When Wen Mingyu opened his eyes, he saw antique curtains with exquisite embroidery and intricate patterns carved on the bedposts.
Blinking confusedly a couple of times, he suddenly remembered, oh, he had crossed over.
No need to work hard anymore.
He rolled over and continued to laze in bed, going back to sleep.
Having traveled from the interstellar era to the ancient Blue Star thousands of years ago, half a month had already passed. Soon after his arrival, before he could familiarize himself with the surroundings, he was ordered by his nominal father, the Marquis Guangyang, to be drugged and sent to the imperial palace.
At that time, he was weak all over. In a hazy state, a middle-aged man in ancient attire looked down at him and coldly warned, “The Marquis’s residence has raised you for so many years; it’s time for you to repay the favor. Behave well in front of the Emperor. If you can’t endure life in the imperial palace, don’t even think about coming back alive.”
After saying these words, the man seemed too lazy to spare another glance at Wen Mingyu. He threw out a remark, “Keep an eye on him,” and then left, swaying his sleeves.
Having been scolded so abruptly, even if he wasn’t the original inhabitant of this body, Wen Mingyu felt his fists clenching, eager to give that arrogant marquis a good beating.
Relying on the memories stored in the body and the hushed conversations of maids and servants, Wen Mingyu gradually pieced together the general situation.
The original owner was the illegitimate son of Marquis Guangyang and a courtesan. His birth mother died in childbirth, and he was not valued. More than a decade passed without anyone remembering him until Marquis Guangyang, due to a verbal misstep in the court, decided to send one of his sons to the tyrant in the palace as a tribute.
Unable to bear such a heavy blow, the original inhabitant chose to end his own life. Then, Wen Mingyu transmigrated into his body.
Upon hearing about this incident, Marquis Guangyang showed no concern for his illegitimate son. Instead, he became furious at the son’s resistance unto death. This anger ultimately led to Wen Mingyu being drugged and sent to the palace.
In Marquis Guangyang’s eyes, the illegitimate son was nothing more than a discarded chess piece. Once in the palace, he would soon meet his demise at the hands of the tyrant. As long as the person delivered to the palace was intact, it was sufficient.
These were the events that occurred shortly after his transmigration. Now, he had already spent ten days in the imperial palace.
At first, upon hearing that he was to serve the tyrant, Wen Mingyu was filled with fear and anxiety, thinking of himself as a cannon fodder character in a movie, likely not to survive past the opening scenes. However, after entering the palace, he was assigned to a secluded palace, provided with three meals a day, and attended to by palace servants.
One cannot stay on edge forever. After spending several days in the palace and realizing that nothing untoward had happened, Wen Mingyu unconsciously began to relax a bit. Indeed, in the vast imperial palace, he, a mere insignificant figure, went completely unnoticed. Perhaps the emperor had long forgotten his existence.
Wen Mingyu couldn’t have wished for anything more than for the emperor to continue forgetting about him, allowing him to stay comfortably in the palace.
Setting aside the danger of serving the tyrant, life in the imperial palace was downright delightful. No need to toil day and night, and each day brought delicious food and drinks.
In Wen Mingyu’s original world, he was an orphan without parents, relying on his own work to earn tuition and living expenses to support himself. Moreover, he was an omega, requiring expensive suppressants to conceal his gender and disguise himself as a beta, or else he would be forcibly matched with one or even multiple unfamiliar alphas by the Alliance.
This was because omegas were rare and precious beings.
Now, Wen Mingyu no longer had to hide and live a secretive life. Instead, he could relax, lying on a large bed and happily rolling around, free from the burdens of the past.
Truly blissful.
Overjoyed, two rabbit ears even appeared out of thin air above Wen Mingyu’s head, soft and drooping, gently resting against his face. He lay on the bed, burying his face in the pillow, and at the lower back, a small, snowy white furball tail emerged.
This was Wen Mingyu’s animal form as an omega. Alphas and omegas naturally possessed an alternate form, which would manifest in moments of heightened emotion or physical discomfort.
Wen Mingyu is a lop-eared rabbit, and when he lies on the bed, he looks like a soft, quivering blob of jelly. It’s tempting to poke his fluffy tail and see if it wiggles like jelly.
After squinting for a few seconds, he felt a slight itch on his face. When he reached up to scratch it, he realized that his ears and tail had made another appearance, so he quickly tucked them away.
Hardly had he finished hiding them when a palace servant named Sanxi approached, respectfully stopping a few steps away and softly inquiring, “Has the young master awakened? Would you like me to prepare your wash basin for you?”
Wen Mingyu responded with a nod, and Sanxi, clad in eunuch attire, turned around and brought in a basin of water, assisting him with his morning routine.
As he washed his face, Wen Mingyu glanced at his reflection in the basin. The original inhabitant’s face bore a striking resemblance to his own previous appearance, even sharing the same pronunciation for their names. It was too much of a coincidence. Perhaps it was this kind of connection that led him to transmigrate here?
Another peculiar aspect was that if he had transmigrated and switched bodies, why did he still possess his omega characteristics? Could it be that he and the original inhabitant had swapped places? Was this truly his own body?
Wen Mingyu couldn’t figure it out and stayed stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, he lowered his head and rubbed his face with his hands.
Sanxi handed him a soft cloth, already perfectly dampened for his use, and said, “Young Master.”
Wen Mingyu: … Oh dear, he had subconsciously used his hands to scrub his face. That wasn’t a human habit.
He took the cloth and washed his face slowly and meticulously, conforming perfectly to human behavioral norms.
After finally finishing his morning routine and sitting down for breakfast, Wen Mingyu realized that someone was missing. He casually asked, “Where’s Fufu?”
Sanxi hesitated for a moment and replied in a low voice, “He’s busy.”
Wen Mingyu took a bite of the meat bun. He wasn’t foolish; Fufu had been assigned to take care of him, but with nothing else to do, and seeing no future in staying by his side, Fufu had sought opportunities elsewhere. It was human nature, and Wen Mingyu could understand.
Therefore, upon hearing this, Wen Mingyu didn’t react much. He continued to enjoy his breakfast with relish. In the past, he had consumed expired nutritional supplements; there was never a chance to savor freshly prepared and delicious meals.
He loved transmigrating. Transmigration brought him joy.
He declared that he was sticking with this beautiful ancient era!
Wen Mingyu ate with joyous eyes, oblivious to the fact that Sanxi was sneakily observing him.
Over the past few days, Sanxi had gradually figured out the temperament of the master he was serving. He was good-looking, had a pleasant disposition, and was optimistic and easily satisfied.
If it were an ordinary person, being offered to a tyrant would likely have induced an early breakdown. They might spend their days in tears, with no appetite for food or sleep. However, this master made an effort to keep calm, never venting emotions on the servants. He wasn’t picky about his meals, content with just three dishes. Always wearing a cheerful smile, he unintentionally helped others relax and improve their mood.
Sanxi felt fortunate to serve such a master.
After Wen Mingyu finished his meal, Sanxi came to clear the table. Naturally, Wen Mingyu expressed his gratitude and attempted to help, but he was immediately stopped. “Young Master, this is something your servant should do.”
Wen Mingyu couldn’t help but recall a restaurant review he had seen on the Star Network. Netizens commented that if their eyes accidentally met with the waitstaff, they would immediately sprint a hundred meters to ask what they needed—overly considerate, to the point where they seemed eager to assist with everything, even going as far as accompanying you to the restroom.
Although he hadn’t experienced it personally, he could now empathize with the feeling of being attended to so meticulously that it bordered on making one feel awkward.
With no need to work from morning to night, Wen Mingyu had a lot of free time. He could even lie by the window, gaze at the scenery, and feel the breeze brushing across his face. It was a very leisurely existence.
As he gazed out at the courtyard, Wen Mingyu suddenly noticed some timothy grass on the ground—fresh and vivid green, seemingly irresistible to a rabbit.
Without hesitation, Wen Mingyu stood up and, like a gust of wind, ran outside. He plucked a small handful, cleaned it, and then stuffed it into his mouth, munching away with delight. His eyes gleamed, and the taste turned out to be even sweeter and more delicious than he had imagined!
When Sanxi approached, he was reminiscing about the stunning moment when he first laid eyes on his master.
With silky black hair cascading down like satin, features resembling a painting, and a complexion as pure as ice and jade, his rosy lips appeared even more tender and eye-catching. It was as if peach blossoms were holding the spring, exceptionally enchanting.
His beauty was unparalleled, his temperament noble, as if he were a celestial being in exile.
If the Emperor were to lay eyes on him, surely his heart would be moved, and he would shower him with affection.
Sanxi sighed, and as he lifted his head, he unexpectedly saw his master, who resembled a celestial being in his thoughts, squatting under a tree and eating grass!
…!!!
Sanxi widened his eyes in disbelief.
The young master has gone mad!
While it was true that the young master eating grass looked picturesque, no matter how you looked at it, he was eating grass!
Eating!
Grass!
In an instant, Sanxi’s mind conjured up various images. Looking at Wen Mingyu, his eyes were filled with sympathy and pity. He quickly stepped forward, snatched the timothy grass from Wen Mingyu’s hand, ushered him back into the house, and even brought a plate of delicate pastries.
Wen Mingyu, who had been happily eating the grass beloved by rabbits just a second ago, suddenly found his hands empty.
He looked quite bewildered.
Sanxi looked at him cautiously and said, “Young Master, haven’t you eaten enough? There are pastries here. If there’s anything you need, just instruct your servant. You shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t eat grass, even if you’re hungry.”
Ah…
Wen Mingyu slowly caught up. In this world, there were only two genders, male and female. People didn’t have animal forms, and certainly didn’t eat timothy grass directly. At most, it could be used for medicinal purposes, but it was impossible to consume it as food.
Wen Mingyu silently nibbled on the small pastries, one bite at a time.
So, was he just mistaken for being mentally ill?
Wen Mingyu sneakily covered his face, embarrassed to the point where he wished he could dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
Meanwhile, Sanxi was pondering over how his master, who was currently in such a state of confusion that he resorted to eating grass, would handle meeting the Emperor if it were to happen. Perhaps it was better not to think about it. Sanxi found himself silently praying that the Emperor wouldn’t come here.
However, life often has a way of defying one’s wishes.
After the tyrant finished his court session that day, he arrived at Wen Mingyu’s residence.
Originally, just as Wen Mingyu hoped, the tyrant Mu Zhan had completely forgotten about his existence in the palace. However, during the court session, the archenemy of Marquis Guangyang deliberately brought up the matter.
A sudden chill ran down Marquis Guangyang’s spine as he looked up and indeed found the person sitting on the imperial throne, expressionless and exuding a heavy aura. The Emperor calmly said, “It seems I did forget. I will go and take a look later. The palace doesn’t need ants.”
Were these “ants” referring to the beauties offered to him, or was there another meaning behind the words?
The court officials below felt a tightening in their hearts, lowered their heads, and each contemplated their own thoughts.
After the court session, Mu Zhan did indeed go to see the person sent by Marquis Guangyang.
Unaware of this, Wen Mingyu, after eating some pastries, decided to sit in the courtyard for a while. However, just as he stepped out the door, he unexpectedly made eye contact with someone not far away.
The surrounding palace attendants all knelt, bowing in awe, not daring to make a sound.
The only man standing, dressed in black court attire with golden thread embroidery, featured auspicious cloud patterns surrounding a majestic five-clawed golden dragon. A complexly patterned black belt was fastened around his waist, exuding a naturally regal aura.
However, what was truly hard to ignore was the man’s gaze.
His gaze exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression and aggression.
In an instant, Wen Mingyu felt his scalp tingling under that intense scrutiny.
Even though he had never seen him before, he could guess the identity of the person before him. He was none other than the tyrant described by others as capricious, tyrannical, and unrestrained—the Emperor.
The tyrant stared at him, his gaze carrying an overt sense of scrutiny.
Wen Mingyu felt as if the other’s gaze was penetrating through his body—flesh, bones, organs, even his thoughts—all laid bare. He felt completely exposed, with nowhere to hide.
T/N: Hello~ I’m back again with a new novel hope you’ll like this as well <3
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