Chapter 34: Can a Mad Tyrant Be Forced? [End]

Chapter 34: Can a Crazy Tyrant Be Forced Too? "End"

Mu Jin had a bad feeling about this, but Ying Huaifeng had already locked the door, came over to him, set two jars of wine on the table, poured two cups, and said with a grin:

"Your Majesty has gotten rid of a major worry today, so you can sleep easy from now on."

"I went out of my way to get two jars of fine wine to properly celebrate with Your Majesty~"

Mu Jin's eyelid twitched: "So why are you wearing a dress?"

Ying Huaifeng blinked innocently: "It's just a little hobby I've gotten into lately. If Your Majesty doesn't like it, I've got other options—you can pick one out for me yourself."

"After all, as long as Your Majesty picks it, I'll love it~"

Mu Jin: "..."

Ying Huaifeng smiled at him, handed one of the cups to Mu Jin, and started urging him to drink.

Mu Jin looked at Ying Huaifeng, who kept pressing him to drink, and began to wonder if the wine was drugged.

He gave Ying Huaifeng a suspicious look.

Could Ying Huaifeng really be so eager to get rid of him right after taking out the two villains, just to grab the throne for himself?

Mu Jin hesitated, but drank cup after cup anyway.

Whatever. Even if it was poisoned, what did it matter?

He'd be leaving this world sooner or later anyway.

With that in mind, Mu Jin downed an entire jar of wine.

He got completely dizzy, and finally, he couldn't drink anymore and just collapsed into Ying Huaifeng's arms.

He didn't notice the deep, dark gleam in Ying Huaifeng's eyes. He just muttered softly:

"I can't drink anymore..."

"Really... I can't even take one more drop..."

Ying Huaifeng curled his lips into a slight smile: "Really? Not even one more drop?"

Mu Jin nodded, eyes welling with tears: "Mm... mm-hmm!"

Ying Huaifeng's throat went tight, and he scooped Mu Jin up and carried him toward the bed.

"Be a good boy, Your Majesty."

"No way..."

Even though Mu Jin's mind was already hazy, his instincts still screamed danger and he tried to escape—only to be grabbed by the ankle and easily yanked back by Ying Huaifeng.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this day, Your Majesty?"

Ying Huaifeng leaned down, voice low and husky, and pressed a kiss to the back of Mu Jin's neck:

"Tonight, Your Majesty is mine. No one can take you from me."

"Mmm..."

Drunk Mu Jin was so easy to coax.

......"This is a censored dividing line—don't ask how much was cut, because even the author doesn't know"......

The red candle burned through the night.

When Mu Jin woke up the next morning, everything felt off.

Fragments of last night came flooding back.

He looked at himself, then at Ying Huaifeng lying next to him.

So... he actually did *that* with Ying Huaifeng last night?!

Wait—his legs seemed better. Wasn't he supposed to be soaking in a medicinal bath?

Mu Jin's mind was a mess. He didn't know whether to be happy his legs were healed or to panic over the fact that he'd slept with the male lead.

Hiss...

Mu Jin raised a hand to rub his head. Last night, it seemed they'd both gotten drunk.

Since it was a drunken mistake... it probably... probably wasn't that big of a deal, right?

Mu Jin hesitated. But compared to that matter, there was something even more important.

He threw off the covers and tentatively tried to get out of bed and take a few steps.

But before Mu Jin could even move, Ying Huaifeng reached out, wrapped an arm around his waist, and pulled him back.

"Ah!"

Mu Jin let out a small yelp, and the corners of Ying Huaifeng's lips curled up uncontrollably.

Ying Huaifeng buried his head in the crook of Mu Jin's neck, nuzzling against him, his voice hoarse:

"Why is Your Majesty up so early?"

It was the first time Mu Jin had ever been this flustered in front of Ying Huaifeng:

"I—I'm hungry! I want to eat something! I want water!"

Ying Huaifeng pressed a kiss to his neck.

"Then wait here, Your Majesty. This subject will attend to you."

Mu Jin still felt his mind was in a fog, as if the alcohol hadn't worn off.

But Ying Huaifeng had already begun skillfully dressing him, and Mu Jin instinctively raised his arms to cooperate.

Only now did Mu Jin suddenly realize—he had long since grown accustomed to Ying Huaifeng's presence.

Mu Jin was conflicted. Would friends who were close do this much for each other?

He didn't know.

But after what had happened by accident, he could no longer treat Ying Huaifeng as just a friend.

Ying Huaifeng seemed to see what Mu Jin was struggling with, and directly hugged him from behind, speaking with delight:

"Your Majesty, your subject's heart belongs to you."

"If Your Majesty wants me to be the Imperial Advisor, then I'll serve as your Imperial Advisor."

"But if one day Your Majesty decides to take an Empress, that position belongs to me and me alone."

Mu Jin's ears grew warm, but he still kept his tone serious:

"What happened last night was an accident! I... I'm not into guys, so you don't need to take what happened to heart."

The amusement in Ying Huaifeng's eyes didn't fade one bit. He didn't argue with Mu Jin, just smiled softly and agreed:

"Mm, just an accident."

But that was fine—there would be plenty more "accidents" like this in the future.

Even if his Majesty was too stubborn to admit it, it didn't matter. His body, after all, was soft...

He would wear him down bit by bit, patiently and persistently, until his Majesty fully accepted him.

Mu Jin looked at Ying Huaifeng's attitude and felt like he'd punched a pillow.

He opened his mouth to say something, then just felt frustrated.

Mu Jin pointed at his legs and demanded, "Didn't you say earlier that I needed daily medicinal baths for my legs to heal? Then last night... why could I move my legs again?"

Ying Huaifeng blinked innocently: "Then Your Majesty must be truly blessed, favored by the heavens."

"But the medicinal baths can't be interrupted. Tonight, I'll continue them for Your Majesty."

Ying Huaifeng continued, keeping his face perfectly serious: "Your Majesty's legs have started to recover, but you won't be able to walk for a while yet."

"So I'll help Your Majesty with some simple exercises to help your legs recover."

Mu Jin looked at Ying Huaifeng and nodded, only half believing him.

What he didn't know at that moment was that this seemingly well-behaved little trickster would, under the guise of helping him recover his legs, do all sorts of outrageous things to him.

By the time he realized what was happening, he'd already been completely devoured, with no chance to escape.

After Mu Jin's legs recovered, he resumed attending court.

To his surprise, he found that more than half the court officials were puppets controlled by Ying Huaifeng.

Mu Jin thought Ying Huaifeng was grabbing power for himself, and sighed—figures the male lead would be the male lead.

Then Ying Huaifeng told him those people were all rotten to the core—but since getting rid of them all at once would leave holes that couldn't be filled, he had to keep them around for now.

Once Mu Jin picked suitable replacements, they'd be swapped out one by one.

Mu Jin stayed silent on the matter.

He felt like this storyline was never going to get back on track.

Ying Huaifeng was too good to him, and the ambition he openly showed was aimed only at the Empress position.

When Mu Jin didn't want to deal with court affairs, Ying Huaifeng learned to handle them for him.

Some people whispered behind their backs that Ying Huaifeng was a second "Yun Fuyue," but Ying Huaifeng couldn't care less.

To him, the only thing that ever mattered was Mu Jin.

As long as they didn't badmouth his Majesty, those people could curse him behind his back or even to his face—he wouldn't even give them a second glance.

When Mu Jin found out about this, he couldn't let it slide, and gave those gossiping behind their backs a good scolding.

Days like this went on for a long time—so long that Mu Jin started to think that if things could stay like this forever, it might not be so bad after all.

But Mu Jin knew that was impossible.

He didn't belong to this world. He was just a passerby, sent here with a mission.

Now that the mission was complete, he should've left a long time ago.

The next time 648 contacted him was on the day of the first snow, a year later.

That familiar voice echoed in Mu Jin's mind.

648 said: "Host, she's gone home."

Mu Jin was stunned for just a moment before realizing who "she" was.

He smiled. "That's good."

648 asked, "Host, do you miss home?"

He lowered his eyes. "I don't have a home."

After a brief silence, Mu Jin looked at the little peach blossom on the branch and pulled his cloak tighter around himself.

This year's first snow had come a little late, and surprisingly, a few peach blossoms were still blooming on the branches.

Mu Jin suddenly asked, "Xiao Liu, is this world completely over?"

648: "Mm, we should head to the next world."

"Then let's go to the next world."

Mu Jin didn't hesitate—afraid that if he did, he might find himself unwilling to leave Ying Huaifeng.

He found himself a nice spot, right under that peach blossom tree.

Lying under the tree, the sunlight cast a warm glow over him.

He thought, this kind of sunlight was perfect for sleeping.

In every world to come, he would die on a day just like this.

"The End"

--- Preview of the Next World ---

Coming soon: Xiao Longjin, the little dragon who loves spicy snacks!

About A Jin, who thinks of himself as a sneaky little pervert who takes photos, but ends up having a real psycho crawl into his bed every single night.

Volume Two: "The Gloomy Cannon Fodder"