The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine is an OCh40.1 - Dragon Horn (1)

Wen Mingyu had previously assumed that, with Mu Zhan’s authoritarian nature, he would be unable to accept that he had fled. If he had hunted him out, he would have been filled with rage and would have desired to devour him alive.

However, Mu Zhan was so inconceivably cool and collected, as if nothing had transpired, that he couldn’t help but think he was fortunate. mD1V4O

Then he saw Mu Zhan smile and take out a delicate chain. “You missed this.”

In an instant, Wen Mingyu’s brain exploded into a frenzy of piercing sirens, buzzing loudly. His animal instincts alerted him to the peril, and all he wanted to do was turn back and run. He wasn’t furious, but his smile was far more troubling and unbefitting than his anger. It was worse than a fury tantrum—it was a pervert bottling it up!

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Mu Zhan, however, seemed to have foreseen this. He took two steps forward with his long legs, lowered himself into a half-kneeling position, and caught his ankle

Wen Mingyu was unable to move; his lower legs trembled in weakness, his pupils shrank in fright, and his eyes rounded in horror. 89Ctos

Mu Zhan clicked the thin chain back onto his ankle. The slight ring of the lock caused Wen Mingyu’s heart to quake. He always had a nagging suspicion that Mu Zhan wasn’t pleased with just binding his ankle.

“Why leave?”

Mu Zhan continued to grip his ankle, his fingertips caressing the flesh unhindered and openly, his influence so powerful that it was hard not to ignore. He fixed his gaze on Wen Mingyu, who stood higher than him. Although he was in an inferior position, it was downright impossible to escape his oppression.

Wen Mingyu and his whole being were terrified to death, not anticipating Mu Zhan would find this location at this precise moment. When he initially left the Xing Palace, he was anxious, but one cannot constantly remain on edge; he gradually and unintentionally slacked off as time went on, and while he was not found, he wrote scripts to divert his thoughts. When he was tucked between the quilt last night, he was considering how, if given some more time, he would have been able to get used to sleeping without Mu Zhan.

Then, as a result, the man appeared out of nowhere with no foreshadowing and asked him a follow-up question.

Wen Mingyu shuddered and swallowed painfully as he subconsciously sought to pretend and make an excuse to get through.

But Mu Zhan promptly spoke, as if he could read thoughts: “There is only one opportunity left. It would be prudent not to invent a tale.”

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Mu Zhan could, if he so chose, reach out, cup his lower jaw, and give him a searing, breathless kiss.

Even so, all he merely did was softly scratch his fingertips over the skin of Wen Mingyu’s calf, feeling the tremors as he awaited for his answer.

Being tossed about and tormented, Wen Mingyu was unable to think clearly. Mu Zhan had stated forthrightly that he couldn’t tell a lie, so he kept his mouth shut for a time. Then—he simply abandoned himself and resignedly avowed, “Because I’ve disclosed my secret, I was worried you would believe I’m a demon and want to execute me!” ILv8no

“Did this one say he was going to kill you?” Mu Zhan asked coldly.

“He said he didn’t say it—you used to continually declare that you were going to devour me! In addition, you and those guys also have the specialty dish of peppery and spicy rabbit head!” Wen Mingyu counter-attacked.

In the last sentence, Mu Zhan was a bit ignorant. He had never even tried that dish. But Wen Mingyu was afraid; how could he have given it so much thought. Thus, he simply smashed a large cauldron on him.

Mu Zhan paused and grasped the main point. “This one warned that you would only be killed if you fled,“ he intoned, solemn. 4vKHiD

Wen Mingyu was taken aback. So he actually positioned himself precisely where the lightning would strike?

His scalp tingled as he looked down and met Mu Zhan’s soul-searing black eyes, and his rabbit ears sprang up in fear. Despite the odds, he aggressively rose up and attempted to run once more. Unexpectedly, Mu Zhan did not exert enough pressure to stop him, which gave him the chance to succeed. He was ecstatic—but discovered that he was unable to raise his feet at all. Mu Zhan had somehow bound his two feet at some point with a hairband.

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He barely managed two forward hops.

His situation wasn’t entirely hopeless, because he could still make a successful getaway by transforming into a rabbit. Cy3SXH

“You ought not to shift. This one will bring you back now, unless you fancy being seen by people.”

Behind him, Mu Zhan’s voice rang. He stretched out and seized his fluffy tail ball. As soon as Wen Mingyu stiffened, his body was stranded in midair. He was being hoisted up by the waist while being carried to the entrance.

Still sporting his rabbit ears, Wen Mingyu’s appearance would be seen in just a cursory glance. Fearing that his secret would be discovered by others, he unconsciously buried his head against Mu Zhan’s chest while using his pipa sleeve to protect and conceal.

As soon as they emerged, Sun-niang happened to raise her voice at Wen Changlan. “Your boss is that twisted wealthy merchant who pushes and grabs his way into everything! People’s young spouses have died, and he won’t even spare a little young widow—does he still consider himself human?! I pooh!” L9R2lF

Mu Zhan’s footsteps halted. After casting a brief glance in the direction of the speaker, his tone slightly elevated, he bent his head to gaze at the person in his arms. “The spouse is deceased, and the young widow…Are you imprecating curses on this one?”

Wen Mingyu swiftly shook his head, brushing Mu Zhan’s chest with his plush rabbit ears. Mu Zhan’s eyes grew gloomy, and he couldn’t resist reaching out and squeezing his rabbit ears. The person in his arms instantly started to shake and huddle up as he tried to hide, but the only way he succeeded was by burying himself further in Mu Zhan’s arms.

“…is not you.” Wen Mingyu slyly rebutted.

Mu Zhan: “This one then is the wealthy degenerate merchant?” WoJjdi

Wen Mingyu ceased speaking.

He just cooked up some random story. Why does he feel the need to bash him. What awful literature, so shameful!

Mu Zhan chuckled and smiled even wider. “It would be a regret for this role setup of yours if this one did nothing about it.”

The voice was seductive and mellow, and to the ears, it should have been ticklish. However, the meaningful laugh stunned Wen Mingyu, who trembled. 7xdc1T

No, no, no, please be sorry and pardon me.

He subconsciously struggled and was immediately pressed closer to Mu Zhan’s arms with increased pressure. “Don’t flail around,” he commanded.

Wen Mingyu stiffened for a split second before melting into a puddle of cowardice. He ultimately remained submissively in Mu Zhan’s arms, not daring to move.

Naturally, Sun-niang saw it immediately when Mu Zhan carried Wen Mingyu and exited the entrance door. She got even more alert and, with her hawk-like eyes, spotted Wen Mingyu’s exposed snow-white foot under the hem of his skirt and the slender chain that was dangling from his ankle, softly rocking. FMwlR8

Your mother—he really is a nasty, twisted pervert!

How could Sun-niang watch unfeelingly as a young girl was snatched from her. She wanted to go forward to stop him when Wen Changlan intercepted and moved in front of her, warning in a low voice, “He will be okay, so avoid making a decision you’ll regret.”

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The faint yet implied cautioning words caused Sun-niang to freeze, be awakened, and then be shocked. She had been worried and concerned, and now that she had looked more attentively, she realized that every single one of them was dressed unusually. Furthermore, the boss was even more…

An extremely absurd and ludicrous conjecture suddenly flashed through her mind, but it made the most plausible explanation given the circumstances. ZY2Rae

She was paralyzed on the spot and remained in a trance until Wen Mingyu was taken off by Mu Zhan, who then rode off on his horse. Just then, a very ill-timed notion suddenly popped into her head.

If, supposedly, Wen Mingyu had written a book about his own experiences, it would have been a huge hit and sold like crazy.

…But hold on—their collaboration!

With the author gone, what would happen to the script’s ending? 2dn7Z

Dug a pit? Many readers will be keeping an eye on her stealthily!

Sun-niang had a strong urge to cry this time.

ChiFu: I’m in a hurry, so excited for my break~ XD