When Wen Mingyu opened his eyes, he beheld classic curtains that seemed to be only seen in ancient times, with delicate, exquisite needlework and elaborate patterns etched on the bedposts.
He squinted in disbelief before realizing that: oh yes, he had transmigrated.
There’s no need to do laborious work.
He rolled over and proceeded to sleep in his bed.
It’s been half a month since he crossed over from the interstellar era to this, an ancient blue star from thousands of years ago. As soon as he entered, his father, the Marquis of Guangyang, instructed that he be sedated and taken to the Imperial Palace before he could even become acquainted with the surroundings.
At that moment, he was powerless and in a daze all over, and vaguely, a middle-aged man in an ancient costume gazed down at him and sternly warned him, “For so many years, the Marquis has supported you. Now, in turn, you ought to repay him by behaving earnestly towards His Majesty. If you can’t last in the imperial palace, don’t even think of making it out alive either.”
Having stated that, the man appeared too lazy to glance at Wen Mingyu again. He tossed down a sentence about observing him closely, then walked away with a flip of his sleeves.
Wen Mingyu was suddenly shouted at in his face. Even if he wasn’t the original owner, his hand clenched, and he wanted to smack that jerk of a father with a good beating.
Wen Mingyu gradually grasped the overall scenario based on this body’s memories and the hushed murmurs of the servants.
The original owner of this body was the child born to the Marquis of Guangyang and his concubine. His biological mother, due to dystocia, died while giving birth to him, and he was quickly forgotten. The reason why he was eventually remembered after more than a decade was because the Marquis of Guangyang made a slip of the tongue in court, and so, he sent one of his sons to the Imperial Palace to be presented to the tyrant.
The original owner was unable to handle such a hefty burden and opted to end it himself. Wen Mingyu then came over to him.
Upon hearing the story from his servants, the Marquis of Guangyang did not show a shred of concern for the concubine’s son at all. Instead, he was furious with him for defying death. Hence, Wen Mingyu was later drugged and transported to the palace.
In the view of the Marquis of Guangyang, this son of his was only a worthless pawn who had been discarded. When he arrived at the palace, he would be quickly put to death by the tyrant. It was sufficient as long as the person being delivered was in good condition.
All of these were what he experienced after passing over, and at present, he had been in the palace for ten days.
He shuddered in fear and panicked at first when he learned he would be serving the tyrant in his bed. He thought that he was like cannon fodder in a movie that would never get past the first act. But, after his arrival at the palace, he was placed in an isolated temple, where three meals a day were delivered to his door, and he was attended by the palace servants.
People’s nerves cannot remain tense all of the time. Wen Mingyu waited for a few days and discovered that nothing wrong had occurred. As a result, he unconsciously loosened his nerves. It’s true that in this vast place, he was a minor figure, a nobody with little significance and not eye-catching at all. Perhaps the emperor had long forgotten about him.
Wen Mingyu eagerly looked forward to the emperor not rising to his feet and simply letting him stay here at home.
If we overlook the risky peril of the tyrant, then living in the Imperial Palace is nothing short of wonderful. He was very pleased with himself. He doesn’t need to spend all hours of the day and night doing hard labor, and he still can get great food and drink on a daily basis.
In the world he originally lived in, Wen Mingyu was an orphan who had no parents. He had to take part-time jobs in order to cover his tuition fees and living expenses to support himself. Furthermore, he is an omega and must purchase costly inhibitors to embosk his gender and masquerade himself as a beta, or else he would be compelled by the Alliance to enter a wedlock and bond with one or even more unfamiliar alphas.
This is due to the fact that omegas are uncommon and valued beings.
And finally, rather than hiding like before, Wen Mingyu now rests content on the enormous king-sized bed, with a heart and a half as he rolls and clutches his brocade quilt.
What a blast.
Out of sheer joy, two rabbit ears emerged out of nowhere on top of Wen Mingyu’s head, lightly resting against the side of his face. He was lying on his back, face sunk into the pillow, and a little ball of chalky fur popped under his rear waist.
This is Wen Mingyu’s animal form as an omega. Both A and O are born with another form that manifests when they are inflamed with emotion or physiologically in distress.
Wen Mingyu is a lop-eared rabbit, but when he lies on his back, he mirrors a floppy mass of soft jelly, making people want to prod his buttocks to test whether he truly wiggles and shakes like jelly.
After squinting for a few seconds, he felt a mild itch on his face. When he reached out to touch it, he knew that the tail of his ear had slipped out again, so he quickly retracted it.
San Xi, a palace servant, walked over not long after he had put it away, politely pausing a few feet away and inquiring meekly. “Is the Young master awake? Do you want your servant to prepare your washing basin now?”
Wen Mingyu voiced out a reply, and San Xi, clothed in the eunuch’s attire, turned around and carried in a basin full of water for him to wash and rinse.
Wen Mingyu observed his reflection in the water while washing his face. The owner of this face was strikingly similar to his previous appearance; even his name was pronounced similarly. It was far too coincidental. Perhaps it was because of this similarity that fate let him cross over to this place?
Another peculiar issue is that if he traveled over here and changed bodies, then how does he still retain the characteristics of an omega. Could it be that he traveled with the original owner? Is this really his body?
Wen Mingyu floated for a moment, perplexed. When he came to, he glanced down and rubbed his face with his hands.
San Xi took the soft cloth in both hands, which had already been infused with exactly the proper amount of water for him. “Young master.”
Wen Mingyu: … Oh dear, I accidentally rubbed my face with my paws. Not quite a behavior that humans should engage in.
He grabbed the saturated cloth and scrubbed his face gently and methodically, in accordance with the conduct of human behavior.
He sat down for breakfast after rinsing his face. Wen Mingyu realized someone was absent and enquired casually, “Where’s You Fu?”
San Xi hesitated for a while before speaking softly, “… He’s gone to work.”
Wen Mingyu bit into the meatbun. He wasn’t a dunce. You Fu was appointed to come over and attend to him. There was nothing here to do; he realized that he had no future and moved someplace to seek chances. It was a common occurrence for ordinary people; it was understandable.
As a result, Wen Mingyu didn’t react much after hearing this and resumed enjoying his breakfast meal with great relish. In the past, he used to eat nothing but expired nutrients. Thus, where would he get the chance to have a steaming, warm, and tasty meal.
He loves to cross over, and traveling back makes him happy.
He now claimed to be chained to this amazing ancient star!
Wen Mingyu’s eyes curved as he ate, oblivious to the fact that San Xi was discreetly staring at him.
Over the course of a few days, San Xi gradually came to know the master he was serving, who was very handsome, good-natured, cheerful, and easily pleased.
If it were an ordinary person who had been delivered to a tyrant, then he’s afraid they would be terrified to the point of fainting, and they could only bathe their cheeks with tear drops all day long; they would not be in the mood to eat or sleep. However, this master did his hardest to remain calm, never unleashing his frustrations on his servant, and not being nitpicky enough even if the meal merely had three dishes. He always wore a lovely grin, making people automatically relax and feel better.
At his side, San Xi deemed himself fortunate to be able to attend to such a master.
San Xi came forward to clear away the cutlery after Wen Mingyu finished his meal. He naturally showed his gratitude and smoothly attempted to assist, only to be instantly turned down again. “Young master, these are a servant’s duties.”
Wen Mingyu couldn’t avoid but remember a restaurant review he once saw on the Star Network, in which the netizen stated that they accidentally made eye contact with the waiter’s eyes, and they promptly did a hundred meter dash to ask you what you needed. They were so thoughtful that if they could, they would even help you use the lavatory.
Even if he hadn’t been in one previously, this would have been a sample of the sort of service that is so immaculate down to the smallest things that it’s a little overwhelming and awkward.
He does not have to work from dawn to dusk, so Wen Mingyu is quite indolent. He went as far as to lie down by the window and watch the scenery, savoring the gentle breeze sweeping past his cheeks, which was absolutely relaxing and unhurried.
As he looked out into the courtyard, he spotted lush and verdant timothy grass on the ground, resembling a rabbit’s ears a little.
Wen Mingyu sprung to his feet, dashed outside like a blast of wind, plucked a small handful, wiped it clean, and snapped it into his mouth. His eyes sparkled—the food was much more delectable and sweet than he had expected!
When San Xi returned, he mentally recalled his awe the first time he encountered his stunning master.
He was like an absolute beauty with flesh of ice and bones of jade, with satin-like, pitch black hair hanging low, his picturesque eyes and brows, and lips that seemed even more pristine and striking. It matched the peach blossom carrying spring, and was extremely intoxicating.
He has the beauty of an eternal with a breathtaking countenance and a reserved demeanor.
If His Majesty caught sight of him, he was certain his mind would be shaken to dote on him.
San Xi lamented with a sigh and turned to face ahead. He wasn’t prepared to see the immortal-like master he had in mind squatting under a tree, nibbling grass!
… ! ! !
San Xi’s eyes widened in horror, as if he couldn’t believe it.
The young master has gone mad!
While the young master’s appearance appears to be good-looking while grazing, anyhow, he is still gorging on grass!
Eating!
Grass!
San Xi immediately built up a lot of drama in his brain and stared at Wen Mingyu with pity and grief in his eyes. He took a rapid step forward, yanked the timothy grass from Wen Mingyu’s grasp, lured him inside the room, and fetched a plate of exquisite pastries.
Wen Mingyu was gleefully eating the rabbit’s favorite grass one second, and then his hands were abruptly barren.
On his face was a lost look.
San Xi looked at him gingerly and said, “Hasn’t the Young master had his fill? There are still pastries remaining here, so if there is anything you have in mind, do instruct this slave. No matter how hungry you are, you can’t graze.”
What…
Wen Mingyu responded half a beat late. In this world, there are only two sexes: male and female. People do not have animal forms and definitely do not consume timothy grass directly. At best, it is utilized as a medical component; consuming it as a meal is not possible.
Wen Mingyu ate his pastries dumbly, one mouthful at a time.
So, was he being treated as a madman just now?
Wen Mingyu furtively hid his face behind his hands. He was so ashamed that he couldn’t wait to dig out an underground tomb and drill into it with his cold feet.
San Xi, on the other hand, assumed that his young master was already stressed and bewildered to the extent of eating grass. If he really meets His Majesty, then it’s best to bid farewell to this world. San Xi was also hoping in his heart for His Majesty to not come here.
But the problem with life is that it frequently contradicts one’s wishes.
After withdrawing from court, the tyrant came later today.
Initially, it was just what Wen Mingyu had hoped for: the tyrant, Mu Zhan, had apparently forgotten about his existence in the Imperial Palace. However, the Marquis of Guangyang’s sworn foe had purposefully mentioned the subject in court.
A thud in his heart, the Marquis of Guangyang lifted his eyes to gaze at the one seated on the imperial throne. With a poker-face and imposing authority, he indifferently said, “Indeed, I had forgotten. This one will check it later. There is no place for an ant in the palace.”
Is the insect he refers to the beauty that was offered to him, or something else?
At the bottom, the courtiers’ hearts squeezed, and they hung their heads, each buried with their own sentiments.
As he stated previously, after the morning court session, Mu Zhan truly went to visit the man sent by the Marquis of Guangyang.
Wen Mingyu was completely in the dark. He pondered sitting in the courtyard again after eating some pastries, but as his one foot stepped out of the threshold, he was caught off guard by the eyes of someone not far away.
The surrounding palace servants prostrated reverently, not daring to utter a noise.
The sole man on its feet is dressed in a basalt-colored robe with embroidered golden threads on his cuffs and is adorned by auspicious cloud patterns that surround a majestic, lofty five-clawed dragon of great nobility, with an intricately patterned ink-colored sash that is laced around his waist. The robe embracing him is of an authentic royal bearing.
The man’s eyes, though, are the hardest to avoid.
It was highly oppressive, invading with violent force.
For a moment, Wen Mingyu’s scalp tingles as his blood freezes at the sight.
Even if they had never met, he could still determine the identity of the man before him. People portrayed him as capricious, unstable, and hostile—a tyrant who wantonly does evil at his pleasure.
With a thinly veiled, inquisitive glint in his eyes, the tyrant peered at him.
Wen Mingyu got the impression that his opponent’s faze had infiltrated his entire body, as well as his flesh and blood, internal organs, and even his thoughts. The whole person seemed to be naked without a shred of clothing, having nothing to cover.