The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine is an OCh59.1 - Heat (1)

Translator: ChiFu

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Wen Mingyu’s entire body froze up.

How could you practice this?

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He almost thought he was conducting some kind of academic research.

There was definitely a good reason why he would make a special effort to explain to Mu Zhan what A/B/O was. Since the heat period was misdiagnosed as a serious illness in the past, he didn’t want to frighten Mu Zhan next time and cause him worry. So, of course, he had to clarify it beforehand. XmgobG

And Mu Zhan was an Alpha, though he was unaware of it himself. In this day and age, he was afraid that his other form would still be viewed as a monster. Wen Mingyu wanted to tell him that he was not the only one here and that it was a normal thing.

Wen Mingyu believed that mutual understanding was crucial between partners. Because it was related to them both, he took his time to provide the A/B/O facts that he himself was aware of.

As a result, Mu Zhan was very good at grasping the point.

Wen Mingyu: “…”

“That, I don’t think we need practice, right?”

It felt like everyone straight up got it right away. Besides, wasn’t practice just doing exam questions, no different from taking the exam directly?

He didn’t want to admit it. He was actually a bit of a wimp.

He sat on his knees, unconsciously gripping the fabric on his calf and squeezing out a crumpled mess. Mu Zhan’s fingers hooked through the bottom of his palm, lifting up his hand and slowly kneading his fingers along with it. He worked very gently, rubbing them tenderly over the skin, as though kneading his fingers was not the only thing he was doing—he was also relieving his nervousness and smoothing out the crumpled mess. Qtnhl

Mu Zhan interlocked their fingers, gazed at him, and said in a quiet, careful tone, “It’s necessary. I don’t want you to get hurt. I think we will both enjoy ourselves.”

That burning, straightforward gaze seemed to carry a vivid heat that could practically scald someone.

Wen Mingyu behaved a little evasively. He instinctively wanted to move out of sight, but Mu Zhan prevented him from doing so. He cupped his chin, his eyes were deep and calm, and his voice was husky and bewitching. “Don’t you want to?”

Wen Mingyu was in a trance for a moment. Feelings and reason were warring fiercely in his head. 1hO qR

Mu Zhan continued, “It’s just practice, not really a permanent mark.”

In just one sentence, Wen Mingyu’s feelings instantly ignited like a bottle of impetuous potion, and with strength suddenly becoming overwhelming, reason quickly lost the fight and retreated in a swift fashion.

Wen Mingyu nodded.

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One night passed.

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.

It was the usual time to rise, but Wen Mingyu remained huddled under the brocade quilt, reluctant to move. He seemed to have traveled back in time to when he first learned to ride a horse. Similar, but not as intense; it ached more, feeling that neither of his legs belonged to him.

Mu Zhan had long since woken up and opened his eyes. But he didn’t rise, nor did he allow the palace servants to disturb them. If it were not for the holiday period during the New Year, he would really have the behavior of a hedonistic ruler and forgo the early morning court from then on. ucdYh0

Hedonistic ruler Mu Zhan lay on his side with one palm supporting his cheek, just watching his own “source of calamity.” He didn’t feel bored, however, and with a smile on his face, he picked up a lock of Wen Mingyu’s hair and methodically coiled it around his finger.

Wen Mingyu was stared at by someone for so long that his scalp went numb. His mind couldn’t stop conjuring up certain images. It’s not that he didn’t like it; he just couldn’t get over it. He couldn’t act serious while looking at Mu Zhan’s face and just wished to bury himself in shame.

So he rolled to the inner side of the bed, curling up under the quilt and shaping himself into a burrito with just his head visible. He then arched again, covering his head as well.

In this manner, the loosely coiled lock of hair on Mu Zhan’s finger naturally spiraled away under the skin of his hand, leaving only a light tickle. AnMuGD

Mu Zhan watched him as he covered himself completely with the quilt. This little ostrich look felt just excessively adorable, and he couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Do you not fear getting smothered?”

The burrito moved, appearing to be shaking its head.

The mirth in Mu Zhan’s eyes intensified even more. He propped himself up on the soft mattress and got up. “I’ll get up first,” he whispered as he gave the quilt a gentle pat. MgZGfn

Following that, he really did turn around and get out of bed to wash and change.

Wen Mingyu listened to the movement outside and thought that the person had gone away. Thus, he stuck his head out and released a long breath, his hair a bit disheveled, messy and puffy, and his face red from stuffiness and something else.

He was aware of how unproductive and a bit cowardly this was, yet he just couldn’t stop himself. Mu Zhan before him was like a walking motion picture, whose contents were indescribable. He didn’t dare look at him.

Through the misty bed curtains, one could only vaguely see the silhouettes outside. Since he didn’t want to get out just yet, he had to wait for Mu Zhan to head to the imperial study before he could get up for good. SMs3K8

Wen Mingyu made up his mind and then sank into the pillow, planning to take a little squint for a while.

The quilt was abruptly lifted while he was in a daze. Startled, his eyes snapped open, and he saw a familiar, handsome face.

With a charming smile, Mu Zhan said, “I’ll help you apply medicine.”

Wen Mingyu firmly shook his head. It wasn’t even a wound. Medicine wasn’t necessary at all, as it would heal swiftly. Kd1z L

But Mu Zhan’s thoughts obviously didn’t align with his and were quite persistent. Wen Mingyu then said he would handle it himself, but Mu Zhan gripped the medicine box tightly and said in a low voice, “It’s not convenient for you. Wasn’t I the one who used to administer the medicine before?”

Wen Mingyu ultimately couldn’t resist and was coated with medicine.

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After all this, Wen Mingyu gave up on defeat and quit being a burrito. He washed and changed as usual. Wasn’t that what it was? It’s not like it’s a permanent mark. Mu Zhan could be so cool and unflustered, of course he could, too.

Wen Mingyu had a nonchalant expression on his face. Up until breakfast time, the nonchalance was maintained very well. Mu Zhan scooped congee and took a sip. He suddenly coughed violently when he saw that, which startled the palace servants waiting outside for fear that he had choked to death. However, they were not called in by the emperor, so they naturally dared not move. BZRk0J

Inside the hall, Mu Zhan was helping him smooth his back, patiently patting him gently.

Wen Mingyu shook his head, flushed, and said he was okay. Mu Zhan looked at him and thought his throat was still sore from that recent groundbreaking cough, so he said, “Don’t be in such a hurry. Have some good food that goes down well first.”

He pushed a bowl of congee over to him.

Wen Mingyu shook his head at that instant, once again stating he was fine before picking up the rest of his morning meal. nwBsat

Mu Zhan, at first, was perplexed. He glanced down at the sticky and soft congee in the bowl and soon thought of something. He smiled, stirred the soup twice, and continued to sip the salty and savory congee. His face, as he sipped, was as if he were indulging in some rare delicacy.

Wen Mingyu silently glanced at him before averting his eyes.

…

Everyone in the country was aware that the current emperor was getting ready for a grand wedding ceremony since the imperial edict of appointing an empress descended into land. RjXTDM

Like a sudden thunderclap raking the earth, it terrified a lot of ministers to death.

Before the year was over, they had lost all composure.

The selection by which the emperor chose the empress was not like the marriage of a commoner; there was so much at stake that it may set off a firestorm, especially for the ambitious ones.

Someone hurried into the palace to request an audience with His Majesty. Mvzad6

Mu Zhan did not forbid them either, and he allowed the people to come.

That courtier knelt and implored His Majesty to reconsider.

Mu Zhan rested his chin on one hand and said, “On what grounds? Let’s hear it. If it sounds reasonable to this one, he will rescind the edict.”

It seemed that he was easily convinced, and the idea of appointing an empress wasn’t very firm either. NRnidL

The courtier hastened to deliver his mental draft, spilling out voluminous paragraphs one after the other. But in short, he roughly meant that the empress’s position was extremely important for a mere son of a concubine of the ruined Marquis to fill, and becoming a concubine was the best he could qualify for.

Mu Zhan turned a deaf ear, and only halfway there did he impatiently cut in and coolly say, “Then, who does my dear subject think is suited to be the empress?”

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The courtier named two noble ladies, both of whom were notorious capital beauties.

But Mu Zhan replied, “This one believes you missed the point. Someone is more suited than them.” G2vgaF

“This humble minister is slow-witted. I look forward to Your Majesty’s guidance.”

“This one thinks your daughter is just fine.”

“This…This subject’s daughter has neither talent nor appearance. I fear she’s not worthy of Your Majesty, and she’s already engaged…”

“It’s just an engagement. It’s not like you’re already married. What’s the big deal.” kdlEjX

“This, I’m afraid this is improper…”

“What is improper in there? Are you not also very keen on meddling in this one’s marriage? This one thinks it’s quite common. So tomorrow—no—today, let your daughter enter the palace.”

That courtier shivered and kneeled on the ground in a hurry to confess. Who didn’t know the principle of shooting the beard that pokes its head out? He didn’t want to come, but he, the unlucky head that was pushed out, had to go.

Mu Zhan merely watched him shiver in fear, during which he took a sip of tea and a bite of the sweet, soft pastry. He scowled, and even still, he swallowed it. That leisurely stance had little to do with a tyrant and was more fitting of that of a young nobleman. prZF4Y

But the courtier who was kneeling below didn’t even loosen up; on the contrary, he grew more terrified. At least now that the fire had died down, it was possible to know to what degree it was. Like now, instead, there was a kind of unknown fear, as if anything could go wrong at any moment. He had already figured out what to write in his suicide note and what to settle with his wife and children… No, mostly likely the whole family, even the dog who was not spared, would have to go together.

After a long time, Mu Zhan opened his mouth again, his tone flat and laced with cold intent. “This one is not interested in your daughter. Go back and have a good chat with your people. Anyone who believes that life has a long fuse is welcome to pipe into my personal affairs. If one comes, this one will kill them.”

Though the words were light, they were like the force of a boulder slamming down on the courtier, even giving off a strong odor of blood. There would never be anyone who thought that Mu Zhan was only throwing words around. If they dared to do so, Mu Zhan would really order a beheading.

That courtier didn’t expect to live another day. He left the palace in a trance. Being a little official with no lofty family as his backing, he naturally had limited influence in the official circle. But on the matter of the appointment of the empress, he felt that he could see things more clearly than others. ilxHd7

They were scheming for power interests and felt that there was nothing to gain for that concubine’s son to be empress, but was His Majesty someone who was easily swayed by the choices of others? Once he set his mind to it, there was no such thing as failure. Why bother provoking a despot and causing unnecessary bloodshed and loss of life.

They warned that the scourge was disastrous for the country and that the emperor, as they were afraid, would become a besotted ruler. But if the emperor was not allowed to appoint his empress, then he would be a tyrant. It’s better to be besotted than despotic, isn’t it? Things are different when you have a family. Isn’t His Majesty’s temper much milder now?

These were his thoughts, but not everyone else shared the same idea. Although each had their own goals, Mu Zhan ultimately succeeded by physically persuading them all. Even if they had objections, they dared not voice them. After all, voicing it out meant giving away their heads.

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