The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine is an OCh5 - Grapes

Translator: ChiFu

Wen Mingyu instinctively followed the source of the disturbance and didn’t expect to see Mu Zhan’s bloodshot eyes. His forehead was protruding with veins, and his face was in an unsightly state. He appeared to be enraged and intent on killing someone. fnZQqO

Wen Mingyu’s heart pounded, and he immediately wanted to run away so that he would not be located by Mu Zhan, lest he become the unlucky one to be killed.

But everything occurred so swiftly. He was instantly spotted by Mu Zhan, who stepped toward him with wild rage in his eyes.

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.

The amazingly heavy weight was like a massive tsunami coming in layer upon layer, making it impossible to breathe. It was tough to keep one’s weak knees from collapsing, and it was like having a thousand pounds of pressure pressing down on you.

Wen Mingyu, despite having a feeble frame, managed to stay upright by sitting on the stool. 1hncdH

In just a few seconds, Mu Zhan approached him, his imposing figure throwing a shadow that covered Wen Mingyu with the light at his back.

The oppression grew more intense as he advanced.

Wen Mingyu’s body tensed in alarm, scared at what might come next.

Mu Zhan came over, surrounded by a violent energy that suggested something dreadful was going to occur. He bent down and reached out to Wen Mingyu, who was so frightened that he believed he was going to squeeze his neck and kill him—all the hair on his body shot up—when he was about to run away, he saw that hand——picking up a grape and placing it in his mouth.

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Wen Mingyu had become frozen solid.

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The contrast was so stark that he failed to respond. IKP2iY

Mu Zhan, however, quickly consumed half of the grapes he had peeled. He then seized his wrist and placed it on the unpeeled grapes, appearing to despise his immobility and sternly commanding, “Carry on.”

Wen Mingyu: “…Oh.”

Just keep peeling grapes.

But how could he keep up with the speed of someone who was eating one mouthful at a time while he painstakingly peeled grapes? GqM80o

Soon after Mu Zhan had finished eating the grapes that had been peeled, his line of sight fell on Wen Mingyu’s hand.

Although Wen Mingyu’s body was tense and he made an effort to accelerate, being observed made him even more anxious. He struggled a little with his peeling because of the pressure.

Wen Mingyu’s hands were beautiful, with symmetrical bones that were long and fair. The dark purple grapes were even more delicate and smooth after being squeezed. Anyone looking at him wouldn’t probably let him lift a finger. Mu Zhan, however, wasn’t listed among “anyone.”

Wen Mingyu had finished peeling the grape in his hand when Mu Zhan, who appeared to be running out of patience, seized his hand that was holding the grape and put it in his mouth. I0sdhl

The berry was compressed between Wen Mingyu’s fingers, making it ineluctable that they would readily bite into his fingertips. Wen Mingyu could definitely feel a warm, moist touch on the tip; it was so hot that he was compelled to recoil. But his wrist was held in place, and he was unable to move.

What’s more, Mu Zhan accidentally or unwittingly scrolled the grape’s juices away from his juice-stained fingers.

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There was a numbing sensation brought on by the soft touch.

Wen Mingyu’s eyelashes fluttered, and he couldn’t help but gently curl his fingers. SnFvoa

Mu Zhan chewed on the grape while keeping his eyes on him, like a ferocious beast on its prey, wanting to swallow him whole.

Wen Mingyu felt the surge of an oncoming crisis in his head. After consuming the grape, Mu Zhan held on to his hand while biting his finger as if he were about to eat it as well.

Instead of recklessly struggling, Wen Mingyu said, “Your Majesty, I have to keep peeling grapes for you.”

Mu Zhan held his gaze for two seconds before releasing his hold on his hand gradually. Wen Mingyu instantly shifted back, picked up a grape, and pretended to be occupied. IgHzfB

After Mu Zhan ate the peeled grapes, the red streak left his eyes. His dismal, emotionless face gradually relaxed, returning to its calm and indifferent appearance.

Then he stood up and made his way to the door, where he handed Zhao Dequan some instructions.

Wen Mingyu exhaled internally in relief as he left, and his body immediately relaxed. Nothing made him happier than to sag on the table and do nothing.

Wen Mingyu could occasionally hear talk coming from the doorway, but all he could make out was Mu Zhan giving instructions to take down someone. xI1HND

It should be the same person who had something to do with the memorial just now.

Wen Mingyu pushed himself to change his thoughts. It would do no good, so don’t bother listening.

When Mu Zhan returned, continuing to read the memorials and refusing to eat any more, Wen Mingyu was left to eat on his own.

Wen Mingyu was not polite; after nearly passing out from fear just now, how could he not eat something to calm himself? Kzy9l4

He bit into a grape, letting the juice splash on his lips as he did so, and found it to be just as sweet and delectable as he had expected.

Wen Mingyu squinted his eyes and took comfort in the delicious fruit.

He was in the middle of eating a bunch of grapes when he suddenly realized that Mu Zhan had bitten his finger, so wouldn’t it have some…

Wen Mingyu sat stoically for a brief period of time, and his mood was nebulous—he was neither eating nor not eating. btK08g

He took a moment to pause, covertly cleaned his fingers with his handkerchief, and then quickly averted his gaze from the faint teeth marks on his thumb. He carried on eating, pretending nothing had happened.

After finishing the grapes, Mu Zhan let him return.

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Thereafter, some imperial pastries and fruits would be present on the table when Wen Mingyu came to visit. The vast majority of them then entered his stomach.