before his brain could contribute.
There were times when no one was there, he seemed to hear voices, as if he was spellbound.
He had also begun to get attuned to the fact that his dreams would always entail the advent of Wen Mingyu.
On one occasion, when Wei Yingwu had taken his rabbits to the palace, Wen Mingyu asked him whether he desired to keep one. He showed no interest, but upon being asked that, he stared at Wen Mingyu and suddenly imagined a rabbit ear atop his head. He reasoned to himself that if such a rabbit existed, then it would be reasonable to keep one.
That night, he thought he would habitually find Wen Mingyu in his dream, but it panned out to be the same as always. He couldn’t help but extend a hand to pat the top of Wen Mingyu’s head. It was not puffy. A pang of loss passed through his heart.
For a while, then, the matter slipped into obscurity.
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Startlingly, he had a dream about it at the Xing Palace.
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When he noticed Wen Mingyu sitting with his buttocks on the ground, he lifted the young man up, only to brush past his fluffy tail and witness the grown additional rabbit ears atop his head, not erect but falling down lightly, in tune with himself, mellow and comely.
The fantasy he had hoped for had struck far too late. Mu Zhan, without doubt, would not pass up such a chance. He embraced his heart’s wishes, taking the young man into his arms, rubbing his ears, and playing with his tail. Then he noticed the young man had turned into a bunny, which stunned him mildly. Probably as a result of the dream, he readily accepted it wholeheartedly and resumed playing with the rabbit.
Wen Mingyu had been stretched and rolled to the point that his eyes were red and moist, and he was on the brink of tears at the end.
Despite this, he felt weirdly comfortable on the inside. The lop-eared rabbit was just the size of the palm, easily collected in one hand. It was ideally under his control, and it couldn’t go anywhere without his consent, always remaining in his field of vision.
This was truly good.
When he said it looked tasty, he was also staring at his lovely squishy body, which reminded him of the imperial kitchen’s milk dumplings, and thus unintentionally disclosed his inner feelings.
Mu Zhan didn’t feel odd when he felt a powerful sense of exhaustion wash over him. After all, in a dream, any development is normal. He wrapped the rabbit in his palm and laid it on his side before falling asleep.
When he awoke, he was roused by the commotion outside.
Mu Zhan wrinkled his brows and opened his eyes, a cold spark of displeasure in his eyes. His hand, dropped to his side, was still in a huddled position. It seemed to be initially protecting something.
Zhao Dequan entered the room briskly.
Mu Zhan glowered at him and sneered coldly, “You had better have something unbearably noteworthy to say.”
Zhao Dequan bowed his head. “Your Majesty, Young Master Wen… has been reported missing,” he reported, with uncharacteristic trepidation.
Mu Zhan’s face stiffened and turned incredibly unprepossessing. And it was only after a long period of time that he intoned, quietly, “Say it again.”
He certainly didn’t miss anything, but he genuinely ordered him to repeat it. Zhao Dequan couldn’t refrain from responding. “Your Majesty, the palace servants are looking into it…”
Before he was able to complete his words, Mu Zhan arose from the wide couch bed and landed on his feet on the floor.
His unguarded feet’ soles pressed against something uneven.
Mu Zhan shifted his weight and looked down. When he recognized what it was, his pupils dilated and his complexion grew papery white. He reached for a delicate golden chain on the ground.
He understood precisely where it was meant to be, and Zhao Dequan had just reported that the person had vanished.
Mu Zhan’s eyes were opaque as his fingers steadily glided over the chain, his actions appearing to be tender—and then the intensity rapidly became harsher. The slender chain was securely held in his palm as the metal chafed against his skin, making an ear-piercing sound and crimping his skin in a terrible way.
He’d understood it wasn’t a dream anymore.
Despite the absurdity, everything was true.
Mu Zhan inquired as to what had occurred while he was resting and discovered that Wen Mingyu had arrived here, then later returned to his bedchamber. He thereafter vanished while he went out for a stroll.
Others might not know, but at present, Mu Zhan was convinced that Wen Mingyu’s disappearance was somehow connected to him.
He strode with great haste to the bedchamber to check what was gone and to glean the most direct clue from it.
However, a cursory glance revealed that nothing was taken. On the other hand, an extra piece of paper was on the table.
The majority of the palace servants could not read or write, and they didn’t know what was scribbled on it until Mu Zhan arrived.
Wen Mingyu had left a slip of paper addressed to Mu Zhan in illegible, shoddy handwriting, clearly done in haste.
There was just one phrase preceding it.
“Your Majesty, I am no monster, nor have I ever thought of harming you.”
Mu Zhan gazed at the paper for what seemed to be ages before suddenly letting out a sneer of laughter, his face obscured with frost. It was unclear whether he was coldly sneering at the words on the paper or laughing grimly at the thought that this had happened to his own side, leaving him to only laugh at himself.
What happened next was that Mu Zhan issued an edict to have Wen Mingyu returned as quickly as feasible.
Such tasks were frequently delegated to certain individuals. But this time, Mu Zhan did not delegate authority and instead personally oversaw the entire execution. He provided instructions on where to search, where to concentrate, how to deal with potential targets, and so on.
Anyone could see the importance that His Majesty attached to this matter.
They all marveled in their hearts at who could have been so wicked and rude as to abduct Lord Wen. Nobody anticipated that the young man himself would flee on his own. After all was said and done, Lord Wen was in the thick of his heavenly grace, and they couldn’t justify any reason for him to leave on his own.
And, weirdly enough, His Majesty had issued a directive for the men to keep a look out for a lop-eared rabbit with a snow-white coat and cerulean eyes, roughly the size of a palm. If they come across one, it must not be wronged and must be presented to him in perfect condition.
They also couldn’t comprehend why His Majesty was suddenly showing solicitude for bunnies. The emperor’s decree, however, could not be disregarded, so they simply did as they were ordered.
ChiFu: I have received your suggestions. While it may resonate with everyone if we see the rabbit as what the other characters see, it is indeed a bit confusing if he suddenly becomes “she” when we are not in front of him. Sorry, I might have worded it poorly, but yeah, let’s put “she/her” when the person narrating is in the dark like Sun-niang or others! Thanks to everyone! Xoxo
Thank you to Chantel King for the kofi!
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Emperor issued task: find his wife! if not, his rabbit will do
Wen Mingyu: aiya this is the lifeee, at least i don’t have to worry about me being a rabbit delicacy anymore
days later when mingyu is found
Mu chases after rabbit/husband Zhan: why did you leave?!
Wen rabbit afraid of being eaten Mingyu: clearly, you all are the monsters here! How can any of you be cruel enough to eat rabbits as delicacies!! Only a fool would stay here and wait to be eaten!
Later…
Wen Mingyu: qaq, you dog emperor! Why’d you bite me?
Mu Zhan: …
Wen Mingyu: …… Bite me more…
Mu Zhan: heh!
Hahaha 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Wasted: human or rabbit!
Thank you for your translation 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
poor bunny!
The chase begins!
Thank You for the new chapter (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
The people’s absolute fear of and total obedience to Mu Zhan might be the only thing that keeps Wen Mingyu from being eaten. I can’t wait until he finds him! And wouldn’t mind if he discovered that he felt homesick for his dragon before he comes back.
Run rabbit run! Almost sounds like a tune. Hahahaha. Here come the “rescuers”… Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🐇
Thanks for the chapter
MZ be like “WHERE’S MY WIFE THE RABBIT BRING HIM BACK TO ME I WANNA PET HIS HEAD.”
lmao. the imperial eddict to look for a bunny as well is funny as hell