Chapter 101 – Black-Bellied Regent VS Loyal Shadow Guard (5)
It’s a pity that his eyes are too empty. If there could be more light in them, I wonder what kind of charm he would have.
But then, Wen Renhong was surprised to find that there seemed to be some food crumbs on the corner of Mu Jin’s mouth.
Looking at the expressionless face of the other party, but with the appearance of cake crumbs on the corner of his mouth, he seemed like a child who had been caught stealing food and was unaware of it. A smile flashed in the man’s eyes, and he said to Mu Jin, “Were you eating just now?”
Mu Jin was taken aback for a moment, but he nodded to Wen Renhong anyway. Then, he heard the man across from her ask, “What are you eating? Let me see.”
Mu Jin obediently took out the leftover milk cake from his arms and unwrapped the oiled paper.
Wen Renhong saw several pieces of cake lying quietly in the oil paper bag, one of which had a small bite mark on it. For some strange reason, the man picked up the bitten cake and sniffed it gently. A sweet aroma wafted up to his nose, making him feel inexplicably hungry.
He took a bite. The cake was soft and delicious. It was a common cake, but for some reason, eating it gave him a familiar feeling. He even felt a warm feeling in his heart. But then he realized that it was the one Mu Jin had bitten, and his body stiffened for a moment.
Wen Renhong has always been very guarded. He doesn’t like to have much contact with people unless necessary, and he certainly doesn’t like to eat food that others have bitten. But just now, he had eaten the food of his own shadow guard without a second thought. It was as if his subconscious mind told him that it was the natural thing to do.
He even wanted to smack his lips and savor
Surprised at how greedy he was, Wen Renhong coughed lightly to cover it up and took another sip of wine. He was glad that his shadow guards were men of few words. Otherwise, he would have been embarrassed no matter what Mu Jin said now.
Mu Jin had already finished the wine in his glass. He wouldn’t be petty with his own man over a few pieces of cake. In fact, he thought it was perfectly natural for Wen Renhong to like milk cakes.
After going through so many worlds, he had noticed that while men in most worlds didn’t like sweets, they all seemed to have a fondness for milk cakes or similar foods. Perhaps this had something to do with the first world, where the first time he had given Mo Yi
In each world, some of the small habits they formed would unconsciously carry over to the next. This made Mu Jin feel that even though his lover had lost his memories, his subconscious was still the same person he had lived with for countless lifetimes. Their feelings for each other had never changed.
After putting down his wine glass, Mu Jin pulled up his face mask again. Wen Renhong couldn’t help but feel a sense of pity when he saw his cute face covered up.
This was the first time he had been this close to Mu Jin. He couldn’t help but notice a pleasant fragrance on the other person. He unconsciously twitched his nose and ordered Mu Jin, “Come closer.”
Mu Jin obediently stepped a little closer. He saw the man take a deep breath in his direction.
Wen Renhong recognized the fragrance of lotus leaves, mixed with a hint of medicinal herbs. It had a slightly bitter taste, yet it was strangely pleasant to the nose. He hated fragrances, but he found the scent of this person to be strangely addictive.
He could still tell the difference between incense and body odor. If this wasn’t incense, then could it be the body odor of the person across from him?
He couldn’t help but take another deep breath. He didn’t know why, but after smelling Shadow Eleven’s fragrance , he felt a sense of comfort all over his body.
This was the first time Wen Renhong had ever realized that fragrance was not just something to be disgusted by. It could also be refreshing. He sniffed for a long time, thinking he was being discreet, until he almost became intoxicated. Only then did he realize what he had been doing.
The man’s face darkened at once. He felt his behavior just now had been a bit unreasonable. He cast a scrutinizing
He poured Mu Jin two more glasses of wine and watched him drink them obediently. But Mu Jin still didn’t say anything, his eyes empty like a puppet’s. After a while, the man found himself bored. And besides being bored, he also felt a faint pain in his heart.
Seemingly unwilling to see the person across from him react this way, the man rubbed his aching temples, waved his hand, and dismissed Mu Jin. Then he drank a whole pot of wine by himself and went straight to bed and fell asleep.
That night, Wen Renhong slept very well. He had smelled a lot of Mu Jin’s fragrance and eaten the pastries that Mu Jin had bitten, which had a certain calming effect.
For so many years, he hadn’t slept as soundly as he had last night. When he woke up the next day, it was already past noon. He felt refreshed and his whole spirit was much better.
In his mind, the image of that little guy who secretly ate milk cakes in the room last night involuntarily flashed through. The man was well aware that the shadow guards didn’t have fixed meal times. Typically, they carried some food with them, consuming it when convenient, without affecting their tasks for the master.
The sweetness of the pastries from last night still lingered on his tongue, and he ordered the servants to prepare breakfast. After some consideration, he instructed them to prepare two more baskets of buns. When he finished eating, there were still quite a few left.
The man tapped the table twice and said casually, “Shadow Eleven, you’re not allowed to follow me until you finish eating all of this.” After he finished speaking, he left the room as usual.
Mu Jin waited until Wen Renhong left before he appeared. He smiled when he saw the remaining soup dumplings and side dishes on the table. He quickly picked up a bun and took a big bite.
The food in the palace was delicious, and the soup dumplings were his favorite. Mu Jin ate with great satisfaction. After all, he had been a shadow guard since he came to this world, and the food for shadow guards was not very good. It was mainly for convenience and to fill the stomach.
Even though there were many delicacies in the palace and outside, Mu Jin didn’t have the chance to enjoy them because he had to follow Wen Renhong around all the time.
Mu Jin was not a picky eater. After she finished eating, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and quickly left to join Wen Renhong.
Wen Renhong was in the study not far away, frowning as he held a chess piece in his hand. He was drinking tea and playing chess against himself.
The man’s face only softened slightly when he felt another familiar aura in his room.
The man had been dealing with the matter of the Fourth Prince, Wen Renhui, for the past few days. He had already laid down the necessary secret lines, and the event was developing as he had planned. He only needed to wait quietly for the outcome.
The atmosphere in the court had been tense for the past two days. No matter what, he was still a prince, and he didn’t want to be involved in the factionalism
Anyway, he was seen as a good-for-nothing who was bound to make mistakes. This unintentional mistake was neither too serious nor too trivial to warrant a month or two of reflection at home. It was the perfect excuse to avoid going to court and dealing with all the trouble there.
However, it was all thanks to Shadow Eleven that the emperor was ignoring him like this. Ever since Shadow Eleven had fed medicine to the spy sent by the imperial palace, the spy had no choice but to obey the palace.
Perhaps Wen Renda had heard that he was just as he appeared to be, and was not a threat. This had relieved him, so he was now focused on dealing with Wen Renhui.
Wen Renhong stayed confined in the mansion and recently sent Lin Hua on other missions. Information gathered from the Feixing Towerwas collected by others and delivered to him.
Wen Renhong had been staying in the mansion every day recently, but he didn’t mind. In fact, he found himself enjoying the leisurely pace of life. It had been a long time since he had felt so relaxed.
After throwing a white piece onto the board, he suddenly exclaimed, “Can you play chess?”
Although it seemed like he was talking to himself, Mu Jin knew that the other party was asking him. So he replied to the man, “I’m not very good at it.”
“No matter, come over and play a couple of rounds with me.” As Wen Renhong’s words fell, Mu Jin flipped down from the ceiling.
Having seen Mu Jin flip down from the ceiling many times, Wen Renhong sincerely wondered how he hadn’t noticed it before. It seemed that the ceiling was indeed the favorite hiding place for the shadow guards, maybe even their sleeping place at night.
Handing the black chess piece box to Mu Jin, Wen Renhong took the white pieces and placed one on the board. He then said to Mu Jin, “Come, it’s your turn.”
Mu Jin nodded in response, hesitated for a moment, and then put a black piece on the board. However, it was apparent that his move wasn’t skillful given the current situation.
Mu Jin was indeed intelligent, but he had never been interested in games like chess. If it were a simple game like tic-tac-toe, he could play for a while. However, when it came to chess, he would basically make random moves. Thus, he quickly found himself defenseless against Wen Renhong’s strategic moves.
People often say that playing chess is like understanding a person. In a situation where Wen Renhong could not hold back, he played skillfully, strategizing, and excelling at overseeing the entire situation. How could a novice like Mu Jin be his opponent? In a short while, he lost three games.
Unexpectedly, Shadow Eleven, who flawlessly completed any task assigned to him, showed no talent in playing chess. Wen Renhong couldn’t help but chuckle in his heart. There was no shame in playing against someone weaker, and he even felt that facing a more human and fallible side of the usually perfect tool was quite enjoyable.
After Mu Jin lost two more games, Wen Renhong called for servants to bring some snacks. Among the snacks was the milk cake that he had eaten the night before, which made Wen Renhong feel a little satisfied.