Translator: ChiFu
Li-shilang felt regret so intensely that drops of cold sweat never-endingly dripped to the ground from his forehead. Struggling, he was unable to find the right words to plead for mercy.
Mu Zhan got to his feet, took a sharp sword out of a guard, and stepped down. The footsteps of Mu Zhan were not heavy, yet they made everyone in the hall feel as though their hearts had been trodden on, causing their hearts to constrict and their throats to become dry, making it difficult for them to move.
Mu Zhan approached Li-shilang and asked him, word for word, “Considering how much my dear subject seems to wish to see the late emperor, how about this one sends you down?”
As soon as he was done speaking, he tightened his hold on the sword and swung it savagely towards Li-shilang’s neck. They stood there watching as it was poised to pierce through and spray blood everywhere.
But, as if startled by the noises outside, Wen Mingyu appeared from Mu Zhan’s sleeve pocket, raising his paws to massage his eyes, his silky ears accidentally brushing against Mu Zhan’s wrist as if lightly scratching to appease.
A faint, sweet scent that only he could feel passed through all his limbs like a refreshing breeze, pacifying Mu Zhan, whose eyes were red and confused. The sword he was holding in his hand twisted and skimmed the man’s neck before abruptly stabbing firmly into the pillar behind him.
Li-shilang’s neck stung, and although brilliant red blood was pouring down, the cut was not life-threatening.
“Next time, it will not be so easy.”
Mu Zhan finished this sentence with a face devoid of emotions, walking back to sit down on the dragon throne.
Never imagining he could still get his life back, Li-shilang immediately kowtowed to thank him for his kindness.
Wen Mingyu, the rabbit, who had just awoken, was still ignorant of what had occurred. However, after sensing that his pheromones were restless, he immediately extended his paw and placed it on his wrist, then discreetly used his pheromones to soothe him.
The result was evident.
Abnormally silent, Mu Zhan stroked the rabbit with drooping ears dangling from his wrist as his furrowed brows and sullen expression relaxed. It was so soft that his fingertips almost appeared to sink into it; it was a very comforting feeling.
The remainder of the court meeting was significantly more tranquil as a result. It didn’t take long for the crucial concerns to be raised and the court to be adjourned because no one dared to speak aloud.
Mu Zhan took the rabbit out of the audience hall, boarded his carriage, and returned to his bedchamber.
While addressing the issue, those last ministers—civil and military—were gradually left behind. A few ministers also drew him into the discourse, but with a melancholy face, Wei Ying was recalling the rabbit in Mu Zhan’s sleeve pocket, and he was attempting to solicit His Majesty for an audience and, if possible, a petting session. Although it was only a fleeting view, the lop-eared rabbit was so adorable!
Wei Yingwu lost control and began daydreaming during long periods of work.
Taiji Hall.
Mu Zhan dismissed the palace servants, and even Zhao Dequan was no exception and did not need to wait nearby and guard the door.
“You did that on purpose today, didn’t you?” he remarked as he strolled over to the bed and pulled the rabbit from his sleeve pocket, kneaded it twice in his paw, then set it down on the dragon’s bed.
With bewilderment on its face, the rabbit blinked and attacked with a crooked head shot.
The rabbit’s snow-white, floppy ears have pointed, faintly pink tips, and they hang down and quiver a little as he hops, gently tickling the fingers.
Mu Zhan, with no sign of civility, stretched out and rubbed it twice, choosing not to inquire about what had transpired in the audience hall. He mused to himself that the rabbit was too spineless, and if he had encountered any bloody sights, he would be frightened. Thus, the action gradually came to an end.
“It’s time for breakfast; shall we change back?”
Mu Zhan asked this nonchalantly; he was a big fan of Wen Mingyu’s rabbit form. The fact that it was small enough to be gathered in his hand and tightly controlled was more noteworthy than its adorable appearance. He was really satisfied since he could carry it with him wherever he wanted.
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So, he drilled under the covers and hastily turned back into his human form; then he discovered that…he was without his clothes.
His ears burning, he hesitated, cautiously poked his head out from under the cover, gripped onto the quilt, and muttered, “Your Majesty, can you get me some clothing…”
Mu Zhan noticed the tiny area of white skin on his shoulder that was uncovered. Without saying anything, he actually turned around and proceeded to get it as his eyes grew dark. Unconsciously, the fingers that were hanging on his side began to arch slightly as though he were caressing something.
In no time at all, Mu Zhan handed him a set of clothes.
Wen Mingyu worked arduously to put on clothes as he stretched in and out of the brocade quilt like a milky puppy tossing around. After all, there was mouth-watering food waiting for him to enjoy.
After finishing, he poked his head out from under the cover and was met with Mu Zhan’s profound gaze, a gaze that made him want to revert to hiding under the quilt.
He shook his head, lifted the quilt, and then descended to the bed because, of course, it was impossible; all that was there was him burying his head in the sand like an ostrich. After supporting him by catching his arm in passing, Mu Zhan led the two of them to their dinner.
Wen Mingyu was hungry but recalled that Mu Zhan wasn’t having a good time at the court today. He dozed off and missed the entire episode, but he surmised that a minister had said something inappropriate and that, despite being appeased, the dark pheromones around Mu Zhan had not diminished.
The best way to describe Mu Zhan would be to compare him to a huge, angry dog that was silently tending its wounds, wary of everyone, and ready to maul anyone who attempted to approach.
There was tension in the air. Wen Mingyu feared stirring up trouble and making things worse, so he refrained from doing so, but he also felt that he couldn’t let the wound fester. Initially, it appeared to be nothing, but then it would start to spread and produce more horrible effects.
Wen Mingyu knew from prior experience that Mu Zhan wouldn’t really get furious as long as he didn’t step on his bottom line. His tolerance level toward him was indeed a bit on the high side.
Not wanting Mu Zhan to be upset, he wanted to try coaxing him.
So he moved forward, took two steps faster, and reached out to grab it. However, possibly because of nervousness, he only managed to grab two of Mu Zhan’s fingers. Mu Zhan, startled, cast a questioning glance in his direction.
…Wen Mingyu couldn’t help but feel ashamed, considering it to be quite like a pampered child—a little naive.
He used to grin charmingly at Mu Zhan in the past to win his favor, but now he was so stiff—were his acting skills regressing?!
Wen Mingyu felt distress at the deterioration of his survival skills and started to question his decision to shift back into a human. If he were in his rabbit form, everything would be so simple—including selling meng.
He released his hold on Mu Zhan’s fingers, and Mu Zhan moved his hand to retake it. Wen Mingyu, however, quickly took the initiative to grasp Mu Zhan’s entire hand this time. He gave it a light tug, then softly cried out, “Your Majesty.”
Mu Zhan glanced down at the two hands that were intertwined together.
Curving the corners of his mouth, Wen Mingyu feigned unawareness. Pheromones could be used to calm people down, but actual contact was preferable. He changed off topic. “What’s for dinner today? I’m so hungry, and after spending so much time in court, my stomach feels so deflated. Does Your Majesty put in so many hours every time you go there?”
Mu Zhan paused. The image of a lop-eared rabbit whirring in his sleeve pocket while all fours were up in the air and sounding just short of a snore came to mind. He cocked his head, and Wen Mingyu was the target of his stare. “You virtually always sleep.”
The insinuation was: You’re always sleeping and not exercising your brain, so why are you hungry.
Noticing that he was slandering him one more time, Wen Mingyu was so furious that he squeezed Mu Zhan’s hand so tightly that he wanted to suffocate it, but he still didn’t let go.
He wasn’t sure if it was the pheromones or Mu Zhan’s pleased expression at Wen Mingyu for daring to be furious but not daring to speak that had the desired effect, but he genuinely curled his lips and got in a better mood.
The palace servants have retired after the meals have been set.
The intertwined hands naturally unclasped as Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan each took a seat.
When Wen Mingyu saw that Mu Zhan was much better, he started to focus on his food. He was really hungry. He’d been awake for more than ten hours.
He was eager to try to eat something tasty with his stretched-out chopsticks when a hand snatched them away abruptly.
I’m a little perplexed.
Then he watched Mu Zhan as he clipped some of his preferred dishes before setting the porcelain bowl and chopsticks in front of him.
Even though he had no idea what Mu Zhan was up to, the sweet-smelling food in front of him instantly improved his mood. He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat until he noticed pieces of orange in his bowl.
Mu Zhan noticed his abrupt stop. His mood, which was like flowers and had been emanating all over him, faded, and even the dull hair atop his head, which had been elevated in joy, drooped.
Mu Zhan looked over. “What’s wrong?”
Wen Mingyu mutely plucked the diced carrots to the edge of the bowl, his mouth’s corners pointing downward, revealing his obvious disgust.
Mu Zhan was a little taken aback. Carrots are a favorite food for rabbits, aren’t they?
“Are you really a rabbit?” Mu Zhan looked at him.
After receiving this kind of question unexpectedly and contesting his origin, Wen Mingyu’s downward-curving mouth became even more pronounced. Rabbits are grass-eaters; the Dog Emperor has no common sense!
Feeling that he might not be able to resist reprimanding him, and since the man was in a bad mood today, Wen Mingyu was magnanimous enough not to bother with him. He responded evasively and continued to eat with his head down, isolating the Dog Emperor from the shield and preventing him from hearing or seeing.
Mu Zhan was beside him, watching him eat. That glaring gaze had little impact on Wen Mingyu, who was focused on his hot rice.
Wen Mingyu quickly gobbled up the entire bowl of rice, leaving just a meager number of diced carrots that were foolishly left in the bowl.
Wen Mingyu wanted to continue eating, but when he was about to grab another dish, he was suddenly intercepted by a long, slender hand.
“No picking of food.”
Following Mu Zhan’s line of sight, Wen Mingyu cocked his head, slid back into his bowl, and scowled a bit bitterly.
“I don’t eat.”
Wen Mingyu firmly shook his head and pushed the bowl away, as if saying: If you want to eat, go ahead, but I won’t be eating it.
Wen Mingyu tried to covertly dump the diced carrots and throw them aside while Mu Zhan continued to look at him.
However, Mu Zhan took up his chopsticks and put the diced carrots in front of him while feigning a half-smile, as if to command. “Open your mouth.”
Wen Mingyu locked eyes with him and battled for a time, but ultimately fell short. It appeared that Mu Zhan was using a lot of energy; therefore, he should probably get on with it and eat another. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth, and without chewing, he gulped it down.
“Will you eat it on your own, or will I feed you one bite at a time?” asked Mu Zhan.
“I can’t eat it…” Wen Mingyu grimaced and shoved all the diced carrots into his mouth, devouring them in a few bites. Then, instantly clip the tasty sweet and sour pork and cram it into his mouth to suppress the unusual taste.
Hmm. I just helped pacify Mu Zhan with my pheromones, and look how he treated me.
Losing his cool, Wen Mingyu scowled and ignored the man.
Mu Zhan cupped his chin, causing him to look up, and then moved his fingertips a little to trace the lovely cheekbones to the small earlobe. He stared at the red and dripping cinnabar mole and couldn’t help but press his finger against it, rubbing it.
When Wen Mingyu felt the itch, he dove his head unconsciously, but he was soon caught by the long, slender fingers again, unable to free himself.
He purposefully did this, as he was aware that some rabbits dislike carrots.
“Remember when you used to feed me those oily, sweet treats?” Mu Zhan pinched his ear, toying with it slowly.
Wen Mingyu tensed up. Although it arrived at the party a little late, retribution was not untimely.
Because he was a coward, he grabbed his chopsticks and piled nearly a mountain’s worth of vegetables on Mu Zhan’s bowl, not sure whether he was trying to bribe Mu Zhan to have amnesia or hold him up and dismember his body after.
Mu Zhan looked down. While he did not give much consideration to what his mouth and tongue preferred, he still had several dishes that he would take more than a few bites of. Now, each of the dishes in the bowl that Wen Mingyu appeared to be hurling around in a flurry was one that he preferred.
Mu Zhan’s eyes drooped, and a faint smile flashed on his face.
His eyes skimmed over Wen Mingyu’s reddened ears as he withdrew his hand from squeezing them. He then ate the food in his bowl slowly and quietly, eventually finishing it all.
Following the meal, Mu Zhan handled official business while Wen Mingyu remained in the background.
As always, it appeared as though the autumn’s hunt had never taken place.
Wen Mingyu now also had a part-time job, which was to write novels. He had amassed his first pot of gold and, as a result, acquired his own little coffer. After Mu Zhan swept him away, Wen Changlan was in charge of the clean-up, paying Sun-niang for the harm done to her home’s gate. Sun-niang posed Wen Changlan several questions, to which the latter didn’t give each an answer. But when it came to the script, Wen Changlan had gone rigid. He then got in touch with Wen Mingyu for her.
Wen Changlan mentioned that he was reading his book when they were talking about Sun-niang and said with a smile, “It is beautifully written.”
For the first time in his life, Wen Mingyu could not bear talking about what he had written to others. He was so embarrassed that he simply spiraled into heaven.
Wen Changlan thoughtfully shifted the topic, but the topic remained challenging. “Do you have any disagreements with the emperor?” he finally asked quietly after appearing to think about how to phrase it better.
Wen Mingyu kept quiet. He was aware that Wen Changlan had brought up his escape from the Xing Palace without authorization, but this involved too many secrets to just discuss with anybody.
Wen Changlan didn’t really want to meddle in other people’s personal matters, but the issue of the emperor was of great importance. And Wen Mingyu was also very special to the emperor, and he didn’t want them to become estranged.
“In any event, if that’s perfectly alright with you, you may come and talk to me. I eagerly await your company at any time.”
The gentle and appealing face was filled with goodwill.
As Wen Mingyu looked on, a notion that he shouldn’t have had suddenly entered his brain.
Isn’t this the… future’s version of the neighborhood committee aunt, who settles family feuds and mediates marital strife?
After realizing his thoughts, Wen Mingyu felt apologetic and wanted to laugh. He hurriedly turned to one side and tried to suppress his laughter. Thanking Wen Changlan quickly, he scurried off. Mu Zhan, who was only a short distance away, picked up the person who raced into his arms.
ChiFu: it’s not the pheromones, hehe. The tyrant dragon is eating so much, that’s good, very good. Happy Chinese New Year! It’s also the year of the rabbit~
Your wife is really good rabbit!!!!!
Thank you for your translation 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
Ohh I’m the first, thanks for the chapter and also happy Chinese new year 😊
Thank you for the chapter
I love how MC is becoming ML’s emotional support animal and fidget toy. 😄
Sorry didn’t mean to post as a reply.🥲
It’s okay
Poor rabbit, too much carrots’ terror!
Thank You for the new chapter (｡’▽’｡)♡ Happy CNY! ❤️
Happy Chinese New Year!!! Thanks for the chapter ❤
Hahaha magnanimous enough to ignore the emperor 😂. As opposed to what, pouting him to death? I can’t wait to see how Wei Yingwu’s visit goes, especially if he’s asking to pet Mu Zhan’s rabbit.
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Lmao! Year of the floppy-eared rabbit! Happy New Year! Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️🐇
Thanks for the chapter