Chapter 4: Can a Mad Tyrant Be Forced? [4]

Chapter 4: Can a Mad Tyrant Be Forced Too? "4"

Zhou Fuhai: "..."

Man, His Majesty really is something else.

When Young Master Ying was sent over yesterday, he still had that look of gritted-teeth endurance and defiance, his eyes dripping with disgust.

Yet after just one night, he was like a starving dog that just spotted meat, dying to latch on without a second thought.

Zhou Fuhai scoffed internally, but quickly composed himself, dutifully replied "Yes," and led the others away.

Just like that, only Mu Jin and Ying Huaifeng remained.

Mu Jin sneered: "What are you standing around for? Waiting for me to feed you?"

"Of course not, I wouldn't dare."

Ying Huaifeng curled his lips into a smile, standing beside Mu Jin, he picked up a piece of meat and brought it to Mu Jin's lips, his voice going soft:

"Your Majesty, open up and try this piece of meat."

Mu Jin thought Ying Huaifeng sounded like he was coaxing a kid to eat, but the smell of the food kept hitting his nose, and he just couldn't hold out.

Under Ying Huaifeng's expectant gaze, Mu Jin obediently opened his mouth and took a bite of the meat.

His eyes narrowed a little, already looking forward to the other dishes.

Too bad he couldn't see right now; otherwise, he wouldn't need Ying Huaifeng hanging around.

But Ying Huaifeng was so skilled—he'd even managed to heal "Mu Jin's" legs, and since he still needed to use him, his eyes shouldn't be a problem either, right?

Mu Jin was mulling over how to get Ying Huaifeng to offer to fix his eyes on his own.

Little did he know, Ying Huaifeng was watching him, barely holding back the urge to reach out and ruffle his hair.

How could the little emperor be this damn cute?

Obedient in his sleep, obedient at mealtimes.

After the first time, Ying Huaifeng got the hang of feeding him.

Mu Jin had initially thought it was a pain to be blind and need someone to feed him, but he got used to it and even found it pretty nice.

But he couldn't hide his blindness forever. Last night, when he'd first arrived, he'd taken the news of his blindness way too calmly, and just now, no one had caught on either.

He'd have to find another chance...

Once Mu Jin was full, he flipped the table over, just like that.

Ying Huaifeng was still wondering how the little emperor could have such a big appetite, having polished off most of the dishes.

The next second, the table in front of him was sent flying.

"Bang—!"

The loud crash of the table flipping over, mixed with the smash of bowls and plates, made a huge racket and immediately caught the attention of Zhou Fuhai and the other maids and eunuchs waiting outside.

"Your Majesty!"

Zhou Fuhai burst in, panicked, only to see the mess on the floor and Ying Huaifeng standing amidst the chaos.

A shard of broken porcelain nicked Mu Jin's cheek, drawing a tiny bead of blood.

Ying Huaifeng snapped out of it and panicked immediately, his fingertips touching Mu Jin's face as gently as he could, afraid of hurting him further,

"Your Majesty..."

Zhou Fuhai stood just two steps off, saw the wound on Mu Jin's face clearly, and immediately barked:

"Quick, call the imperial physician!"

"You lot, clean this up right now!"

"Your Majesty..."

Zhou Fuhai was beside himself, wanting to step forward and check if Mu Jin was hurt anywhere else.

But Ying Huaifeng had practically wrapped Mu Jin up in his arms, his cold eyes sharp with warning, daring anyone to come close.

While everyone was scrambling, Mu Jin calmly raised a hand to stop them:

"I'm fine, no need to panic. It's just that my eyes suddenly can't see anymore."

His offhand words made the servants cleaning up tremble, almost going weak in the knees and dropping to the floor.

Zhou Fuhai's forehead was slick with cold sweat, his head hung low, not daring to meet Mu Jin's eyes.

It was only then that it hit him—something had been off about Mu Jin all day.

But Mu Jin's moods had always been all over the place, and he hated people prying into his business, so Zhou Fuhai hadn't thought twice about it—who'd have guessed he'd gone blind!

For a moment, no one dared make a sound, just speeding up their cleaning, scared stiff that he might have them killed on a whim.

Zhou Fuhai's gaze flickered, and he didn't dare say another word, just standing off to the side, silently praying the physician would hurry up.

Ying Huaifeng carefully wiped the blood off Mu Jin's face and blew on it gently:

"Your Majesty, does it still hurt?"

Mu Jin: "..."

Was Ying Huaifeng being way too nice to him?

Could he really fake being this nice to someone he hated, just to earn his trust and get him to let his guard down?

Mu Jin had his doubts, but he quickly brushed them off, even laughing at himself a little.

Ying Huaifeng was the male lead, and he was just a cannon-fodder villain.

If the male lead was being this nice to him, it couldn't be an act... could it actually be real?

Soon, a few imperial physicians came rushing in. The bedchamber had been tidied up, and Mu Jin had changed into clean robes.

The physicians felt the tension the second they walked in, but they didn't dare ask anything. The moment they saw Mu Jin, they moved to kneel:

"Your Majesty, may you be blessed."

"Enough, come and examine me. Why have my eyes suddenly gone blind?"

Mu Jin was, after all, not that tyrant of old, nor did he intend to make things difficult for them, and his tone was fairly gentle.

Yet perhaps the impression the original "Mu Jin" had left on them was too deep, the lead physician's legs buckled and he knelt directly to the ground.

With a thud, all eyes fell on him.

He merely gave an awkward smile, then shuffled forward on his knees to reach Mu Jin and take his pulse.

"Y-Your Majesty... this is caused by a gu curse, Your Majesty..."

The physician wiped the cold sweat from his brow, his voice trailing off.

After all, the only one in the entire court who could openly cast a gu on the emperor was Grand Preceptor Yun Fuyue.

But Yun Fuyue wasn't the only one skilled in gu, though recently the Grand Preceptor and the Regent had been at each other's throats.

"Mu Jin" was nothing more than a puppet emperor, not completely powerless, and even if it was time for court, no one would care if he didn't show up.

Now, with the added affliction of a gu curse, it was hard not to raise suspicions.

Zhou Fuhai, upon hearing this, seemed to think something over, then shot a glance at a nearby palace maid, who quietly slipped out.

"Your Majesty, this humble minister is incompetent—I truly can't cure this kind of gu. If we could find the one who planted it, there might still be hope."

"But if the gu cannot be removed within a month..."

The physician dared not finish his sentence, prostrating himself on the ground.

The physicians behind him followed suit, knocking their heads to the floor with a thud, and even the palace maids knelt in unison, hardly daring to breathe.

Mu Jin knew exactly why they were so terrified.

Everyone knew full well that "Mu Jin" was a puppet emperor.

Yet "Mu Jin" had no way to deal with Yun Fuyue and Mu Siyang, and whenever he was in a bad mood, he would take that anger out on others.

In the first two years, those who died at his hands nearly filled the lotus pond in the imperial garden.

"Mu Jin" knew that those around him were either planted by Yun Fuyue or arranged by Mu Siyang, so he showed no mercy when striking down.

But batch after batch was killed, and inevitably, innocents were caught in the mix, and thus the tyrant's reputation of "Mu Jin" spread.

And now...