Chapter 114 – Black-Bellied Regent VS Loyal Shadow Guard (18)
Mu Jin had no intention of rejecting his lover; he always enjoyed being close to the one he loved. However, it seemed that Wen Renhong was more concerned about Mu Jin’s injuries, which was why he had been holding back.
Seeing the man who had been caring for him so diligently, Mu Jin’s eyes softened. He reached out and held Wen Renhong’s hand as he was about to get up after feeding him medicine. With a blush, he said, “Master, would you like me to attend to you?”
Hearing Mu Jin’s words, seeing him with a rare hint of embarrassment, Wen Renhong’s breath caught, yet he felt a bit helpless. Was he staring too obviously, causing the little guy beside him to notice?
He sighed and said to Mu Jin, “No need, your wounds haven’t fully healed yet. But Xiao Jin, from now on, don’t call me ‘Master.'”
Mu Jin froze, looking at Wen Renhong in confusion, asking, “Then, what should I call you?”
The man moved closer, embracing Mu Jin tightly, whispering into his ear, “That’s for you to decide, but I don’t want to be your master anymore.”
Wen Renhong had intended to use this opportunity to say something sweet, but to his surprise, the young man’s expression turned pale. The usually calm youth seemed devastated, gripping his fists and saying, “Please, Master, don’t abandon me!”
Wen Renhong hadn’t expected him to misunderstand. Before he fell into a coma, Mu Jin had confessed his feelings. And during this time, Wen Renhong thought he had made his intentions clear.
Seeing Mu Jin’s reaction, Wen Renhong felt a mix of exasperation and tenderness. “Xiao Jin, don’t you remember what you said to me before you lost consciousness?”
Mu Jin seemed confused, a hint of panic in his eyes. After a moment, he stammered, “I—I thought those were just confused thoughts during my coma. I didn’t know I actually said them out loud.”
His tone became urgent as he quickly explained, “Master, it was a slip of the tongue. Please don’t hold it against me. I—I won’t dare to do it again!”
“Dare to do what?” Wen Renhong narrowed his eyes, gripping Mu Jin’s chin to force him to meet his gaze.
The youth’s face grew even paler, and he lowered his eyes in sadness, saying, “I won’t dare to have any delusions anymore. I’ll just be your loyal shadow guard, doing my duty.”
Hearing this, Wen Renhong almost laughed from anger. The man he held was always so slow to understand feelings, but what could he do? He loved him.
He bent down and playfully bit Mu Jin’s cheek, leaving a faint mark, then gently kissed the spot and said, “I don’t want to be your master; I want to be your husband. Call me ‘husband,’ Xiao Jin.”
Hearing his shameless words, Mu Jin couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly, but outwardly, he feigned shock, staring at Wen Renhong in disbelief. It wasn’t until the man repeated it twice, urging him to respond, that he finally relented, his gaze tangled with uncertainty, as he whispered, “But Master, it’s against protocol.”
“Rules are made by people. Don’t you want to stay by my side?” Wen Renhong’s intense gaze bore into him, making Mu Jin’s resolve waver. He took a deep breath, nodded, and softly called him, “Husband.”
Hearing his beloved finally say the word he’d longed to hear, Wen Renhong’s restraint crumbled. He leaned in and kissed Mu Jin deeply, a passionate kiss that was both gentle and assertive, full of his love and tenderness.
When they finally parted, Wen Renhong’s eyes were filled with happiness and a sense of fulfillment.
After this moment, their relationship grew even closer. During the journey, they exchanged sweet words, turning what would have been a tedious trip into a romantic honeymoon. By the time they reached the capital, Mu Jin couldn’t help but feel that time had flown by.
That night, upon returning to the palace, Mu Jin stretched when he found that Wen Renhong was not in the room for a moment. Home truly was the most comfortable place. Though the carriage had been well-furnished by his lover, nothing compared to a soft bed. He was finally ready to rest.
Upon their return to the capital, Emperor Wen Renda, in a display of courtesy, had someone inform the palace that Wen Renhong could send a representative to check in once he returned.
The emperor granted him five nights of respite from attending court, acknowledging his fatigue from the journey and the arduous work, allowing him some rest. Yet Mu Jin found it odd that Wen Renhong, who usually never left his side, suddenly became very busy after their return.
In the past two days, the Hidden Pavilion had sent many reports, but it seemed like Wen Renhong was avoiding him, handling everything outside the room and only returning after finishing his work.
Mu Jin’s injuries hadn’t completely healed, and his martial arts skills weren’t as formidable as Wen Renhong’s, so even if he wanted to follow, he couldn’t. Seeing his lover acting so secretive, Mu Jin couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
One night, when Wen Renhong returned to their room, he carefully changed Mu Jin’s bandages. After finishing, he suddenly leaned down and kissed Mu Jin on the lips. Even though his touch was gentle, the seriousness and determination in Wen Renhong’s eyes made Mu Jin sense something else.
Mu Jin had a keen sixth sense about his lover, so after the kiss, he couldn’t help but ask, “Master, what’s happening?”
“Nothing,” Wen Renhong replied, shaking his head and resting his chin on Mu Jin’s head, playfully tousling his hair. “Xiao Jin, don’t worry. All the hardship you’ve been through won’t be in vain.”
Mu Jin furrowed his brow, feeling a sense of foreboding. He quickly called upon 003, the system in his mind, to investigate the recent activities of the Hidden Pavilion and the capital.
Indeed, Wen Renhong and his subordinates had plans. Since Mu Jin’s injury, Wen Renhong had already entertained the idea of assassinating the emperor. Now, the Hidden Pavilion was set to deploy all its forces to carry out a covert attack on the royal palace the next night.
Upon hearing 003’s report, Mu Jin’s eyes widened. He quickly grabbed Wen Renhong’s hand and sternly asked, “Master, what have you done?”
Wen Renhong was amused by Mu Jin’s rare display of emotion, finding it endearing. He gently stroked Mu Jin’s cheek and softly replied, “Xiao Jin, do you want to be the empress of Chiyue?”
Mu Jin was shocked by Wen Renhong’s words, his eyes wide, quickly shaking his head, “Master, are you planning to attack the emperor?”
Wen Renhong hesitated briefly before nodding slowly. He seemed unfazed by Mu Jin’s anxiety, responding with a lighthearted smile, “Xiao Jin, just be ready to be my empress. Okay?”
Mu Jin almost felt like vomiting blood at Wen Renhong’s casual demeanor, but he couldn’t help but feel a hint of sweetness. Being suddenly thrust into a domineering CEO-like role, he was both amused and flustered.
However, the current situation worried him. Wen Renhong’s actions were purely driven by revenge, considering that the emperor had only a few months to live due to his poisoning. It would have been easier to wait patiently and assume the role of regent, thereby gaining control of the court.
Furthermore, such drastic actions could disrupt the storyline, potentially leading to unforeseen consequences and the possibility of angering the world’s consciousness.
Mu Jin gathered his resolve and tried to shake off Wen Renhong’s charms, saying firmly, “Master, you can’t do this.”
“This isn’t justified, and I don’t want you to be labeled as a usurper or a fratricide! Besides, the emperor is heavily poisoned and might not live long. Master, please reconsider!”
However, Wen Renhong’s attitude was resolute, answering, “I’ve already decided. If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t have been so severely injured. What he did to you, I’ll make him pay back tenfold.”
His eyes grew cold as he spoke, and Mu Jin was taken aback. He knew how much he meant to Wen Renhong, but he hadn’t realized his lover had become this intense.
To calm him down, Mu Jin didn’t hesitate. He raised his head and kissed Wen Renhong on the lips. As expected, Wen Renhong was momentarily stunned, then took the lead, savoring the moment.
After a long time of satisfying Wen Renhong’s desires, Mu Jin finally caught his breath and said to his lover, “Master, I beg you. If my actions cause you to bear a bad reputation, I will never forgive myself!”
Looking at Mu Jin firmly, even though his lover had explained, Wen Renhong still couldn’t understand why he was so resolutely opposed to this matter, especially when he had such a high chance of success.