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Published at 10th of April 2020 07:56:00 AM


Chapter 10

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Zhen’s[royal ‘I’]1 identity was concealed from you, and your gender was concealed from Zhen[me]. This is quite fair." His voice was low, and there was a teasing tone in it. When his eyes locked on Yan Ge’s body, the sliver of tenderness in his inky black pupils resembled the warmth of the sun in early winter, causing people’s entire body to feel warm.

Yan Ge pulled her hand, but Emperor Yuan held onto it firmly.

His words may have been gentle, but the strength in his hands was great, silently proclaiming his strong stance.

He didn’t wait for Yan Ge to speak: "Is Yan Ge your real name? Which family’s daughter are you? Where is your home?”

Yan Ge slightly raised her head, and her sharp and penetrating eyes matched Emperor Yuan’s gaze.

She said: "I regard you as a bosom friend."

I regard you as a bosom friend, yet you want to sleep with me!

Her words were calm, but her brows were slightly furrowed, and her exhausted expression had difficulty hiding her grievance.

Emperor Yuan was stunned.

There were countless women in the harem and their existence was as natural as drinking water. Whether there was one more or one less was an ordinary matter for him.

He admired Yan Ge’s talent very much.

She didn’t have the so-called tenderness and grace of a woman, and her features did not conform to the aesthetics of contemporary men.

If she were to marry any of those men, she certainly won’t be treasured or pampered.

Other than him, few people would appreciate her talent.

This was the first time he had the idea of wanting to have a woman beside him.

Entering the palace to follow him was obviously a win-win situation. He hadn’t expected her to refuse.

Emperor Yuan’s heart was somewhat puzzled but thought nothing of it. If she was a gifted scholar, he would have thoughts of being friends, but she was just a woman.

Anyway, it wasn’t a good thing for a woman to be too proud. If he waited for her to think it over as she recovered, then she may come around to the idea.

"Are you hungry? Zhen[I]will order someone to bring you a meal. What would you care to eat?" Emperor Yuan skipped over Yan Ge’s words. He squeezed her palms, then released them to attend to her meal himself.

The poison in Yan Ge had been resolved, but the sword injury on her chest was quite severe.

She could only recline on her side, and her other hand was unable to move.

Emperor Yuan personally held the porridge bowl and fed Yan Ge regardless of her protests.

For the first time ever, he waited on a person, and the nearby palace servants were collectively dumbfounded.

Ji Zai didn’t understand why Yan Ge would let go of such a great opportunity: "He’s already brought you into the palace and you’re still thinking about leaving? You’re wasting such a good opportunity, just how are you going to be able to complete this task?"

The love trial was definitely to make him fall in love with a woman. Ji Zai didn’t think Yan Ge’s way of handling things was conducive to the task. After all, this tree had no heart, and feelings were not like military tactics on paper2; they couldn’t be taken by force.

Yan Ge was too lazy to talk about humanity with this bird beast.

The chest wound caused Yan Ge to lie in bed for more than a week.

Emperor Yuan spent most of his time working in this room, and he occasionally met courtiers in the outer room. He must have thought that because Yan Ge spent most of her day in a muddled state, there was nothing to worry about.

One day just after waking up, Yan Ge heard Emperor Yuan’s muted roar coming from the side room: "Zhen[I] merely ordered him to return to the capital to receive a reward, not find fault to his head off. He actually stated illness as an excuse not to come. What does he take Zhen’s[I] imperial edict for? Perhaps he harbors a guilty conscience!”

"This world is Zhen[my] domain. He merely wins a few battles then forgets his own identity. What use does Zhen[I] have for such a subject!”

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1 Zhen (朕): pronoun ‘I’ that is reserved for emperors; literally means ‘we’.
2 Military tactics on paper (纸上谈兵): idiom that means ‘good in theory, but not in practice’.





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