Chapter 13: Can a Mad Tyrant Be Forced? [13]

Chapter 13: Will the Crazy Tyrant Be Forced Too? "13"

Upon hearing this, Mu Jin didn’t rush to answer Zhou Fuhai, but instead instinctively glanced over at Ying Huaifeng, who’d just said he’d taken care of Mu Siyang.

Mu Jin couldn’t tell what expression Ying Huaifeng had on his face right now, and just frowned as he asked:

"Are you sure you got rid of all of it?"

Ying Huaifeng helped him adjust his hair slightly, lowering his voice as he spoke:

"Don’t worry, I handled it all."

Not only had he handled it, he’d also left behind some interesting clues.

Ying Huaifeng thought back to what he’d done last night, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

As long as Mu Siyang followed the clues he’d left, he’d find out the snakes had been released by people Yun Fuyue had sent.

Knowing Mu Siyang’s temper, once he found out who’d set those snakes on him—and that they were Yun Fuyue’s people—he’d definitely handle it himself to get some leverage over Yun Fuyue.

And he’d already planted gu worms in those people. Once they made contact, the worms would take control and make them kill Mu Siyang.

Ying Huaifeng’s eyes narrowed at the thought.

He wouldn’t actually let them kill Mu Siyang—he still needed him to deal with Yun Fuyue. But letting him get hurt? That would be fine.

Mu Jin had no idea what Ying Huaifeng was scheming. Hearing that everything was taken care of, he just nodded and dropped it.

"In that case, help me get dressed. The Prince Regent’s injured—I should go see him no matter what."

Mu Jin said, and when Ying Huaifeng didn’t move, he reached out, felt around his waist, and pinched the soft flesh there.

These past two days, slapping him had made his own hand sore. He’d finally gotten a whip, but he’d only used it once before it went missing somewhere.

Mu Jin felt a little annoyed, quietly wondering what other ways he could teach someone a lesson without hurting himself in the process.

But he’d never bullied anyone like this before, so he couldn’t think of anything at the moment.

Ying Huaifeng let out a muffled grunt, his gaze shifting as he looked at Mu Jin, then grabbed his hand directly.

Mu Jin: "Huh? What are you doing?"

Ying Huaifeng traced his fingertip over Mu Jin’s wrist, smiling as he said:

"Nothing, just thinking about how weak Your Majesty’s grip is."

Seeing Mu Jin’s expression shift, Ying Huaifeng quickly changed his tune:

"But then I thought about it more—maybe it’s not that Your Majesty’s strength is weak, but that my skin’s just a bit thick."

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"Y-You! I-I-I! You actually made me—! Ying Huaifeng! How dare you?!"

His eyes trembled as he stared at Ying Huaifeng in disbelief, his mind completely blank, not even knowing what he was stammering about.

All Mu Jin could think was: Is Ying Huaifeng insane?!

Even if he was pretending to like him to earn his trust, there was no need to go this far!

Ying Huaifeng hadn’t expected His Majesty to react so strongly either, and he pulled his fingertips back as if he’d touched a hot stove.

His delicate, fair face instantly flushed a light red, his bright eyes wide with shock.

But more importantly...

Ying Huaifeng stared at the pair of small golden horns that had suddenly appeared on Mu Jin’s head, deep in thought.

Clearly, Mu Jin himself had no idea, staring blankly at his own hand even though he couldn’t see anything.

Such a bizarre thing, yet Ying Huaifeng only felt a brief shock before pulling himself together.

His Majesty was the Son of Heaven, an emperor—so what if he had dragon horns? Wasn’t that totally normal?

But...

This couldn’t be seen by others, especially those two who both wanted the throne but were too afraid to make the first move and give the other any leverage.

Ying Huaifeng’s gaze darkened. Just as he was wondering how to hide Mu Jin’s two dragon horns, Zhou Fuhai’s anxious voice came through again:

"Your Majesty! The Prince Regent’s men are here, saying they want to see you. Your Majesty? Are you awake?"

Zhou Fuhai paced anxiously outside, raising his hand three or four times but never daring to push the door open.

He couldn’t afford to offend Mu Siyang, but he couldn’t afford to offend Mu Jin either—either one of them could have him killed with a single word.

And now he was stuck right in the middle of the two of them.

Zhou Fuhai let out a long sigh, feeling like his head was about to split in two. He glanced at the Prince Regent’s subordinate, who was standing quietly not far away.

The other man just smiled at him, then dropped the smile and made a throat-slitting gesture with a blank face.

Zhou Fuhai: "..."

Zhou Fuhai nearly ground his teeth to dust before finally turning and pushing the door open.

"Your Majesty! The Prince Regent—"

Zhou Fuhai dropped straight to his knees after barging in, planning to shift all the blame onto Mu Siyang to soften Mu Jin’s anger.

But he’d only gotten halfway through his sentence when he saw the scene in front of him and instantly went quiet.

Mu Jin was half-holding onto Ying Huaifeng, his face slightly flushed, clothes hanging loosely off him, with a soft brocade blanket draped over his head.

Ying Huaifeng shot a cold glare at the still-dazed Zhou Fuhai and snapped, "Get out!"

Mu Jin turned his head and stared at him coldly, his expression just as dark.

Zhou Fuhai, having stumbled onto such a scene, was already as good as dead. Now, with both of them staring at him like that, how could he dare say anything else? He quickly backed out, closing the door behind him.

"My master was seriously injured in the palace last night, and His Majesty still hasn’t gotten up?"

A cold voice sounded from beside him. Zhou Fuhai turned to look at the speaker and forced a stiff smile:

"His Majesty is already up and getting dressed. Please wait a moment, sir."

The man's expression softened slightly, and he gave a small nod, saying no more before retreating to his original position to wait quietly.

The moment the door closed, Mu Jin grabbed his outer robe and looped it around Ying Huaifeng's neck.

He tightened his grip, grinding his teeth: "Ying Huaifeng! Do you believe I'll kill you right now?!"

Ying Huaifeng caught the robe, slowly pulled it away, and instead began toying with Mu Jin's hair, his tone turning even more brazen:

"Though Your Majesty may not like it, if you wish to see the light again and restore your legs, you'll have to keep me alive, won't you~"

As he spoke, he stared at the dragon horns on top of Mu Jin's head.

They were a little smaller than they'd been a moment ago.

His Majesty's little dragon horns were just as well-mannered as His Majesty himself.

Ying Huaifeng's heart went soft, and his fingers itched to touch them.

How could he discreetly stroke His Majesty's little dragon horns without getting himself killed on the spot?

Meanwhile, a flicker of surprise flashed through Mu Jin's eyes.

He had just learned from 648 that, due to his emotional surge, his dragon horns had also popped out.

[Ah, my dragon horns? I remember you told me this world is entirely human—no demons, no dragons. So isn't it a problem if the male lead sees my horns now?]

Mu Jin hesitated, briefly forgetting to pull away from Ying Huaifeng's embrace.

648 reassured him: "Don't worry, host. We're protected by heaven's rules. Things that don't belong in this world are invisible to others. Just put them away quickly."

Mu Jin breathed a sigh of relief. He really liked the food in this world and didn't want to fail the mission and leave so soon.

Ying Huaifeng had no idea what His Majesty was thinking.

All he knew was that just as he'd braced himself to take a few slaps to touch those little dragon horns—

The pair of golden horns tucked among his dark hair vanished from sight in an instant!

Ying Huaifeng: "!!!"

Ying Huaifeng's eyes widened, and he shot his hand out, but only touched soft hair.

Wait, he'd only hesitated for a second, and now they were gone?!

Mu Jin: "Ծ‸Ծ?"

Mu Jin: [Xiao Liu, why did the male lead suddenly hit my head? Also, I really think there's something wrong with him.]

[Are you sure that when he said he liked me before, it was just to let my guard down, and not that he actually has feelings for me?]

Mu Jin hesitated as he said this.

As far as he could remember, no one had ever liked him.

They all called him a scourge, so they schemed and used him without a second thought, only to abandon him in the end.

Mu Jin wasn't sure what it really meant for someone to like another person.

But Ying Huaifeng had said he adored him, and his attitude and actions were all pretty strange—it was hard not to overthink.

648 hesitated too, but then remembered that this was originally a [censored] novel, and the male lead had no romantic storyline at all.

He managed to convince himself again that Ying Huaifeng couldn't possibly fall for anyone, let alone a vicious cannon-fodder character.

"Don't worry, host. He's just a good actor. I'll arrange something for you in the next world, and then you'll know there's something called [censored] in this world."

648's voice was light, which sparked Mu Jin's curiosity, and he silently repeated the word "yingdi" (meaning "movie emperor") in his mind.

"Yingdi"—it didn't sound like something that would taste good.

Wait, if "yingdi" was connected to Ying Huaifeng, then it must be a person, not food.

Once he figured that out, Mu Jin's interest faded a little more.

In the end, Ying Huaifeng still dressed Mu Jin and carried him to the wheelchair.

After confirming once more with 648 that Ying Huaifeng truly didn't like him, Mu Jin let out a deep sigh of relief.

See? How could anyone possibly like him?

Faced with Ying Huaifeng's all kinds of behavior, Mu Jin could always come up with all sorts of unreasonable explanations to convince himself.

So much so that even when he was pinned beneath Ying Huaifeng, plied with cup after cup of wine, coaxed and tricked into lifting his legs—

Mu Jin was still trying to convince himself that Ying Huaifeng must have some reason for doing all this, but there was no way it was because he liked him!