Mu Zhan had called Wen Mingyu once again and have him sat aside.
During this period of time, he discovered that the alleged rumors of the tyrant do not seem to be reliable. For instance, when he diligently deals with the affairs of the state, Mu Zhan is as busy as a poor social animal.
He would rise at four in the morning, rinse and get dressed then enter the court. Ater nine o’clock, he would continue to discuss state affairs with several ministers. Then, have lunch and rest for a while, then plunge again into a sea of documents until the curtain fell low at night.
In comparison, Wen Mingyu just eats snacks and sits beside him. He was like the degenerate, exploitative supervisor that acts like a capitalist squeezing his employees dry.
Wen Mingyu soundlessly sighed, picked up a melon seed and was about to knock it, but he thought that it might make some noise, so he cracked it with his hands instead. The consequence was, there was still a crisp sound because of how silent the room is, it was still a little obvious.
Wen Mingyu resolutely tossed the melon seed into the plate. So solemn, as if he had not done anything, and had no relation to what happened just now.
Both the head eunuch and Wen Mingyu cast a glance in Mu Zhan’s direction, and found that he was still looking through the memorials. They let out a sigh of relief in unison when there was no reaction, as if the man hadn’t noticed.
The head eunuch then came forward, opened his mouth to express his silent apology. He pushed another plate of pastries in front of Wen Mingyu. He then expressed that he would exchange the melon seeds for his favorite flaky pastries before picking the plate up and turning to walk out.
Wen Mingyu had a hunch that the head eunuch might find the palace servant who served the melon seeds in the Emperor’s presence and teach him a lesson.
Before long, a young eunuch brought a new plate of his favorite pastries. Wen Mingyu munched two quietly, then he felt his mouth dry, so he relished himself with a mouthful of tea.
He have to admit that it’s wonderful to eat here, if not for the fact that Mu Zhan, a dangerous time bomb is around, he wouldn’t want to leave.
Half an hour passed.
Mu Zhan raised his head from a pile of memorials, pressed the corners of his forehead somewhat wearily, and planned to rest for a moment. He inclined his head to look in the direction of Wen Mingyu.
Wen Mingyu happened to be in the middle of chewing a piece of walnut cookies. His eyes were half-squinted, cheeks slightly puffed out, and he appeared to be eating it with great enjoyment. All of a sudden, he felt someone’s gaze. As soon as he turned his head to look, he immediately sealed his lips, wiped off the powder stain from the corner of his mouth, and then curled his lips into a sweet, bashful smile. His whole being was like a small sun, oozing with warm light.
Mu Zhan just stared at him for two seconds. He then got up and went over, sat down on the long, soft couch beside him, leaned on it in a laid-back manner, and closed his eyes.
Wen Mingyu took a bite out of the crispy cookie and looked at him silently.
Lying on the soft couch, Mu Zhan with his droopy eyelashes, and ink hair cascading down loosely on his body, looked a little languid and carefree. After his pair of deep, cold eyes were covered, the contour of his face seemed to soften. In the absence of his usual horrifying demeanor, he showed rather a youthful air.
To be frank, when he first learned about it, he was in disbelief. This tyrant in front of him was actually only eighteen years old, and he was just two years older than him. If the said man was put in the future, he will still be a student, and maybe he still hasn’t taken the college entrance examination yet. Here, he has been on the throne for several years, ruling the country well.
Apart from his violent side, he was clearly a man with great power and strength.
Wen Mingyu pursed his lips and unconsciously stared at his sleeping face. His handsomeness unrivaled no one; such a beautiful man, it was a shame to not give a couple beating to such a flawless face.
The other day, Wen Mingyu heard that the tyrant initially visited him with the intention of sentencing him to death, but then later somehow changed his mind. The tyrant is unpredictable, does whatever he wants, and has no scruples. No one can guess what’s on his head.
Wen Mingyu had a burst of fear for a while after hearing about this. In addition, everyday he would tremble with fright and was always thrown into panic by the tyrant. It is certainly impossible to not harbor resentment and dissatisfaction in his heart.
I’m so angry, you son of a b*tch.
This meme is most certainly an actual portrayal of him.
An uppercut, one sweep of the leg, and then a kick…..
The devil in Wen Mingyu’s mind was pummeling and kicking the tyrant. He retaliated wantonly and was having a good time. However, in reality, naturally he can’t do it. He was not in a hurry to court death.
He was thinking something strongly, but his face didn’t display any sign of it. Yet, his eyes were too eerie, staring fixedly at Mu Zhan. The people who have no idea, might think that the reason behind his actions were those of a passionate like fire, indescribable story.
The sleeping Mu Zhan seems to feel his intense gaze. He frowned slightly, and there were impending signs that he was about to wake up.
Wen Mingyu’s face quickly made a U-turn and focused his attention on eating the dried fruit.
The ending result: Mu Zhan only moved, but did not wake up. Wen Mingyu breathed a little, put down the dried fruit, and rubbed his eyes. It was probably because he had been tense and nervous for a while, so he also felt a bit drowsy.
He blinked, trying to keep his spirit up. But to no avail, after a while, he lay on the table, and fell asleep.
He didn’t know how long he slept, by the time he opened his eyes; he surveyed his surroundings with a confused face. It was dark, and not far away were flickering candle flames.
Who am I? Where am I?
Wen Mingyu who just woke up had a bewildered face.
The head eunuch, Zhao Dequan, came up to him, bend over and smiled amicably, “Young Master, His Majesty has instructed this slave that when you wake up, this slave will send you back.”
Wen Mingyu was dumbfounded, “ Oh….. good.”
Yawning, he followed the eunuch and trudged back slowly.
On the path, he was still perplexed as to where the tyrant had disappeared to when he woke up. Where had he gone to? Is he working again? Seeing him sleeping, he surprisingly didn’t get pissed and punish him?
Although he felt grateful in the aftermath, at the same time, he felt strangely curious in his heart.
The tyrant’s heart was like the needle at the bottom of the ocean.
As expected, he can’t discern his thoughts at all.
When he returned to his dwelling, Zhao Dequan curtsied to him and said his farewell, before turning around to leave.
Wen Mingyu ate his evening meal, took a bath again, and finally threw himself into the bed.
Presumably, it must be because he had slept in the afternoon that he was quite energetic and could not fall asleep immediately.
He just lay in bed, pondering about life.
Throughout the time of his frequent visits to the tyrant’s palace to report his arrival, he was slowly filled with apprehension and speculation.
He grumbled about the tyrant needing someone to stay by his side while he fell asleep, but according to what he had inquired in addition to mulling it out; there was no such scenario before. Even when the tyrant was reviewing the memorials, he was the only one who was arranged to be placed on the side.
Why?
Wen Mingyu felt that there should be a valid reason for this. The memorials are confidential, and normally, the emperor wouldn’t show it to anyone besides himself. It appears that he is very special. One could tell from the reaction of the head eunuch Zhao Dequan, who was now treating him with increasing reverence.
In all certainly would Wen Mingyu not think that the tyrant fell in love with him at first sight or something along those lines. He must have some pretty important role to play since he was kept alive.
For instance, his presence could make the tyrant fall asleep soundly.
After a couple more situations, this point was basically confirmed. As for the reason, he had thought about it. The biggest possibility, and the one he least expected—-was that his pheromone had played a soothing role.
Typically speaking, only A and O can smell pheromones, and ordinary people Wen Mingyu was in denial, but from the moment he saw the tyrant; the astonishing oppressive force and aggression he detected indicated that the tyrant was an alpha, and a formidable one.
Last time, the tyrant was furious and angrily smashed the memorials. The hostility and extremely low pressure that he felt, was even more of a powerful evidence. At that time, he was terrified, and in hindsight, he actually smelled a scent that should not exist in the hall. It invaded his body, it was thick and powerful; the smell was a bit like the wine he had sniffed in his previous life. However, compared to those cheap wines, this smell was more mellow and pungent, just like the legendary jade dew.
Although ABO is the normal state in the future world he was once in, Wen Mingyu has previously heard that experts have conducted research about the human evolution into ABO. Experts have forwarded a speculation that perhaps it has traced back to distant ancient times, except that the number of records was very small at that time. The ancient people may not have even realized it.
Due to the lack of self-awareness, they naturally do not consciously control the pheromones.
The tyrant always instills a terrifying sense of pressure, partly because of his fierce killing intent, and partly because of his pheromones. Being capable of making even the ordinary people feel threatened, it was enough to show how terrifying the pressure of his pheromone is.
He would be in deep trouble, if Mu Zhan was really an Alpha.
Wen Mingyu changed into a palm-sized, droopy-eared rabbit with claws holding his head, he bumped against the pillow; his fluffy ears swaying as he moved.
In the end, he gave up on himself and rolled wildly around on the bed, his little short legs stomping into the air.
There’s certainly a reason why he’s so tangled and upset.
He’s sixteen this year, and an Omega’s estrus is commonly at the age of seventeen or eighteen. There are no inhibitors in this era, and he originally planned to go through it on his own. The process will be very painful, but it will be fine after that.
If there is an Alpha around; nonetheless, the situation is totally different. An Omega in the estrus period will emit off a thick and enticing scent, which is incredibly appealing to any Alpha. Particularly if he used inhibitors frequently, then the backlash will be even more intense afterwards. He won’t be able to resist postponing it, and Mu Zhan will also lose control….. Then, it’s over.
In ancient times, no one had the idea of what estrus is, and he would have endured it by himself. Others might only misinterpreted it as a serious illness, but if he happened to ran into Mu Zhan; others might assume that he placed some kind of potent aphrodisiac on the Emperor and seduced him.
Wen Mingyu rolled from the bedhead to the end of the bed, repeating it starting from the bottom and rolling to the bedhead again, then hitting the pillow and embracing it with his claws.
The rabbit’s round eyes narrowed, he bit the edge of the pillow and made a milk fierce image.
Within a year, he must escape from the Imperial palace.
Chifu: So many footnotes! I had fun searching in Baidu. I also apologize, some might be confused about what this memorial is all about. Will edit it in the previous chapters. Haha and I take that back y’all Wen Mingyu is the hidden boss.
Kidding aside, cute readers, don’t worry too much. ; D I won’t post a chapter next week because of school work and also let my aching right eye have a rest. So see you on March 11~ and it’s almost one month since I became a translator in CG! wow QwQ