The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine is an OCh6 - Pheromones

Translator: ChiFu

Mu Zhan summoned Wen Mingyu once more and had him sit to one side. 5YRuG7

After all this time, he found that the hearsay about the reputed tyrant did not seem to be totally reliable. For instance, in the careful handling of imperial court affairs, Mu Zhan was as restless as a wretched social animal.

He got up at four in the morning, washed, and dressed for morning court hearings. At nine in the morning, he left court to consult with several important ministers about governmental concerns. After lunch and a brief breather, he dove back into the sea of memorials and worked until it became dark.

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Wen Mingyu, in contrast, felt like a capitalist squeezing the workers under his hands dry as he sat with them while feasting on his snacks.

Silently sighing, Wen Mingyu picked up a melon seed and was about to crack it. Then he realized it might make a noise, so he decided to break it with his hands instead—only for the room to be so quiet that one could still hear the echoing sound of a snap. psZQ c

With a deadpan face, Wen Mingyu tossed the seed back onto the plate, as if he had done nothing wrong and it had nothing to do with him…

The Chief Steward and Wen Mingyu both cast glances in Mu Zhan’s direction, and, relieved to see that his eyes were still on the memorial with no reaction, they let out an uncharacteristic sigh.

The Chief Steward then moved forward, set another plate of pastries before Wen Mingyu, apologized softly, saying he would exchange it for a plate of his favorite crispy pasty, then took the place of melon seeds and turned to go.

Wen Mingyu assumed he was on his way to chastise the palace servant who had sent melon seeds in the emperor’s presence.

Soon, a young eunuch arrived with a fresh platter of pastries. Wen Mingyu downed two of them while staying quiet, felt his mouth dry, and drank more tea.

He had to admit that it was so wonderful to eat here that he wouldn’t have wanted to leave if Mu Zhan, a dangerous walking time bomb, hadn’t been around.

After half a day.

As he raised his head from the document and pressed his temples, quite weary, Mu Zhan considered taking a short rest. He cocked his head and cast a sidelong glance at Wen Mingyu. G132ci

Wen Mingyu was munching on a piece of cherry pastry with great delight, with half-squinted eyes and slightly puffed cheeks. When he suddenly felt someone’s gaze, he turned to look and quickly shut his mouth. He wiped the powder from the edge of his lips, stretched their corners, and smiled sweetly. A warm ray emanated from the entire person, resembling a little sun.

After giving him a quick two-second glance, Mu Zhan stood up, moved over to the long couch, sat down, relaxed, and closed his eyes.

Wen Mingyu chewed a large chunk of the pastry while secretly watching him.

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Apart from the issue of violence, he was unquestionably a very strong individual.

While subconsciously staring at the sleeping face, Wen Mingyu pursed his lips. Such an unrivaled appearance; such a big, beautiful man; such a pristine face—it was a shame not to punch it twice.

Wen Mingyu had learned a few days before that the tyrant had gone to his residence with the intention of slaughtering people but had later changed his mind. The tyrant was erratic. No one could predict what was on his mind as he behaved as he pleased with no remorse. IUbwpm

Wen Mingyu was terrified when he heard it. Furthermore, he was frightened by the tyrant every day. It was highly unlikely that his heart was free of grievances and rage.

A smile on my face and a MMP in my heart.

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This pack of memes accurately represented him.

A kick, a leg sweep, then an uppercut… maKgud

The devil in Wen Mingyu’s heart was kicking and punching the tyrant, wreaking havoc on him, and hitting him severely in retaliation—but of course, he couldn’t actually do that. That would be tantamount to courting death.

The face didn’t reveal the messy situation going on in the head, but anyone could see that the eyes were dimly menacing as they fixed themselves on him. If you didn’t know better, you could assume that the focused gaze was hiding some sort of impassioned, unspoken tale.

In spite of having his eyes shut tight, Mu Zhan appeared to be aware of the overwhelming gaze. He grimaced slightly and displayed some suspicious signs of awakening.

Wen Mingyu‘s head made a rapid 180, and he turned his attention to the dried fruit. TpVhvs

Mu Zhan only stirred as a result, failing to awaken. After letting out a small breath, Wen Mingyu set the dried fruit aside and rubbed his eyes. He was infected, perhaps because he had been anxious and tense for so long.

In an effort to revive himself, he blinked. But eventually, he simply collapsed on the table and dozed off.

The nap lasted a while, and he had no idea how long he had slept. He was in a stupor as he woke and looked around, and in the darkness, a candle flame not far away was waving at him.

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Wen Mingyu, who hadn’t come to his senses, was confused.

Chief Steward Zhao Dequan came up to him, bowed down, and said, “Wen-gongzi, His Majesty has commanded that he have his servant send you back after you have awoken from your siesta,” while smiling warmly.

Wen Mingyu was baffled. “…Oh, good.”

Then he yawned as he followed the eunuch and made his way slowly back. lE8tTJ

On the way, he was still pondering the tyrant’s whereabouts as he moved. Where did he go? Back at work again? Upon discovering he was asleep, he actually hadn’t lashed out at him?

He was both fortunate and terrified in the aftermath, yet something about it continued to feel terribly off.

The tyrant’s heart was like a needle on the sea bed.

Sure enough, he couldn’t understand him. EdpAfN

Now that he had returned, Zhao Dequan bowed to him and bade him farewell before heading back.

After finishing his evening meal, Wen Mingyu had another bath before retiring to bed.

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Probably because he had napped in the afternoon, he felt quite rested and had trouble falling asleep right away.

So he pondered life while he lay in bed. SknqcV

He had been frequenting the tyrant’s palace for a while. Slowly down the line, he grew increasingly uneasy and was filled with doubts and suspicions.

He spat that the tyrant needed a partner to sleep close to him. However, based on what he had heard, this had never happened before. The only person there was him. He was the only one singled out, even while the tyrant was making remarks about the memorials.

What for?

There ought to be a justification for everything, Wen Mingyu thought. Since the memorial was a confidential document, the emperor was not permitted to act in this manner ordinarily. It seemed as if he were very special, and one could tell just how special he was by Chief Steward Zhao Dequan’s attitude, who was now treating him with growing reverence. V3Lck0

Wen Mingyu didn’t believe the tyrant had instant feelings for him or anything along those lines. He should have a significant role in being left behind.

For instance, the tyrant could sleep peacefully if he was close by.

This was largely proven after multiple instances of comparable circumstances. He had given the cause some thought. The biggest possibility by far—and the one he least expected—was that his pheromones had a placating effect on him.

In general, pheromones are unnoticeable to regular humans, and only A and O can sense them. Even if he tried, Wen Mingyu could not deny it, even if he wanted to. From the first meeting, the startling oppressive force and ferocity he perceived indicated that the tyrant was an Alpha, and a very strong one. TF5gyq

When the tyrant slammed the memorial in a fit of wrath, the hostile and exceedingly dangerous low pressure was even more convincing proof of his actions. He was startled at the moment and realized afterwards that he had in fact sensed a scent that had not been present before in the hall. It entered his body, strong and forceful. It was somehow reminiscent of the scent of wine he had previously encountered, but that vinosity was more mellow and pure than those cheap wines, such as the fabled jade dew.

Even though ABO was the norm in the future world, Wen Mingyu had heard that certain researchers had investigated when human evolution into Abo began. According to the experts’ findings, it might be traced back to the immemorial olden times, but because the number was so small back then, it’s possible that the ancients weren’t even aware of it.

They had no self-awareness, so it stands to reason that they had no conscious control over the pheromones.

The tyrant always sent forth a dreadful sense of oppression, in part due to this ferocious killing intent and in part due to the addition of pheromones. The fact that he could make even regular people feel intimidated was enough to demonstrate how dreadful his pheromone intimidation was. ECdtnW

If Mu Zhan was really an Alpha, that would be a headache.

Wen Mingyu changed into a palm-sized, lop-eared rabbit. His fluffy ears wiggled in tune with his movements as he banged his head against the pillow.

Finally, he flung himself down on his back in despair and began to roll around aimlessly, his short hind legs stirring the air.

There were undoubtedly causes for his entanglement and agitation. yOWcvd

He was sixteen this year, and an Omega’s heat often occurred when they were seventeen or eighteen. He had intended to persevere on his own since there were no inhibitors or suppressants in this day and age; it would be difficult, but it would be good to get past that period.

However, things were entirely different when an Alpha was present. When Omega was in heat, they would release a concentrated and bewitching pheromone that was very alluring to Alpha. In particular, if he frequently used inhibitors, the rebound would be stronger later. He would certainly not be able to resist; Mu Zhan would lose control….and it would be over.

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Heat was a term that the ancients were unfamiliar with. Others could view his heat as a serious illness if he went through it. If he met and touched Mu Zhan at that time, however, others would assume he had used some strong aphrodisiac on him, debauching him.

Wen Mingyu rolled from the head of the bed to the end, and from the end of the bed to the head of the bed, smacking the pillows and hugging them with his claws. My18u4

The round rabbit’s eyes narrowed, and he bit the edge of the pillow with a milky, fierce face.

Within a year, he must leave the Imperial Palace.