Translator: ChiFu
Mu Zhan awoke from his sleep and opened his eyes. Everywhere he looked, there was only darkness. Only the dimly lit, hazy moonlight outside the window was visible to him.
But the surroundings’ familiarity and realism relieved him.
It turned out to be just a dream.
Just as he thought of this, he felt an odd touch brush against his hand. The plush touch pressed up against him, supple and still clearly warm. Like a small animal acting coquettishly, it twice brushed up against the back of his hand.
Mu Zhan suddenly froze, recalling in a second his dream where those little dumplings stuck to him, their heads bumping against one another as they sobbed and chirped for their father. A flock, not just one or two, besieged him.
This time, it seemed as though he had not awakened from the dream and was still there.
Until the soft, muffled sounds of sleep talk entered his ears.
Mu Zhan looked down and found that it was Wen Mingyu who had curled up while sleeping. He was tossing and turning in his sleep and itching to his side. This time, the rabbit ears were brushing on the back of his hand nonstop, making it feel as though his heart was also being tickled.
By the light of the moon, Mu Zhan’s eyes slowly roamed over Wen Mingyu’s sleeping face, paying particular attention to his brows, nose, and ears before finally landing on his lips.
As if budding petals, the fresh, vibrant red color was slightly parted and waiting to be picked.
Mu Zhan stared at it for a little while, his eyes growing darker.
In the dark, it was simpler to summon up latent motives in the depths of one’s heart. To indulge them, to let them spread heedlessly, like invisible vines all at once, and then to wrap Wen Mungyu securely around it, to imprison him completely, to seize total control.
Mu Zhan didn’t exercise self-control during the day, so it only makes sense that he wouldn’t even do so at night. In accordance with his heart’s desire, he stretched out to touch Wen Mingyu’s face, placing his fingertips against his delicate lips and applying light pressure to make a little indent.
Mu Zhan’s gaze was as heavy as he stared at him; his fingers rubbed slowly over the skin of his lips, intensifying the redness.
In his sleep, Wen Mingyu appeared to have sensed something. He suddenly opened his mouth to bite on it, thinking it was something tasty. He took several eager bites out of it. Chomp, chomp. However, he was disappointed by how bland it tasted and spit it out in disgust.
Mu Zhan’s fingers were slick, and the skin of those full lips was dripping with a transparent liquid. When he withdrew his hand, a thin thread of silk was still clinging to it.
Unaware, Wen Mingyu unconsciously pouted his lips and slept soundly.
And the one who was awake suffered.
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He didn’t know how long he sat there in the dark by himself before he laid down and went to sleep with reluctance.
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At the time, it was a false pregnancy instinct, but now that it has passed, there is no need for it. Additionally, Wen Mingyu felt ashamed in light of his dark history as soon as he saw the nest, and thoughts of the foolish things he had done in the past crossed his head. He wanted to clunk his head against the wall.
Despite how much he liked and could sleep in the nest, he firmly ordered, “There is no need for it, so put it all away.”
The palace servant was ready to reply when Mu Zhan, who was on the side, changed his expression and spoke out, “Hold on, all of you retire for a moment.”
The two of them soon found themselves alone when the palace servants quickly complied and respectfully withdrew.
Mu Zhan gave Wen Mingyu a meaningful smile as he turned to face him. “Previously acting spoiled and taking stuff from this one, and now you just casually claim you have no more need for them. What do you take this one for?”
Wen Mingyu couldn’t understand him. Wasn’t returning it a good thing. Why did Mu Zhan look less than happy instead?
He was a little perplexed. “I couldn’t sleep without holding Your Majesty’s clothes in a circumstance like that a few days ago, and there was truly nothing I could do to change it. What I did was indeed inappropriate, so why don’t I wash these clothes and give them back after? And also buy two new ones for Your Majesty?”
Of course, the ones he would buy would be incomparable to anything Mu Zhan wore in terms of quality and craftsmanship.
To his amazement, though, Mu Zhan smiled and nodded his head to say that it was okay. He said, “You don’t need to wash them, but the clothes you pick must be meticulously selected. You are prohibited from purchasing things arbitrarily and perfunctorily.”
Wen Mingyu nodded immediately and without hesitation. When he had recently amassed a fortune from the sale of his books, he had thought of purchasing something to give to Mu Zhan. But because he was stumped as to what to give, he thought about it hard for a very long time before ultimately choosing a gift on his way home from a meal with his classmates at the Yingxian House. Only then did the false pregnancy events occur, which were so shocking and stressful that Mu Zhan didn’t seem to be in a good mood. His emotions ebbed and flowed.
Wen Mingyu then didn’t take out the gift and properly store it away.
This time, it seemed like they could be given away together. He bought a belt that he had just glanced at in the first place. As soon as he saw it, he immediately thought of Mu Zhan, so he picked it up, believing that it would fit him well and look great on him.
Wen Mingyu set off to Imperial College after breakfast.
Even though Wen Minyu had only had a day off, it seemed like a lifetime had passed when he returned to class. The difference was probably that before the day off, he thought he was carrying a baby and would give birth in a few months. He was concerned about how to be a good father. However, it turned out to be a false pregnancy after the day off, leaving him bereaved and with nothing. The change was so big that people began to doubt their lives.
He took a seat at his writing desk and paid close attention to the teacher’s lecture.
Before long, the teacher called one of the Imperials to answer his question. The Imperial confidently stated his ideas. The teacher remained silent, but it was obvious that he was not very satisfied. Then he gave another Imperial a chance to answer, whose name was Chu Suli.
Without timidity, Chu Suli spoke pleasantly.
The teacher listened, nodding uncontrollably with a smile on his face, clearly liking her answer and praising her multiple times once she was done.
Considering how infrequently this teacher offered praise, the fact that he did in this case shows how much he admired and thought highly of this Imperial student.
Being praised made Chu Suli naturally happy, and despite her discipline, a small smile could still be seen at the corners of her lips.
Contrarily, the Imperial who answered the question before her had an unreconciled expression and clenched his teeth in anger, as if he felt terribly embarrassed to lose to a female. Sneering inwardly, he whispered something to the Imperial sitting next to him and nodded covertly, not knowing what had been conspired.
Between lectures, they took advantage of Chu Suli walking out of the classroom and obstructed the girl.
“A woman should go back to embroidering their wedding dress, wait dutifully for her parents to arrange her marriage, and then be a virtuous wife and mother. What good is it to go to Imperial College and study?”
“You think you’re impressive and brilliant because you can answer a few questions? If imperial examinations hadn’t just been opened to women and the standards for women hadn’t just been lowered, would you have been admitted? What a fortune to just squeeze out someone else’s spot.”
“Don’t say that. The teacher is simply trying to take care of her because women are fragile; therefore, he’s just saying nice things. Otherwise, what if she sobs and accuses us of harassing weak women? Gee, see, her eyes are getting red.“
“Haha, it’s strange how crying can still have some charm. I suppose if I propose a marriage, your dear father will surely be delighted.”
Before Chu Suli came to Imperial College, she had anticipated that something similar would occur and that some people might reject her. Although she had mentally prepared herself, he was still so furious when she heard it that she wanted to cry. But once she cried, those folks would feel even more liberated to act however they liked. She tried her best to restrain herself before turning around to leave.
Back to the classroom.
She kept her head down as she hurried by, but Wen Mingyu still saw the reddened corners of her eyes.
Then, the Imperials entered the room and said in a barking voice that women should not parade their faces and that they should submit to the three obediences and four virtues. The insinuation was extremely obvious. The voices were sharp and grating on the ear, just like the content of their words.
Chu Suli’s body trembled in rage as she clenched her fists.
Wen Mingyu couldn’t help frowning. “Shut it!”
Those Imperials looked over, their faces uncomely. “Wen Mingyu, do you have a problem with what we said? Those have been passed down from our ancient forefathers.”
Wen Mingyu’s face was frigid, and his ever-balmy eyes had taken on a bit of a fierce glare. “Is it necessarily correct just because something has always been done this way? The emperor has now proposed allowing women to take the imperial examinations. If you are dissatisfied with the actions of the emperor, you may go ahead and speak directly to him. Alternatively, it would be my pleasure to pass it forward for you.”
As a result of this charge, the men’s faces became white, and they became even more vicious towards Wen Mingyu.
“We’re merely talking about what our ancestors said. Wen Mingyu, don’t accuse people so broadly. It’s you who are so eager to defend Chu Suli and speak up for her. You like her, huh.”
Wen Mingyu sneered. “To help someone is to like them. Alright, then the day I’ll see you fall, I’ll be sure not to help you, lest you spread a rumor that I like you, which really sickens me.”
“… you!”
Wei Chen, who was listening to the exchange on the side and was somewhat baffled, chimed in, “Although there are some parts I don’t understand, it appears that you guys are looking down on Chu Suli? She may not be as good as I am, but you guys are notably less bright than her. Where did you get your confidence?”
The quiet Shao Yan added, “It’s lamentable to acquire a sense of superiority by trampling on others.”
While Ye Xu clapped his hands and laughed, as if he had found something humorous. “It’s been a long time since I’ve encountered people who are so unaware of themselves. The person who came in at the bottom of the assessment ridiculed those at the top of the list. What a fantastic case; how many people are going to die of laughter when word gets out.”
Earlier, a few of them had bullied Chu Suli, and now that they had entered college, one after another, their classmates ridiculed them back. Their words were blunt and brutal, making their faces turn blue as though their heavenly heads were about to explode. Even the Imperials who didn’t speak up regarded them with disapproval and contempt. Because they had less face to say anything else, they could only glumly make their way back and settle down at their own writing desks with their heads lowered.
Chu Suli raised her head and uttered sincerely, “Thank you.”
She turned to gaze at Wen Mingyu once more with a sincere attitude, as he was the one who spoke out for her first.
“It’s nothing,” all the imperials said. “In the first place, they are to blame. What’s wrong with women; you’re so good and smarter than most men. They are just envious of you.”
“That’s right. We’re fellow classmates, brothers and sisters who have cursed Yu Mu together!”
Everyone heckled together, and Chu Suli couldn’t help but smile. She was glad that she had plucked up the courage to attend Imperial College. Even though there were some abhorrent and nasty people, there were also many very good classmates.
After today’s class, Wen Mingyu went back to Taiji Hall.
It was inevitable that the events of the day would have some effect on his mood. However, it wasn’t obvious; at least San Xi and the servants didn’t notice it.
But when Mu Zhan returned, he saw it at a glance..
“Unhappy?”
Wen Mingyu initially didn’t want to answer, but after hearing Mu Zhan’s question, his heart suddenly relaxed. He had a desire to confide, like an aggrieved and uneasy shell that would only open its shell to its trusting person, revealing the soft meat inside that had been rubbed and bruised.
He sat down with his face towards Mu Zhan and put his hands languidly on the table. The cheek flesh extruded into a fleshy mess as they were pressed against his arms, and the lips instinctively curled up, displaying a hint of childishness.
ChiFu: heyaaa ChiFu here! So sorry for the long absence! So uni worked me like a dog and I have been there to the point my feet almost couldn’t touch the floor of my home. HA! I’m lacking sleep but yeah, fighting…!
Thanks for the chapter
Fighting!! I hope your university’s work will ended soon and with good results!!!
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Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Happy you’re back and hope you’re doing alright! Thanks for the chapter and I love how spoiled WMY has gotten and that he trusts MZ enough to confide, without the fear of being executed.
Now I’m just waiting for them to make some real cubs and fulfil MZ’s dreams.
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Me personally I would’ve kicked them in the balls
Hope your workload lightens Translator!! Get some sleep too!
I’ll show you sewing a dress! Kick! Kick! Kick!
Mu Zhan’s intelligence extends to how to be a good tyrant: he could force Wen Mingyu to do whatever he wants him to do, but instead he plays with him and makes it engaging and fun (even though Wen Mingyu doesn’t always realize he’s having fun 😄). And now he’s being rewarded with a smart lil bunny’s complete trust 🥰. I hope that isn’t jeopardized if Wen Mingyu comes home with a tyrant – sized peach colored dress 😂.
Thank you for your hard work!
Thanks for the chapter
Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️🤣
Ah, yessss, typical ‘manly’ men who need to gang up to state they reasons… =.=
Thank You for the new chapter ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)