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TEWRAWTEC CH 2
by jj.ssasipscoffeeChapter 2: Your Majesty, This Servant Dares Not Anymore
To be honest, as a lifelong top, Yun Mingzhuo had to admit—this little shou he’d possessed really wasn’t a likeable person.
It wasn’t wrong to have ambition or tricks up your sleeve—but the problem was, the original owner’s tricks were just too clumsy. So clumsy they were borderline brainless… No wonder everyone found him insufferable.
After a night of tossing and turning with Murong Zichen, Yun Mingzhuo didn’t even wake up until the sun was high in the sky.
Damn, my poor waist is going to snap in half.
But just as he was still basking in that brief moment of peace, Murong Zichen glanced over and saw that shameless person still lying beside him—and promptly kicked him off the bed.
“You’ve got some nerve!” Murong Zichen roared in fury. His royal face twisted with rage, as if he wanted to tear Yun Mingzhuo to shreds right then and there.
Disgusting. He couldn’t believe he’d touched something so vile.
Clutching his aching waist, Yun Mingzhuo dropped to his knees with a loud thud.
“Your Majesty, please spare me!”
Even though it really wasn’t his fault, that man was the emperor—he could behead him on the spot without warning. And if Yun Mingzhuo tried to explain that he wasn’t Yun Yaofan, the emperor probably wouldn’t believe it. Even if he did, he might just see him as some kind of monster.
Rather than risk it, Yun Mingzhuo decided it was better to kneel and beg for his life.
The original Yun Yaofan had thought that groveling would make Murong Zichen feel pity and affection for him. But as an outsider—and someone who shared Murong Zichen’s taste in shous—Yun Mingzhuo knew just how deeply the emperor despised this man.
“Spare you? You shameless wretch!” Murong Zichen kicked him again, straight to the ribs.
“Yes, this servant truly is shameless. I beg Your Majesty for forgiveness. I swear I’ll stay in my place from now on and never do anything improper again! Your Majesty, please spare me!”
Yun Mingzhuo kowtowed repeatedly, trying to make himself look as pitiful and submissive as possible before the emperor.
If this had been the original Yun Yaofan, even after being humiliated like that, he would’ve kept pestering the emperor—still begging to be made into his imperial consort.
But Yun Mingzhuo wasn’t that brain-dead.
He knew full well that a one-night stand wasn’t going to make the emperor look at him any differently.
Murong Zichen, seeing that Yun Mingzhuo wasn’t trying to make him “take responsibility,” finally relaxed his frown a little.
“Hurry up and come dress Us[1],” he said coldly, satisfied that Yun Mingzhuo was at least being sensible.
After all, Murong Zichen hadn’t really lost anything from what happened last night—he just slept with someone he wasn’t interested in. No big deal. But if Yun Mingzhuo had dared to make demands, he would’ve had him killed without hesitation.
Yun Mingzhuo froze for a second. He’d never even worn hanfu[2] before, let alone a dragon robe[3]! How was he supposed to know how to help someone change into one?
Thankfully, in a moment of crisis, he calmly pulled the knowledge from the original owner’s memories.
“This servant will come at once,” Yun Mingzhuo said, scrambling over on hands and knees.
He got to work dressing Murong Zichen.
Yun Mingzhuo was naturally quick and dexterous, and before long, the emperor’s grand dragon robe was neatly in place.
“All done, Your Majesty,” he said respectfully, straightening up with perfect posture.
He knew how to act proper. After all, the situation didn’t allow for even the smallest mistake.
To be fair, the original owner had a beautiful face—pale skin, delicate bones, long ink-black hair falling softly against his shoulders… it was a seductive look.
In his past life, Yun Mingzhuo had been the kind of man who made all his female coworkers swoon—a gentleman with elegant looks and refined charm. That made the contrast between him and the original owner’s clueless, cringe-worthy behavior all the more stark.
The current “Yun Yaofan” was clearly different from the previous one.
Murong Zichen felt something strange stir in him. He was vaguely drawn in by that unfamiliar elegance. He tilted Yun Mingzhuo’s chin up with a finger.
“Quite the pretty face,” he said, eyes narrowing. “But it’s a shame… You’re not even a real man.”
His smile twisted mockingly, and his fingers tightened on Yun Mingzhuo’s chin.
“Nngh… Your Majesty, please don’t,” Yun Mingzhuo whispered, trembling. “This servant dares not. Truly… dares not anymore.”
His voice quivered, lips bitten red, teary eyes glistening like dew, lashes fluttering like butterfly wings…
On the outside, he looked pitiful. On the inside?
What the actual hell!
“Not even a man”? Seriously?!
He was a full-blooded top in his past life, now stuck in a eunuch’s body—and this damn emperor had to rub salt in the wound?
Murong Zichen leaned in, lips nearly brushing his. “You say you’ve learned your lesson, and yet… you’re still seducing Us?”
Yun Mingzhuo instinctively shoved at the emperor’s chest, trying to keep him at bay.
Seduce?! Seduce your ass! If I were going to seduce anyone, it’d be a cute, pretty shou—not you! Get over yourself, Your Majesty!
(To be continued…)
Footnotes:
- Us: "Us" as imperial self-reference: In imperial China, emperors often used plural self-references such as "朕 (zhèn)" or "We/Us" to emphasize their elevated status, representing not just themselves as individuals but the embodiment of the state and the will of Heaven. This usage, sometimes called the royal we, is a formal and authoritative way for monarchs to speak, reinforcing their sovereignty and detachment from commoners. ↑
- hanfu: Traditional clothing historically worn by the Han Chinese people. It features flowing robes, wide sleeves, and a crossed-collar design. Hanfu is often associated with elegance and is commonly seen in historical dramas or novels set in ancient China. In this story, characters wearing hanfu helps reinforce the historical and cultural setting. ↑
- dragon robe: A luxurious, ornate robe traditionally worn by emperors or high-ranking royalty in ancient China. It is often embroidered with dragon motifs—symbols of imperial power, strength, and divine authority. The number of claws on the dragons (usually five for the emperor) signified status and rank. ↑