Translator: ChiFu
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Wen Mingyu was ultimately brought out by Mu Zhan and dressed in his sleepwear. The ladies obeyed Mu Zhan’s command and threw away the goose-yellow jacket and skirt. If he so desired, he could prepare a new skirt again. Wen Mingyu was not to wear it outside, in his view.
Wen Mingyu had been sobered at this point, but because of how weak his legs were upon shore, Mu Zhan simply lifted him up and placed him on the couch to assist him in getting dressed.
Wen Mingyu lowered his head and hid his face. He couldn’t believe it. It was only a temporary mark; how could he respond so passionately. Was it a result of being too compatible? Or was it simply the first time, and he would eventually get used to it?
In any case, he felt too ashamed to face anyone and just wanted to dig a hole to hide himself in.
As he was carried to a chair and sat down, in the corner of his eyes, Wen Mingyu saw an additional chest that had emerged from the corner.
He instantly gaped in astonishment before turning to face Mu Zhan. “Your Majesty has arranged this, so…?!”
Mu Zhan glanced across at him and realized he had mistakenly assumed the chest held the little toys he had mentioned. Mu Zhan remained silent. He let this misunderstanding continue and even smiled. “Do you want to try it, yes?”
Wen Mingyu promptly gave him a stern headshake.
“Be obedient, and this one won’t use it on you,” said Mu Zhan.
Wen Mingyu wanted to strike the dog once again.
He thought it was a good idea to keep some of his truth hidden from Mu Zhan. In this manner, Mu Zhan would not have learned about ABO, much less understood what it meant to be fully marked.
Wen Mingyu was very much a thinker who entirely disregarded the fact that some things, like when Mu Zhan marked him, are intuitive and natural. He didn’t even receive a guide on how to inject pheromones, but he did so anyway without delay.
Freshly bathed, Wen Mingyu’s warm, steamed face was a lovely shade of scarlet red. His eyes were dewy and glistened like rays of light. His long, black hair was wet, and it cascaded behind his shoulder, drenching his robe and leaving a dark trail.
The sweet, fruity scent of the body also grew denser, evoking the fragrance of a completely ripe peach—round, pinkish, and bursting with juice tenderness—luring you in for a tasty bite.
Mu Zhan extended a hand and lifted a strand of his long hair. The silky threads quickly escaped his grasp and slipped down, abandoning only a few traces of dampness behind.
He requested a servant bring over some towels, specifically for drying the hair.
He then tugged at him and made Wen Mingyu sit on his knee while casually rubbing his hair.
Wen Mingyu was somewhat perplexed.
Such tasks were typically handled by the palace servants, so why does Mu Zhan have to assist him.
He discovered that, after fleeing once and returning a second time, his connection with Mu Zhan appeared to have changed in an unstated manner. Before, they used to share a bed, but he was the tranquilizer, and other than that, they didn’t really have much close personal contact.
But now, it seemed as though Mu Zhan had abruptly breached the invisible barrier between them, forcibly stepping into his world and forbidding him from resisting.
Mu Zhan didn’t know what was going through his head as his eyelids were lowered and he was focused on shining his long hair.
Wen Mingyu had long experienced pampered treatment in the palace. He ate well, dressed well, and his hair was in good condition, silky and soft to the touch, with a subtle chill that gave him the illusion of soft jade.
Lifting his long hair, he naturally revealed his long, slender neck; the white flesh on the back of his neck; and the lone, brightly colored bite mark Mu Zhan had left when he had earlier marked it.
With a pleased face, Mu Zhan stretched out and caressed it.
The contact tickled Wen Mingyu, who unconsciously stretched out to stop it. Accidentally, he touched Mu Zhan’s hand, and his hand immediately retreated as if it had been scalded.
Mu Zhan’s pupils darkened as he grabbed his hand that had been drawn back before slowly releasing it. No one knew what he was thinking.
Because of the length of the hair, drying was a lengthy process. Wen Mingyu was bored just sitting there like that while Mu Zhan rubbed his hair and was busy doing so. Feeling uncomfortable with the firm thigh muscles under his buttocks, he dared not move.
He finally gave in and reached his sinful palm out for the cakes on the table.
The porcelain plate was a little away from him, so he bent forward and extended his hand. The next instant, he felt his hair being pulled, but instead of being prudent and backing right away, he seized the chance to dart for a piece of flower cake before bouncing down. Bringing it to his mouth, he attempted to sneak a bite—
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Mu Zhan hummed subtly.
Wen Mingyu, taking this to be a yes, grinned and opened his mouth to begin eating.
But how could he have known he would be robbed midway.
Mu Zhan gently grabbed the person holding the flower cake by the wrist and delivered it to his own mouth. He ate it naturally, and his lips even unintentionally brushed Wen Mingyu’s fingertips.
This scene was most likely a blushing, heart-pounding moment between two young sweethearts.
Wen Mingyu froze, though. He seemed to have taken a pretty big blow, looking shocked and aggrieved.
Mu Zhan took his time by carefully chewing the fluffy, soft flower cake that had spread throughout his mouth. After swallowing it, Mu Zhan spoke the words he hadn’t said earlier: “You can eat, and this one eats.”
Eyes widening, Wen Mingyu’s countenance changed from one of joy to one of agony, and he dared to be angry.
Looking at him like a wilted flower, Mu Zhan couldn’t help but smile, unexpectedly in a positive mood. The sugary and greasy pastries were starting to taste good.
“Good flavor.”
Hearing this, Wen Mingyu’s eyes became even more resentful, and he mutely profaned the Dog Emperor in his heart.
Mu Zhan, who was behind him, couldn’t see his face, though, as if he could read minds, he asked softly, “Are you imprecating this one?’
“How can that be? I certainly do not,” Wen Mingyu firmly disputed.
“Say something pleasant if you want to feast,” Mu Zhan added as he tugged at his long hair. He saw that the force had made him tag along, so he pressed him into his arms.
It wasn’t that hard, Wen Mingyu thought as his eyes lit up.
This was a no-brainer. Perfunctorily, he opened his mouth and sang, “Your Majesty’s appearance is superior to Pan An’s—your attributes are more heavenly than the bright moon, the constellation of stars, and the mountain’s cooling breath—all of them are not as good as you. Your Majesty is extremely wise and powerful, talented and skilled in the martial arts. Nothing in the world is too hard for you…”
He blathered on with a long litany of compliments. Then, after ending the stage with the fart, “You are the most wonderful and adored person,” he looked groggily at Mu Zhan with an expression of: Dear customer, are you satisfied.
“Not sincere enough,” Mu Zhan concluded.
In his intransigence, Wen Mingyu attempted once more, but Mu Zhan reached out and moved the plate in front of him, saying, “Barely up to par; build on your efforts.”
Wen Mingyu acted like a study slacker, with him proclaiming: We’ll discuss the outcome of the exam, but first, let’s grab the flower cake and enjoy the results.
His hair was already halfway dry after eating heartily. Then Mu Zhan told him to wipe his hair, and Wen Mingyu immediately complied with no objection. This was a matter of courtesy reciprocation.
The thin golden chain made its appearance again and was put on Wen Mingyu by Mu Zhan. “It is of no point if it will fall off once you turn into a rabbit,” he said with a scowl as he fondled it tenderly.
Wen Mingyu nodded approvingly. So I have no need to wear it, ba.
Mu Zhan, however, thought for a moment and said in a low voice, “This one will have a new one crafted; it won’t slip off in any fashion,” as he delicately wrapped his fingertips around the anklet.
Wen Mingyu: “……”
No need, there’s really no need.
Mu Zhan, a feudal and autocratic Dog Emperor, would obviously not listen to him.
Wen Mingyu didn’t bother caring.
Mu Zhan carried him to the bed and deftly placed the “pillow” in his arms before closing his eyes, leaving a worn-out trace under them.
He finally had the chance to get some genuine, decent sleep after so many days.
And despite the tight embrace, Wen Minyu felt surprisingly unencumbered. He believed he had slept well while he was alone outside, but when he returned here and caught a whiff of the scent of wine, he dozed off in just two seconds. With this contrast, he realized he hadn’t been sleeping well before.
On the bed, the two hugged one another, as if they were two halves that had been separated and finally reconnected.
After a restful night’s sleep.
Wen Mingyu squinted in doubt, pausing for a bit before adjusting to his surroundings. It took him some time until he yawned and got out of bed.
Two rowdy barks came from outside.
Following the sound, Wen Mingyu discovered that it was a dog with black and white fur and wolf-like characteristics. It looked familiar. Then he realized that it was the stupid Husky who had actually assisted him in fleeing. Slightly shocked, he extended his hand to stroke its head. “Why are you here?”
“You’re acquainted?” Mu Zhan emerged from behind the screen and leisurely said, “Speaking of which, it was thanks to this dog for guiding the path to you. Otherwise, it would have taken several days. This one is debating what prize to bestow upon it.”
Wen Mingyu’s eyes widened as he heard this, and he abruptly whipped his head around to stare in shock at the husky, who was sticking his tongue out with a guileless expression on its face.
So you sold me out?!
In this world, can’t dogs and bunnies have little faith in one another?
Wen Mingyu’s teeth itched, so he reached out to squeeze Erha’s cheeks and callously rubbed them together, deforming his cold, innocent face to resemble dough and becoming even more hysterically ludicrous.
Erha had no self-awareness at all. Thinking that Wen Mingyu was playing with him, he woofed twice in eagerness.
When it first arrived at Sun-niang’s mansion, the husky wanted to find and pounce on his best partner to play again. Even though he had recently been bitten by rabbits, he had forgotten about his injuries once they had become good scars, and he also didn’t feel that Wen Mingyu, as a lop-eared rabbit, would have a shadow on him. The rabbit remained its tiny partner, who would play head-hugging games with it.
Unfortunately, Wei Yingwu put a stop to it. The powerful and fearsome man halted the enthusiastic husky. Despite being entirely unaware that Wei Yingwu had saved its life, the husky was nonetheless upset.
At this moment, it turned to gaze at its little buddy, Wen Mingyu, and its sparkling dog eyes were full of—yes! I’m the one who came to see you with my buddies! I was afraid you’d be too lonely alone. So, are you happy?!
Wen Mingyu: “……”
Then I thank you very much!
Wen Mingyu’s hand was taken by Mu Zhan, who asked him, “You are not delighted that it brought you back?”
The voice was rather calm, but the expression on that face seemed to be drenched in rain and roaring with wind.
Wen Mingyu gave a firm head shake. “I was thinking out of the blue for a second earlier; if I had known that Your Majesty didn’t think I was a monster and was not attempting to eat me, I would not have run away.”
This was said to coax Mu Zhan, but most of it was also true.
Mu Zhan’s expression softened a bit. “You won’t get another chance to run again,” he said bluntly.
Mu Zhan ultimately gave the husky a large number of big bones, which the Imperial Chef would cook for him for a considerable amount of time. He was considered a half-dog raised at the Imperial Palace.
The husky started salivating and drooling right away, as though it understood what the large bones stood for.
The palace servant handed it a bone in a flash.
The husky lowered his head and began gnawing, visibly showing his unbridled glee.
Wen Mingyu gave him a piercing stare.
After chewing for a while, Husky felt his sight, glanced up, and then slowly turned to point his buttocks in the direction of Wen Mingyu, as if he were worried that Wen Mingyu would try to steal his very large and mouth-watering bones.
Wen Mingyu: “……”
Who’s going to rob you?!
How foolish was it for him to choose the husky as his getaway partner in the first place. He probably had a hole in his skull, so he chose a pitiful teammate.
Wen Mingyu couldn’t help himself and crouched down, vigorously stroked the husky, and couldn’t wait for its hair to fall out.
However, the husky couldn’t appreciate his anguish and indignation, and in his one hundredth hour of work, all it could muster was a non-profit glance.
I know I’m dashingly attractive and charming and head-turning, but you don’t have to be so enthusiastic. For the sake of your love for me so much, let’s share a little meat with you.
Wen Mingyu took a step back and made his disapproval known.
Husky barking: “Woof, woof”—(Duckhead, I don’t believe it; you’re talking out of breath.)
Wen Mingyu turned tail and ran, quickly hiding behind Mu Zhan, who was nearby watching the show.
The husky tried to advance but was stopped when it looked Mu Zhan in the eyes. Crestfallen, it ran back to munch on its bone. Even though he was somewhat innocent, he also possessed the animal’s acute sense of danger, and when he realized that Mu Zhan was not someone to play with, he snuck away faster than everyone else.
In a split second, Wen Mingyu felt relieved, and the hand that was clinging to Mu Zhan’s shoulder was prepared to be withdrawn.
Mu Zhan, however, cocked his head and caught it before asking meaningfully, “Why do you want to hide? Aren’t you having fun?”
Wen Mingyu looked shocked. Which one of your eyes captured that? Stop talking gibberish. Why don’t you go there and have fun with Erha?
Mu Zhan smiled, saying nothing more.
The hunting season was the longest it had even been this time. And now that the aftermath had been resolved and the escapees had been arrested, it was only natural to start heading back.
And so, the party marched in streaming columns back to the capital and back to the familiar palace.
After dinner and a wash, go to bed.
Being the monarch that he was, Mu Zhan automatically went back to his working mode.
The sky was still gray; it wasn’t yet dawn, and it wasn’t yet bright enough to get up, wash, and get ready for court.
When Mu Zhan woke up, Wen Mingyu, still blissfully asleep, snuggled quietly into the bedding with his eyes closed and was oblivious to the activity around him.
After pausing to observe for a time, Mu Zhan plucked the person under the quilt.
Wen Mingyu’s eyes were squinted as he was attended to by the servants to wash up. For a long time, he had been half awake, disoriented, and unduly meek as he was ushered along.
When everything was finally stowed, Wen Mingyu sobered a bit, cast a blank glance outside the window, and momentarily froze.
It’s so dark… Has he been sleeping all day and night?!
Mu Zhan: “No, this one was on his way to court.”
Then why did you let me get up too? I’m so sleepy!
Wen Mingyu sprang to attention, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Your Majesty has worked hard.”
Just want to see him out of the door and go back to bed.
But Mu Zhan took him to the bedside, squeezed the back of his neck, and ordered, “You go with this one.”
Wen Mingyu: “……?”
It was a court meeting, not a playground. What would he be doing there.
Before Wen Mingyu could ask a question, Mu Zhan made him change into his lop-eared rabbit form, tucked him into his sleeve pocket, and carried him to the court.
ChiFu: I can’t, for the life of me, remember the names www if you see any changes like in honorifics, very good!
Hello everyone. I’ve been here for almost 11 months now. ChiFu thanks everyone for staying for the author’s work. I appreciate everyone’s comments, sharing the story of jade rabbit and tyrant dragon with others, and supporting the author and me. Time flies too fast, and I couldn’t keep up with the pace, but let’s continue to work hard. Have a rest too, and drink lots of water! Happy New Year!
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Thank you for the translation.
Happy New year !
likewise, happy new year!
Happy new year for all rabbits, huskies and deers!!!!
Thank you so so so much for your translation in this year, let’s meet in the next year!!!! 💙🤍🤍💙💙🤍
likewise, happy new year!
Thank You for the new chapter (♡ ὅ ◡ ὅ )ʃ♡ Happy New Year! Wishing You the best and a lot of health! And thank You for Your wonderful work! ❤
you too ;)) happy new year!
Thanks for the chapter
you’re welcome!
Thanks for the chapter. Happy new year
happy reading and happy new year!
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
you’re welcome <3
I wonder what Mu Zhan will do with our dearest bunny in morning court?
Thank you for translating, and Happy New Year!!! ❤
Palm sized tranquilizer/stress ball?
Best of health & happiness in the new year to you. Thank you for the chapter.
I was hoping he would take the bunny to court hidden in his sleeve.
Thanks for translating! ❤️ 🎉🎉 Happy New Year! 🎉🎉
I forget Wen Mingyu can be such a brat inside his head 🤣. The way Mu Zhan likes to “torture” him is not entirely uncalled for lol. Coincidentally, the year of the rabbit starts in a few weeks so that’s cool.
Thank you for your hard work
i also want a rabbit to keep in my pocket