Translator: ChiFu
Wen Mingyu attended lectures at the Imperial College as usual for the subsequent two days.
Even if he had been more apprehensive, the script’s conclusion was still put in the shelves, and Ye Xu truly did as he promised by allowing his attendant to stand in line early in the morning to purchase it first and deliver it to the Imperial College.
Numerous people engaged in identical behavior. Thus, between classes, a fairly large number of people formed a pile of piles, crowding their heads to read the text.
Although they have the option to read it later, many still clustered into a circle to read, even if it was uncomfortable. Everyone was just eager to see the epilogue. They simply couldn’t wait, and each second spent doing so was agonizing.
There were only Chu Suli and Wei Chen seated in front of their writing desk. The former was because it was inconvenient to read close together due to the dichotomy of men and women. The latter was then quite occupied with reading rituals and was reluctant to read in such conditions. He liked to read each sentence carefully while sitting upright, mulling over each word as if he were savoring an exquisite cuisine.
He didn’t want to be spoiled and have that affect his reading experience, so he tightly shielded his ears. Nevertheless, the sound was still audible, making it difficult for him to focus on his book. His attention, unable to be suppressed, had already flown to the area where they were reading the final volume.
From time to time, someone would exclaim, “Cool—Superb—,” and he couldn’t help but wonder: What new draft of the reform the protagonist has proposed? Would it be the one he guessed before?
After some time, the neighbor from the next writing desk shrieked, “Impossible, what is this! I don’t believe it!”
Then, cries of utter incredulity began to sound.
Wen Chen, unable to take it any longer, turned to gaze and unintentionally locked eyes with Wen Mingyu as he noticed the complex and distressing expression on his face.
Wei Chen’s heart began to race immediately, and likewise, his hands also forgot to cover his ears and slid to his side.
At the same time, an anguished roar reverberated through his brain—”Tang Yiyuan actually died?! I don’t believe this!”
Wei Chen was unprepared and couldn’t take precautions. The destiny of his favorite character was what worried him the most. Following each other, the voices of other fellow students periodically yet discontinuously spelled out the plot. Tang Yiyuan had passed away before the legal reform could take root because he had overworked himself.
Wei Chen’s eyes began to swell, and his tears spilled. He was sobbing uncontrollably.
“What a terrible conclusion! I won’t consent to that! Tang Yiyuan is the best; he cannot pass away. I wish to pen Yu Mu a letter of reprimand—he’s not human! I’ll pay money to get him to revise. I want a happy ending…”
After sobbing for a bit, he suddenly realized something and began to wail again. “But, my father and mother have no money, boohoo hoo…”
As Wei Chen took the lead, the others soon appeared affected, their eyes also red and ready to cry out.
Everyone now shared the same enemy—Yu Mu, the novelist. Together, they rained passionate curses, such as he is not human.
Wen Mingyu sat in his seat, bearing a diminutive and helpless figure. He embraced himself and shivered in the midst of reprimanding curses.
He thought to himself.
Who’s Yu Mu? I have no idea.
Yu Mu was the author of the BE abuse ending, and I, Wen Mingyu, had no part in its creation.
They were scolding Yu Mu, not him.
After chanting ‘it’s not me’ several times in a row, Wen Mingyu, who had barely convinced himself, shook less and calmed down.
But then someone claimed, “I’d like to know where Yu Mu lives, not so I can beat him up or sack him, purely so I can invite him for tea. I loved him so much.”
Wen Mingyu: “…”
Maybe you’d seem somewhat credible if your intonation didn’t sound so ominous and menacing, like you were about to bring a knife to the door.
Should he stay out of the spotlight during this time so as to prevent falling from his horse and being captured and beaten into a pig’s head.
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Of course, give it some thought. Wasn’t it even stranger to request a period of absence right at the commencement of class?
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In the tranquil hall, students were concentrating on their books.
Ye Xu abruptly sounded, “Saw the ending, and you all still have the spirit to study. How about a trip to Yingxian House for a cup of wine?”
As soon as the words were delivered, many people were already itching for action.
After seeing the BE ending, I’m depressed. A cup of wine was most fitting.
So many responded to his invitation.
They were undoubtedly not as brazen in other times, but today was different. It’s not too much to ask for a drink.
The enthusiastic Ye Xu also dragged Wen Mingyu along.
A bunch of youngsters, who had blatantly skipped class in a horde to have some fun, were about to go when they espied the headmaster conversing with someone near the gate.
Although you may leave sooner, who would want to run into the headmaster. Right away, their feet did a U-turn and changed course, with Ye Xu leading them out over the wall. Now, this was more like skipping class.
The heart may guilt, but observing your fellow peers, you somehow wanted to laugh.
They boarded the carriage and rode off to the restaurant.
On the way, they passed the bookstore, and a ferocious-looking man with a beard violently struck the gong and yelled, “Yu Mu, you’re a cold-blooded man! Why did you allow Tang-shangshu to die in the end! He ought to have lived a hundred years. Yu Mu, you’re not human, boohoo hoo…”
As he raged, the bearded man actually wept directly. With only a glance, one could see that he was a devoted fan of the book. But after reading the final volume, it was unclear if the pink powder would turn black.
Wen Mingyu shivered at this scene and quickly drew the curtain. He suddenly felt a sense of danger in the world. The burly fellow didn’t even need to use a knife. A fist could kill his fragile skin.
On the other hand, a classmate who was seated to the side nodded vigorously in agreement and said through clenched teeth, “Yes, he, Yu Mu, is not human!”
Wen Mingyu gently curled up into a ball and flattened himself against the carriage wall in an effort to abate his presence.
At the restaurant, everyone ordered a table of dishes, gathered around to eat and drink, and scolded Yu Mu. Even Wei Chen was upset enough that he tried to sip some wine, but it was too spicy. He hiccuped and coughed straight up, his face flushing red. Therefore, he persisted in berating him with tea. Shao Yan, whose face was expressionless, spoke less, but after drinking more than a few cups, he was also recruited to the army of people scolding the author. The words were love and hate in capital letters.
Hearing so much, Wen Mingyu, who was composed and numb from the get-go, was in the mood to sample some dishes, as if he were not the one being scolded.
Yingxian House was worthy of being one of the top restaurants in the capital. The specialties tasted amazing. After tasting a couple in succession, Wen Mingyu found that they were all rather nice.
Ye Xu saw Wen Mingyu not drinking and was taken aback. “You’re not drinking?”
Wen Mingyu shook his head. “When I drink, I get wasted. My tolerance to alcohol is poor.”
“What to fear, there’s an attendant who can send us back,” said Ye Xu.
Wen Mingyu still abstained, and Ye Xu didn’t press him. He turned to resume chatting. The atmosphere was bustling, and Wen Mingyu also went along, but more often than not, he was eating. Between lectures, he was already starving, and now there was so much delicious food before him. It was strange to bear it.
Consequently, when they looked up in the midst of their conversations, they realized numerous small plates were empty. These young people, partly intoxicated and partly conscious, believed their eyes were damaged. Wen Mingyu saw their astounded reactions and reacted instantly by scolding, “Yu Mu is going too far!”
Distracted, the students scolded Yu Mu again.
Wen Mingyu was glad that he was not discovered as a gourmand. As the gathering came to a close, Wen Mingyu quietly walked to pay the bill, followed by seeing the servants drive off their respective masters before boarding the carriage and returning to the palace.
These inebriated youths probably didn’t expect that this meal was Yu Mu’s treat, whom they adored and resented at the same time.
Wen Mingyu headed to Taiji Hall.
Mu Zhan had not yet returned at this time. Given that it was related to him, Wen Mingyu consented to accompany them to a meal and let them wallow in their sorrows. He initially believed he wouldn’t consume much food and returned to eat alongside Mu Zhan. But he hadn’t anticipated that the Yingxian House’s delicacies would act like a little devil, luring people in and not enabling him to refuse.
He was still considering what to do if he couldn’t eat when he got back after the gathering. But it turned out that he had been overly concerned. After taking the carriage back and exploring the palace, he rested for a time and was ready for another round of rice bowls.
His spirit was fairly upbeat as Wen Mingyu sat in the chair. He rocked his legs, then, as if suddenly remembering something, rushed to the backside of the cabinet. That was where he previously grizzled grass to build a nest.
But it was all gone at a glance. Neat and spotless.
Not a single grass blade remained.
Wen Mingyu’s smiling lips curled downward. He puckered his lips, and his ease had just now mysteriously swept away. He inexplicably felt irritable.
The fluffy tail ball below his rear and the rabbit ears atop his head both popped out. His clothing concealed it, but it still twitched and jacked up slightly.
Fortunately, there was no one present in the hall who witnessed this scene.
As he grew increasingly frustrated, Wen Mingyu grasped the rabbit ears that were dangling by his side. He tugged a small amount of fur off, seemingly unaware of the pain.
Then there was no stopping.
A little tug, and then more tugging.
The fingertips pinched only a tiny handful each time, but he couldn’t resist pulling them all constantly. After a bit, a small patch of pink meat hidden beneath his fur became visible, which looked pitiful.
Wen Mingyu paced agitatedly along the hall. He felt upset and angry that his nest was missing.
He walked to the bed, kicked off his shoes, and jumped in. He hid in the quilt and made an unpleasant grunt. It was a faint sound, but audibly stifling.
He once again began to tug the fur off his rabbit ears. A piece of fur landed on the plush mattress. This accomplished little to nothing. He only eased a bit.
No. He had to redo his nest.
The grass may be discarded again. He would make his nest with something else, something big.
Thinking of this, Wen Mingyu leaped to his feet, raced to the wardrobe, and yanked open the door, revealing not only his clothes but also Mu Zhan’s. Because Mu Zhan liked the scent of his pheromones, he arranged their clothes such that their scent would be blended, just like incense.
Wen Mingyu looked at them and, with a determined glance, reached for Mu Zhan’s clothes and tossed them onto the bed.
Two was certainly insufficient, so he rushed back and forth a couple more times while continuously taking out clothes and placing them on the bed, much like a small squirrel stockpiling food.
He worked nonstop, stacking clothes together and arranging them into a nest.
When it was finished, he looked down and finally smiled, his displeasure greatly lessening.
Then he collapsed in his nest and balled himself up.
Just now, he had been moving around and was currently sweating from the activity. He expelled a short, jerky breath as his cheeks turned naturally pink, with the ends of his eyes showing a hint of red.
However, Wen Mingyu was completely satisfied. His palm was clasped in front of his chest, and twitching his nose, he could smell the scent of wine while being enveloped by the familiar pheromones. His nest was soft and safe, and he liked it very much.
He slid his eyelids shut.
After loosening his muscles, he felt a brief surge of weariness that made him want to doze off.
When they headed to the restaurant, Ye Xu asked him why he didn’t drink at the table.
The actual reason wasn’t a low tolerance for drinking.
Although he was prone to becoming inebriated, it was always acceptable to try a few sips, and given his gluttony, he ought to be able to do so. But somehow, he felt that he shouldn’t drink.
Unwittingly reaching out, he touched his belly with his hand. The action was so natural that he didn’t even realize what he had done because it was so conditioned.
He was half-squinting after a beat. He slowly dozed off while shrinking inside Mu Zhan’s clothing-covered nest. While sleeping, his hand was still resting on his belly.
Mu Zhan was at this moment returning to Taiji Hall.
His countenance was chilly and indifferent.
Following him, the palace servants were hushed and afraid, acting as though they didn’t exist.
The emperor was furious, and they were helpless to stop it. They had no choice but to put their faith in Wen-gongzi. However, it appeared that His Majesty was upset with Wen Mingyu this time? But they felt that His Majesty would definitely be coaxed by Wen-gongzi.
Just meet Wen-gongzi, and everything will be alright.
They all concurred that this was the case and wished that the distance between them and the Taiji Hall could be cut in half right away.
They simply didn’t anticipate that Wen Mingyu wouldn’t need to coax Mu Zhan because, as soon as he entered the hall, he was engulfed by other matters with all of his heart and soul and couldn’t care less about the insignificant irritation in front.
When Wen Mingyu and his classmates went on a trip, Mu Zhan knew.
This was because Wen Mingyu sent someone to speak with Mu Zhan before he left school.
But Mu Zhan was conversing with the ministers in the court at the time; how could the palace servant disturb him. So, when he was done, the servant entered and reported that Wen Mingyu had long gone to eat and had come back to the palace afterward.
As soon as Mu Zhan heard this, his expression changed. The heart ultimately remained unstable, unable to forget Wen Mingyu running away. His first reaction was that he wanted to escape again.
But why should you make an extra effort to have someone come and say it if you want to escape. It just doesn’t make sense.
Even if his reasoning was sound, Mu Zhan temporarily couldn’t keep his panic at bay. He couldn’t rest until he could see the real person.
So he hastened to Taiji Hall right away.
His gaze immediately swept across the chamber in search of that figure after stepping through the temple.
The inner chamber was strongly perfumed with a sweet, fruity scent. Mu Zhan moved quickly and came face-to-face with the person curled up on the bed, a weird mound of clothing surrounding him.
Seeing the person, Mu Zhan’s tense heart finally settled.
Wen Mingyu was sound asleep when he appeared to smell his breath, opened his eyes, and began to awaken, albeit he was still not totally awake. His eyes were blank, a pale pink colored his cheeks, and his hair was disheveled with some dull strands sticking up.
He stood up while bracing himself against the pile of clothing.
Mu Zhan noticed that those clothes were all his. But why did Wen Mingyu take his clothes and pile them around his body to sleep so closely. It seemed as though Wen Mingyu could not sleep without him and had to clutch his stuff in order to do so.
Mu Zhan’s throat bobbed slightly. His heart instantly surged with an incomprehensible sensation.
Wen Mingyu crawled down the bed and stepped onto the floor. His robes were a little disorganized after he slept, and the lapels were a bit ajar, displaying a beautiful clavicle. The hem also had some creases, and below was a slender white calf. His white socks, one long and one short, were worn carelessly around his ankles.
His eyes brightened up when he saw Mu Zhan, and he seemed to want to leap into Mu Zhan’s arms.
When Mu Zhan noticed it, he subconsciously wanted to reach out to catch him.
Wen Mingyu, however, came to a sudden halt, as if he had had a realization. Moving his hand, he placed it gently on his belly. He stared at Mu Zhan, his expression somewhat dazed and nonplussed as he spoke under his breath.
“I think I got…”
Mu Zhan stiffened in a twinkling.
I think he’s hungry again, incredibly
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Aw noooo the poor baby pulled his fur out hnggggg
Thabkies for the chappyy
I really like that detail, given that it’s a real stress response in animals!
Yes, don’t drink baby! Not good for the belly~
Thank You for the new chapter ♡(> ਊ <)♡
Ahaha darn that Yu Mu – great misdirection after eating all the dishes . I wonder what Mu Zhan will make of the Mu Zhan nest? Luckily Wen Mingyu didn’t shred them like a hamster would have 😄
That was smooooth!
Pregnant? Nesting, not drinking, needing scent…