Translator: ChiFu
Wei Chen ended his speech and then turned to leave. He returned to Chu Suli and Shao Yan and also spoke to them. The two met Wen Mingyu’s eyes and glanced at one another, adopting identical faces of helplessness, thus creating an air of subtle connection.
The first day in the Imperial College had successfully ended at this moment.
Returning to the palace, Wen Mingyu made it to Taiji Hall in time for lunch.
Zhao Dequan’s eyes brightened up as soon as he spotted him. As if he had seen his savior, he hastily said, “At last, you have returned, Wen-Gongzi. Quickly go in; His Majesty is waiting for you inside.”
Wen Mingyu was somewhat baffled. He’d been out for just four hours. Why did he make it sound as though he had been gone for a long period of time.
With his head full of questions, Wen Mingyu put his foot over the threshold and entered the hallway.
Before he could see Mu Zhan’s shadow, he was hauled into a broad embrace, the arms encircling his waist like shackles.
Wen Mingyu initially resisted, but when he inhaled the familiar pheromones of wine, he unconsciously felt at ease.
Mu Zhan’s pheromones were agitated, but Wen Mingyu was held in an embrace that just so happened to include a large area of limb contact, suitable for soothing. Raising his hand, he simply offered him a hug in return.
Mu Zhan felt the person in his arms resisting, and his mood immediately deteriorated. His eyes red, he dropped his head and attempted a deep bite on his nape. The hand that was tightly encircling his waist likewise grew more compelling and oppressive, as if a ferocious beast were clutching onto its prey.
But Mu Zhan was stopped before he could move when he felt hands on his back. Surprised, his body tensed, as if he hadn’t expected this.
And the truth was, Wen Mingyu not only gave him a hug but also offered him a very gentle pat on the back, like he was calming down a large, cranky dog. Wen Mingyu experienced a contagious feeling of infectivity from Mu Zhan, as if he hadn’t seen the man for a long time and truly longed to see him as well.
They held each other for a long time as the wine pheromones gradually subsided
Eventually they let go—because Wen Mingyu’s stomach made a loud noise.
“Gruu——”
In addition to how quiet it was in the hallway, it was difficult to avoid hearing it.
Wen Mingyu’s ears, neck, and entire face reddened.
Mu Zhan let him go. He couldn’t help but curve his lips as his mood improved upon watching the person in his arms resemble a fully cooked shrimp. “It’s rather hot,” he said as he even reached out to touch Wen Mingyu’s ears.
Wen Mingyu mentally roared ‘aaaa’ and wanted to strike the dog.
Appeasement, my ass. Just let his pheromones run riot!
Wen Mingyu bowed his head and blushed with rage. He was unwilling to talk, though, so Mu Zhan grabbed him by the hand and seated him at the table while directing the palace servants to set the table.
The table was laden with imperial cuisine, most of which were preferences of Wen Mingyu, including braised prawns in oil, squirrel-shaped Mandarin fish, dongpo pork, roast chicken with chestnuts, and braised meatballs in sauce…
Wen Mingyu was already a little peckish while he was at Imperial College, and now he couldn’t help but lick his lips and bury his head in the food.
The meals were incredibly lavish and exquisite, as they were made especially for the emperor. There were many dishes, and each dish was often only a nibble or two in size, and there were always leftovers that were given to the servants.
Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu couldn’t possibly finish the dishes on the table by themselves. Today, however, Wen Mingyu ate more than before, and as he continued to eat, the dishes continued to fade one by one, and Mu Zhan’s expression changed.
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Mu Zhan, however, grabbed his wrist and said with furrowed brows. “Won’t it be difficult for you?”
Wen Mingyu tilted his head, perplexed. “Difficult? Why?”
He made a tiny struggle with his hand. When Mu Zhan relaxed his grip, he continued to feed the flower pastry into his mouth, smacking his lips.
“Consider this: How much have you eaten so far today?”
Wen Mingyu dutifully recalled, and while recalling, he still continued to stuff delectable food in his mouth with great relish. Only later, after really giving it some serious thought, did he belatedly react as if, perhaps… he had actually eaten a bit too much?
Wen Mingyu felt a little bad about his big appetite, but he was actually in good health, so he could still keep eating.
“A little bit… more than usual.”
He extended a finger and made a slight motion.
Mu Zhan looked askance at him. “Are you certain?”
Wen Mingyu nodded affirmatively, smiled, and devoured another platter of flower pastries before finally…
“Still denying that it is?”
“It was really fine earlier. It won’t last!!”
Wen Mingyu retorted, but the way his stomach was obviously ballooning—so much so that it impeded him from moving—was not truly convincing.
Wen Mingyu frowned, his expression was painful. “Stomach hurts…”
With a poker face, Mu Zhan looked at him. He let out a helpless sigh after two seconds, took the person into his arms, and seated him on his lap.
He helped him massage his stomach after that.
The wide, slender palm pressed against his stomach. Separated by a thin layer of fabric, the fingers softly and carefully pressed on it.
A gentle massage for a bulging belly required exactly the right amount of pressure and proper posture.
Wen Mingyu was pulled to sit on Mu Zhan’s legs. It was a little awkward in a way. Uneasy, he wiggled in discomfort, but after a while of pressing, he unconsciously relaxed all over.
Just like a small pet whose fur had been smoothed by the vigorous caressing, he sprawled out limply, exposing his soft belly to the person he trusted and relied on. He was defenseless and at the owner’s mercy to be rubbed on.
He had no idea how long it took, but the discomfort significantly subsided. He had just had his fill, so fatigue set in. His bones were supple, his face was compressed into a deformed, fleshy mass, and his mouth was scrunched into a little pout as he indolently leaned into Mu Zhan’s arms and reclined on his shoulders.
His long, black, and thick eyelashes fluttered as he squinted. His languid voice hummed distantly, and finally, his rabbit ears popped out atop his head and dangled down the side of his face. His cheek was lightly brushed and tickled by the silky, fine fur.
Wen Mingyu unthinkingly reached out and made an attempt to shove it away. But Mu Zhan also felt the sudden extra softness there as well and reached out to knead it twice.
Suddenly, there was a bang.
The person Mu Zhan had been supporting abruptly disappeared from view, and his arms were light.
On his lap was nothing but a mess of clothes.
Mu Zhan stiffened momentarily, his hand hanging in mid-air, a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes at the abrupt end of the soft touch. He soon, however, deftly fished a lop-eared rabbit from the mess of clothes.
Being entirely at ease and enjoying a belly rub, a drowsy wave crept over Wen Mingyu. He unintentionally revealed his rabbit form out of comfort. His entire body was still in a semi-daze, not reacting to what was happening.
The little lop-eared rabbit thus sat hunched in Mu Zhan’s palm, appearing somewhat silly and amenable to bullying. Tilting his head, he stared blankly at Mu Zhan, then at his lying palm, and decided to lie down. He also hugged Mu Zhan’s fingers with his claws and rested them on his belly, signaling him to continue.
To request the country’s monarch to lull someone to sleep was undoubtedly a ridiculous way to go to bed.
But Mu Zhan didn’t mind. He continued to rub his belly since he was quite happy to do so. After a few rubs, the rabbit abruptly stood back up and used his paws to pull a piece of the shirt’s material over to hide his belly. It was covered by fur, but it still felt a little chilly.
Mu Zhan saw the implications of his action right away. The corner of his mouth perked up more and more visibly, and a deeper smile appeared under his eyes. It was like sunlight penetrating the dark clouds after rain. He was more like the gaiety of an eighteen-year-old than anything resembling a tyrant.
Alas, it was a pity that Wen Mingyu was half-squinting and so full and exhausted that he missed noticing this beautiful smile.
Mu Zhan stroked the belly of his rabbit. Snow-white and silky, like cotton candy, was the fur. It was similarly warm and heated to the touch, rising and falling gently with his breathing. As some time passed, he suddenly realized that his fingertips appeared to have touched a tiny lump that was soft and concealed beneath the fur, very inconspicuous. He wouldn’t have noticed it if not for today’s belly rubbing.
Mu Zhan paused, frowned sharply, and had a terrible notion that there was a problem with the rabbit’s body.
But then, as if sensing something, the lop-eared rabbit momentarily halted before exploding violently. It leaped off Mu Zhan’s lap and glared at him anxiously. His ears were red and pink with a tinge of impatience and anger, and his eyes were complicated and indescribable.
Mu Zhan was both perplexed and sincere. “What’s the matter? This one shall request an imperial physician…”
Halfway through, he suddenly stopped, enlightenment dawning on his face as he fixed his gaze on the lop-eared rabbit. Sighing with regret, he added, “So that’s how it is. Is it true that there are eight of them, as this one has heard?”
There was a look of inquiry and wonder in his eyes—more whimsical, indeed. He was trying to tease his little rabbit.
Sure enough, Wen Mingyu did indeed expand his fur even more. He cooed in irritation as he cautiously backed away, with ‘Get lost!’ written all over him.
Mu Zhan, who was skilled at disregarding certain words he didn’t want to hear, smiled and said, “No more belly rubs?”
The lop-eared rabbit shrugged and resolutely declined.
“But isn’t that what you just did—throw it away after use? It’s a little too much. This one is awfully sad.” Mu Zhan seemed to smirk.
Why talk like he was a scumbag! Thought the lop-eared rabbit, who was utterly frozen as he listened.
Thinking about it, it did seem a bit like burning the bridge after crossing. But he couldn’t really meekly flip over and let him study it.
So not only did he not flip himself, but Wen Mingyu even spun around and hopped as quickly as he could, separating himself from Mu Zhan once and sheltering behind a flower vase, neatly covering his figure. The dog then whirled around and slyly glanced behind him to see if Mu Zhan was pursuing him.
Unexpectedly, Mu Zhan remained seated and did not seize him. Instead, he lowered his eyes, faking sadness, acting as if he were a truly heartbroken man whose feelings had been disowned by scum.
Wen Mingyu: “…”
How come I didn’t realize that the emperor had the potential to be king of the silver screen?
Wen Mingyu didn’t fall for his deception and continued to avoid him.
After faking for a while, he appeared to lose heart when he saw the rabbit ignoring him. He reclined and closed his eyes, resting.
He stayed still for some time, as though he were dozing.
When Wen Mingyu peeked out, he had a brief idea bubble up in his mind as he thought about what had just happened.
Isn’t this a perfect change to exact some justice? Want to probe me, then I’ll come and see you first, snort.
Wen Mingyu silently extended out a jio and started to sneak like a dog, ready to pounce on Mu Zhan.
It was unfortunate that he was too full, had been rubbed, and that he had just been unmoving, was weak, and that his legs were even numb.
He hopped closer and was poised to attack him. When he was about to reach Mu Zhan, his legs gave out and snapped, collapsing to the ground.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! What in the world?!
Internally raging, he attempted to stand up and carry on, but both of his legs were simply too weak, and he collapsed into a flattened, smashed bunny cake, the cocked ball of his tail still perking up.
At that moment, Mu Zhan opened his eyes and, with one reach, scooped him up off the ground, placing him on his palm.
Mu Zhan chuckled as he squeezed the plump fur pad in his feet. “So clingy.”
Wen Mingyu yelped and growled as he reached out and shoved him with his paws.
Clingy, my ass.
Who is clinging to you, I’m trying to sneak attack!
Mu Zhan’s smile deepened as he listened to his soft, syrupy purr. “And loves to be pampered.”
Wen Mingyu: “…???”
It’s impossible to have a conversation with this man. It’s hopeless.
Mu Zhan deftly and carefully smoothed the fur on his rabbit’s ears. As he stroked his back, the rabbit even fell, groaning and moaning like he was drunk.
Wen Mingyu couldn’t help squinting.
Chirp, it’s really cozy.
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The author has something to say:
The description of the Imperial College is from the wiki, the specific school life is a private setting, do not take it seriously.
ChiFu: update for this week~
Is it the phantom pregnancy?
Thnx ya for the chappoiee~
Oh, there is a special word for rabbit’s sounds in English! I think I don’t have this in my native language
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Thank you for the update ❤️💯
A “conversation” haha! Wen Mingyu is a goofy bunny in either form in spite of his sharp intelligence. Every time he amuses Mu Zhan, I feel like he’s contributing to the overall well-being of the Empire as well as a lonely tyrant.
Thank you for the chappyy
I am dying did he touch our bunny’s nipple by accident?
Thanks for the chapter
Tha ks for the chapter❤🐇
Thank You for the new chapter（*’∀’人）♥
Sneak attack! ….to bunny pancake….lmao! Ty for the update 🤣❤️🤣🐇👀