TEWRAWTEC CH 9

Chapter 9: The Shameful Feeling

Yun Mingzhuo had never had a good temper to begin with. But after entering the workforce, he’d gradually learned to rein it in, eventually becoming the warm and gentle “nice guy” admired by his female coworkers.

Now, Murong Zichen’s humiliation was setting off an emotional explosion inside him once again.

He clenched his fists tightly, his fingertips digging hard into his palms.

“Angry?” Murong Zichen’s smile deepened.

Yun Mingzhuo was still in his arms—every little movement naturally couldn’t escape his notice.

Yun Mingzhuo stayed silent, not even lifting his head to look at him. He figured Murong Zichen’s face right now must look extremely punchable. If he looked up, he was afraid his fist might act on impulse and land a solid hit on the damn emperor.

Murong Zichen felt that Yun Yaofan had changed a little. He seemed sharper now, more attractive, even a little bolder… A bit different from the shallow, vain little eunuch who used to cling to him at every opportunity.

Of course, this could all just be an act. But Murong Zichen didn’t really care if it was fake—as long as Yun could serve him well and keep him entertained, that was enough.

“Your… Your Majesty…” Shang Xuan still tried to speak up for Yun Mingzhuo, but Murong Zichen cut him off.

“Rather than wasting time with this kind of disreputable person, you’d be better off spending more of it studying.”

Murong Zichen treated Shang Xuan differently from his other male consorts—more like an older brother caring for his younger sibling. He’d even brought in a tutor to teach him how to read and had never let him sleep with him. He always treated Shang Xuan with kindness and patience. Anyone who didn’t know better might’ve thought Shang Xuan was his real younger brother.

Yun Mingzhuo choked on Murong Zichen’s words—“disreputable person”—and forcefully shoved at the emperor’s chest.

“Let go of me. Don’t you dare mess around.” Although he was doing his best to suppress his temper, he no longer referred to himself humbly as this servant nor did he use honorifics when addressing Murong Zichen.

“Insolence!” the old eunuch snapped sharply at him, his voice shrill.

“His Majesty is giving you the honor of sharing his bed, and you’re still putting on an act? I bet you’re thrilled inside!”

“Exactly. Always playing hard to get—aren’t you tired of your own games?”

Several of the male consorts who already disliked Yun Mingzhuo began openly mocking him.

“Shameless! Pretending to be close to us, acting all nice—turns out all he ever wanted was to catch His Majesty’s attention!”

Yun Mingzhuo froze in surprise. He hadn’t expected the same little shous who’d been “adoring” him earlier to suddenly turn so bitter and resentful.

He didn’t care what the damn emperor said about him. That guy was scum anyway—whatever he said might as well be barking. But… Yun Mingzhuo really cared how the little shous saw him.

“No, it’s not like that. Please believe me.” He tried to explain, looking aggrieved, but the others looked thoroughly uninterested, wearing expressions of disgust.

So unfair…

“Consort Shang, please believe me. I truly meant it when I said I wanted to be friends with you.” He turned his eyes toward Shang Xuan, unable to hide the sincerity in his gaze.

“I believe you, Fanfan. You’re not that kind of person. His Majesty just misunderstood you.” Shang Xuan beamed at him with a smile so warm it could heal the heart.

Before Yun Mingzhuo could respond, Murong Zichen had already scooped him up and carried him to the sleeping quarters next to the hot spring, ordering the old eunuch to stand guard outside.

Inside the room, Yun Mingzhuo was tossed onto the bed.

“Don’t—don’t come any closer!” He scrambled back a few steps.

Damn it! If this guy weren’t the emperor, Yun Mingzhuo really would punch him right now.

“You’ve been trying to climb into Our bed this whole time, haven’t you? Now that I’m granting your wish, you’re not happy?” At this moment, Murong Zichen looked nothing like a majestic emperor—more like a scoundrel from a brothel.

“I already told you—I don’t have that anymore. If you won’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do!”
Yun Mingzhuo was angry too now—but even more than that, he was panicked.

Although he looked like a bottom, he actually had the soul of a pure top. He really didn’t want to be the one getting pressed down!

However, how could a eunuch like him possibly stand a chance against Murong Zichen?

This bedchamber was arranged with a very “particular” kind of “aesthetic”… And that so-called aesthetic was—this place was covered in spring palace illustrations^[1]. Even Yun Mingzhuo, who came from the 21st century, blushed at the scenes depicted.

Shameless!

That was the evaluation he gave Murong Zichen.

He originally wanted to get up, but his entire body suddenly went limp and fell back down, overcome with a dizzy spell—and even began to feel a strange, indescribable sensation.

He was a eunuch, so naturally, that feeling had to be coming from…

(To be continued…)