Chapter 36
There Will Always Be Protagonists With Delusions of Starting a Harem
Two more days passed. In these two days, the system popped out
three notices in total. The first was when the
Zhen Guo house declared that An Chengjie hasn't died but merely missing, the system notified me that An Chengsheng and Protagonist's love probability had fallen to
5%. The second time, when news spread that An Chengjie was
the Treasure Pavilion's boss behind the scenes and An Chengsheng and Protagonist's love probability became zero, pulling out
the first soul flag. The third time, when the news
that An Chengjie escaped to
the northwest spread and Lei Baofei and Protagonist's love probability had fallen to
10%.
Ye
Zhizhou jabbed at
the light screen and flipped over the data in boredom. He was
thinking why hadn't Yan Mingyong come while
also fretting about
the lack of movements on
the seventh prince's side. On the slip of paper he
gave to
him were names of the seventh prince's secret aides; he
had mentioned that he
had something good to
present
to
him and included a vague device scheme
as well as clues pointing to
him. It made no sense that
there was no response up until now. Could it be the seventh prince couldn't understand the scheme? But didn't
the protagonist piqued seventh prince's interest using a device scheme like that in the original plot?
There were basically no possible way of An Chengjie to
meet seventh prince now so normally, the love probability should also drop, but
the reality is
that damned love probability didn't budge one bit â firmly staying at 100%. This is completely irrational! Was
there still a possibility of seventh prince meeting An Chengjie? If there is one, that'll be the Autumn Hunt more than a month awayâ¦..
He took a glance of the weather outside while his
thoughts were racing. Isn't
this so-called 'autumn
hunt' of Great Yan a
bit deceiving? It hadn't even been days since they entered summer. One month after this is when the weather start
to
heat up, right? How is it Autumn Hunt? Shouldn't it be 'summer hunt'â¦..?
The day was spent with his mind running wild. While leaning on
the railings of a winding corridor, his eyes were set on
the country house's gate
and sighing. Just what is
that brat doing? When does
he plan on
getting me? He felt unsettled now that
the protagonist went missing.
Because his mind was plagued by this
his sleep at night was not very deep. In this
half-awake state he
felt a pressure on
his body. He wriggled on
reflex and woke up when
he couldn't break free. This feeling of something wrapping around his body was familiar and also aggravating. He relied on
his instincts
to
flip over the body on
the bed so that he's on
top of him, and when
he could see the small beautiful face he
jeered, "Oh? His Highness Eighth Prince finally thought of his subject? Aren't all royalties terribly busy?"
Yan Mingyong raised his
hand to
caress
his face, the face that was
hidden in the shadows was unclear to
Ye
Zhizhou. His voice cracked a
little, unlike his smooth and pleasant
to
the ear voice in the past. "You're
angry? Don't be, I got you a present."
He quickly noticed something a
bit wrong with his lover and opened the bed curtain a
bit. He looked at his face in the moonlight and felt his body top to
bottom, frowning in the end, "What happened to
you? Something's wrong." Though his body didn't seem to
have
a problem he
seemed too calm and collected, unlike his bratty behaviour before, even resembled him of the previous
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"I'm onlyâ¦.. a
bit
tired." Yan Mingyong stiffened under his
touch. With reddening ears
he pulled down the curtain then wrapped up around Ye
Zhizhuo again and changed the topic, "Le'er, I ate
all my medicine. Recently my chest would hurt again."
And his attention really was diverted â He
angrily rubbed him up and down and then pinched his face. "You brat! Didn't I give De'an your medicine? He didn't give them to
you?"
Yan Mingyong didn't
talk anymore, he
lowered his
head and rubbed against his neck just like
a
little puppy sticking to
a person.
This was like the person
himself changed; not only was
he not bratty, he's also being cute
and lovable! Ye
Zhizhou was caught between feeling angry and not angry, while holding him, he
patted on
his back and also pinched his face. He wanted to
say something else but he
found the other boy had already asleep in
his embrace.
How vexingâ¦â¦
He stewed for a while but
then took the person beside him in
his
tight embrace. Now that a
load was
taken off his chest, he
poked the system in
his mind. "Tongtian, give him a scan again. There's really no problem with the soul?"
Half a minute later the screen popped out: [Data of the soul shows no anomaly.]
He let out a
long sigh. He hesitated a
bit before he
lowered his
head to
the one sticking close to
him and divided a tiny fraction of his spiritual force into
Yan Mingyong's brain. He explored inside but didn't venture deep, only exploring lightly around the outer layer. There was no trace of spiritual force like he
expected. He felt his
heart
tighten as
he withdrew, it really saddened him to
look at
this small pallid face.
What should he
do? This world's mission will soon be completed, if his lover wants
to
follow him to
the next worldâ¦â¦.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
The next day he
was listless when
he got up from bed and stared blankly at
the elaborate meal on
the table.
Yan Mingyong frowned, reached out
to
hold his
hand and leaned in, "No appetite? Or do you not like eating these?"
Seeing that
the other boy's gaze was full of concerns
he put down the urge to
sigh and gripped his
hand back, hesitating as
he
asked back, "Mingyong, hypothetically.. If we have
a next life, youâ¦"
"You are mine." Not waiting for him to
finish talking Yan Mingyong interrupted. His grip tightened, the calm and well-behaved mask on
his face quickly broke, his
tone both stubborn and frantic, "Don't
think you can escape in the next life, you can only be mine!"
â¦â¦.So that brattiness is still here. The well-behaved attitude yesterday was only an illusion!
Ye
Zhizhou glared at him, not knowing what
to
do, as
he vexed over how to
handle this 'brattiness' of his lover his vision unthinkingly swept over the qin rack at
the corner of the room. His eyes brightened and he
excitedly said, "Mingyong, why don't I play you a tune!"
Yan Mingyong, who was dishing out a play of 'binding shackles pursuit', speedily put away his fierce expression. Recalling the content of several folktales
he hurriedly assumed an obedient appearance his face was full of anticipation as
he nodded, "Okay, but you need to
eat first."
Ye
Zhizhou gulfed down
his meal and then pushed Yan Mingyong to
the small garden, setting him down inside
a pavilion. He lightly shook his sleeves
to
cover up taking out
the harmonica (bought in
his previous life to
relieve boredom) from his space
and shook it. "I told De'an to
move
a small couch here, you should read for now, if you get sleepy later you can rest directly."
Though Yan Mingyong was very curious of the thing in
his
hands, he
pressed down
his question when
he saw his eagerness and picked up a
book as
he was
told to
do. In any case, Le'er is free to
do anything as long as
he is by his side.
Over the course of two lifetimes Ye
Zhizhou's harmonica skill went from dreadful to
barely passable. When the first note sounded Yan Mingyong hand paused in the middle of flipping a page. He glanced at him with a stiff expression before quickly dipping his
head back and continued with flipping the pages. He knew that Le'er's gentlemanly six arts are not up to
par but he
only faintly grasped it nowâ¦.. It's nothing, later he
would teach him slowly.
The music started rockily but
then became smoother as it picked up. Ye
Zhizhou sat against
the pavilion's railing, carefully releasing his spiritual force to
twine with the tune that carried it
to
Yan Mingyong.
Yan Mingyong felt
the more you listen the more you will be drawn in by this odd song. His nerves unconsciously relaxed and the hand flipping pages slowed down, a quarter of an
hour later he
was fell asleep on
his wheelchair. De'an who was guarding outside the pavilion quietly walked in and summoned the
Zijin guards who put down the small couch, he
arranged the blanket, pillow and such then retreated back out of the pavilion and continued to
keep watch outside.
The sound of music paused and stopped. Ye
Zhizhou put down
his
harmonica and carried Yan Mingyong to
lay him down on
the couch. He stroked his
hair, covered him with the blanket
then leaned back on
the railings and continued playing. In order to
prevent his lover exhausting his soul to
follow him to
the next world, starting from today he
will do his best
to
help gather and nourish his lover's spiritual force.
The sweet gentle mood between the two led Ye
Zhizhou to
think â since Yan Mingyong is feeling well they must be
able to
return to
the capital soon â but
then reality smacked him in the face!
"You want
to
stay here? Until the
autumn
hunt arrives?"
"Mm." Yan Mingyong slowly turned over a page, his
head didn't lift, "I had sought my imperial father's consent beforehand."
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Zhen Guo knows where we
are
and can visit when
he misses you."
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Yan Mingyong stopped turning the page, his
head raised and he
lightly sized Ye
Zhizhou up, then lowered his eyes and kneaded his
hand. He softly replied, "Wait
till the
autumn
hunt."
"Butâ¦â¦"
"I know you're concerned about how An Chengjie is doing now." Yan Mingyong put his book to
the side
and wheeled his chair to
face him. "I know that he
accused you of bullying him just after he
entered the
Zhen Guo household and smeared your reputation to
raise his own standing outside. I also know he
sowed discord between you and your family, to
the point of testing the Elder Lady An and discrediting your motherâ¦â¦ You don't have to
worry, he
won't have it easy. But you needn't dirty your hands with these, I'll do it for you, hm?"
Ye
Zhizhou went blank hearing these words from him, "You were watching me
and him all along?"
"No, I was looking out for you." Yan Mingyong's
hand raised to
stroke his cheek, his eyes deepened, "As for him, he
is not worth fearing for." Even if he
develops a few terrible objects
there's nothing to
be scared of.
Ye
Zhizhou compromised after he
was sure he
couldn't leave. He threw the mission to
the back of his mind and concentrated on
nourishing his lover's spiritual force. One month later the remaining poison in Yan Mingyong's body was cleanly flushed out and his weak body also mostly restored and he
finally looked like
a regular teenaged youth.
They had just finished lunch and Ye
Zhizhou was mulling over playing a tune in the
afternoon so he
was a
little unresponsive
and puzzled. "Go back?"
"Mm." Yan Mingyong now gradually didn't need his wheelchair to
get around, after this reply he
steadily walked up to
pull on
his
hand and lead him outside. "Last night, Chuan Yue suddenly caught on
fire. The fire spread too quickly, they couldn't put it out before it burned through half of the street. Three people burned to
death and eleven injured. We need to
go back to
grasp the situation clearly."1
This alarmed Ye
Zhizhou, he
instinctively rejected it, "How can that be!" Before opening the restaurant he
did his best
to
take measures
to
guard against fire. After all, all the
ancient buildings are made of wood, so they must pay attention to
this. In addition
he had carefully instructed the servers, shopkeeper, and the kitchen staffs
to
keep the big water jars in the backyard full at all time so they can put out fire on
time!
At
that moment
the two had already reached the gate. Yan Mingyong helped him up into
the carriage
and said a name without an expression on
his face: "An Chengjie."
Ye
Zhizhou mouth slightly opened, then he
fell silent and
his eyebrows furrowed deeply.
All the way to
the restaurant Ye
Zhizhou was completely quiet. Yan Mingyong sat by him, holding his
hand and silently comforting him. When the horse carriage
arrived at
the southern street Ye
Zhizhou finally snapped out of it. He gripped Yan Mingyong's
hand that was
holding his, "No hurry to
go to
the restaurant. Where
are the wounded? I want
to
go see them first."
Yan Mingyong nodded, helped him down the carriage
and gave his instructions
to
the coachman. He then pulled Ye
Zhizhou to
walk towards a pharmacy not far from Chuan Yue. Ye
Zhizhou looked at
the burned wood frames of houses from across
the street and his
hands slowly tensed. The protagonist was
transmigrated, there's no way he
didn't know what danger fire posed in the
ancient
times.
He turned his
head at
the sudden loud whinny from the horse,, and the horse carrying the carriage they were on
was startled and started running towards
the burned down Chuan Yue!
"This is bad! The driver is still riding it!" The building's wood frames are on
the verge of collapsing after the fire, if it receives such a powerful blow that driver will be in danger!
At
the crucial moment Yan Mingyong pulled out a small whistle from his sleeves and blew it. One second later a figure rushed out of the shadows
to
the front of the carriage, dragged the coachman by his collar, threw him off the carriage then quickly left and completely blended in with the shadows once more.
Ye
Zhizhou let out a relieved sigh, he
then thought
to
check the coachman's situation but
the next second an earth-shaking explosion was
heard. He raised his
head in shock, he
could feel the sensation of imbalance from the ground shifting under his feet, filling his
heart with disbelief. This isâ¦â¦. an explosion? The protagonist already made explosives?
"Be careful!" Thinking it was an earthquake, Yan Mingyong leapt
to
shield him under his body.
He lied on
the ground with his
head raised; he
saw smoke
and dust left by the explosion and the mess of people running out
to
the street, he
heard panicked voices of patients and physicians in the pharmacy, and he
truly felt angry for the first
time. He indignantly pounded on
the ground.
Setting fire, planting bombs, has An Chengjie gone mad?!
Translator: Padam
[1] Chuan Yue, å·è¶, beyond the river, is
the name of An Chengle (Ye
Zhizhou)âs restaurant. Sounds similar to
transmigrate ç©¿è¶. â