Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

001's doubts materialized and entered Chu Zhuo's sea of ​​consciousness. However, it quickly understood and cried out: "Of course, the host and I are the perfect match. You, a feudal and autocratic emperor, were probably playing in the mud somewhere while the host and I were being all lovey-dovey."

Initial thought: [Yan Jiheng probably didn't play with mud when he was little.]

001 immediately put on a pitiful expression: "Ah, he's the ruler of a nation, and he can't even play with mud?"

Noticing the complex look in Chu Zhuo's eyes, Yan Jiheng hesitated for a moment before asking, "What did it say?"

"..." Chu Zhuo avoided his gaze, "I do not speak animal language, I am just a warrior."

Yan Jiheng didn't think the big bird had said anything nice.

However, since the boy was willing to defend him, he didn't hold it against him.

"No need to change your self-reference, just use your usual way." Yan Jiheng went along with him and gently brushed it off. "Three days later, I will hold a special banquet for the young general in the palace. When the young general returns to his residence to rest, remember to attend the banquet in the palace."

Chu Zhu nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Okay, I understand, I'll be there on time."

As for 001's whereabouts, Chu Zhuo explained, "Chongming loves freedom. It has chosen me and will not choose another master. Let's not lock it up, okay?"

If Yan Jiheng refuses, Chu Zhuo is prepared to shrink 001 and make it invisible.

001 is a partner and a friend. He will not restrict 001 because of the limitations of a certain world.

Yan Jiheng was pleased by the use of "we" in his words: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

After the army dispersed, Chu Zhuo was taken back to the general's mansion by the old general who had been waiting for him.

When the elderly Mrs. Chi saw her grandson, who had not returned home for a long time, she touched his cheeks, shoulders, and arms in turn, tears streaming down her face as she stroked him: "You've lost weight, but you've also grown taller."

General Chi was not very satisfied: "Of course you've grown taller in the years I haven't seen you, but you haven't gotten much of a tan. You've been tanned on the battlefield for six or seven years, and you still look like a pale-faced young man, not masculine at all."

Old Madam Chi slapped him on the back: "You think being dark-skinned is good? A face like yours, all coal-colored, is that what you call good-looking?"

General Chi exaggeratedly rubbed his shoulder: "Ah Xing, be gentle, you're making my heart jump out of my chest."

"Don't exaggerate like that. I wonder who knew Xiao Zhuo was coming back this morning and got up early to practice a set of boxing." The old lady exposed him on the spot.

General Chi's gaze shifted.

Madam Chi, who was standing to the side, was already in tears. Taking advantage of the moment, Chu Zhuo quickly ran to Madam Chi's side, took out a handkerchief from her clothes, wiped away her tears, and called out affectionately, "Mother, I'm back safely."

Madam Chi could no longer bear it. She hugged him and cried uncontrollably, "It's good that my son is back, it's good that he's back."

After a busy and hectic journey, Chu Zhuo slept soundly for the past two days.

On the day of the banquet, after bathing, he changed into a gorgeous crimson robe, with a black belt cinching his waist. His hair was tied up high, and he stood there full of energy, with bright features, looking every bit the carefree young man.

Madam Chi circled him halfway around, then smiled with satisfaction: "My son is exceptionally handsome."

General Chi arrived late, glanced at the armor, and commented, "It's not as good-looking as the armor; that's what real iron-blooded men look like."

The old lady rolled her eyes at him: "A banquet is being held in the palace. Why did you make Xiao Zhu wear armor? Aren't you afraid His Majesty will punish him for threatening or disrespecting us?"

Speaking of this, General Chi had something to say: "I'm really not afraid. Guess what His Majesty said the other day?"

The old lady looked at her with a puzzled expression, and General Chi laughed heartily: "This lad has brought honor to the Chi family. His Majesty has granted him special permission to meet the Emperor without kneeling."

Yan Jiheng deliberately used his internal energy to amplify the volume of those words, making them audible for miles around.

Madam Chi asked quietly, "Is what Father said true?"

Chu Zhuo nodded: "Yes, His Majesty is a wise ruler."

In his previous life, despite the pressure from powerful families, His Majesty resolutely sought the truth for the Chi family, thus sparing the deceased General Chi from unjust accusations. This was His Majesty's way of being a ruler.

He was a wise ruler; that's absolutely true.

Fortunately, everything has changed in this life. Before leaving, Chu Zhu hugged Madam Chi and Old Madam Chi one by one: "Mother, Grandmother, I'm going now."

The grandfather and grandson jumped onto the carriage, and the wheels rumbled as they headed towards the palace.

*

At the banquet, the court officials were all seated and talking in hushed tones.

The chief eunuch, Fu Pei, entered carrying a whisk and shouted in a shrill voice, "His Majesty has arrived!"

The officials rose and knelt, saying, "Welcome, Your Majesty."

A large group of people knelt down. Chu Zhuo symbolically raised his hands in a cupped-up gesture, but before he could even finish the movement, the emperor passed by and gently brushed the back of his hand: "No need, you can stand."

The emperor, dressed in a black and red imperial robe and wearing a crown, entered the arena and walked step by step toward the highest position.

Yan Jiheng's gaze fell on the only person standing in the main hall.

Her red dress was dazzling, and her bright eyes were both clean and captivating.

Yan Jiheng's Adam's apple bobbed, he cleared his throat, and said in a loud voice, "Rise."

The ministers returned to their seats.

General Chi pulled his grandson aside: "Xiao Zhuo, what did His Majesty say to you?"

Chu Zhuo conveyed, "He told me to just stand."

General Chi felt something was off.

This banquet was held in honor of General Chi, to reward his merits. Yan Jiheng bestowed upon him countless treasures, with box after box being carried out, making it as grand as a betrothal ceremony.

General Chi was stunned, prostrated himself on the ground, and replied in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, this is against etiquette. I am not fortunate enough to accept such a generous gift."

Yan Jiheng suppressed his suggestion: "General Chi, there is no need to worry. I have other matters to announce later."

General Chi rose with a puzzled expression and returned to his seat.

After reading out the list of various rewards and gifts, Fu Pei took out a bright yellow imperial edict, unfolded it, and read: "In accordance with the will of Heaven and the times, I hereby declare: Chi Chuzhuo, son of the Chi family, is a great general of the Yan Dynasty. He has a face like jade, is naturally intelligent, brave and mighty, has a dignified appearance, and is exceptionally chivalrous... I hereby appoint General Chi Chuzhuo as my personal bodyguard. This is my decree."

The entire hall was completely silent.

The reason is simple: this imperial edict is extremely rare. It not only retains the rank of general but also appoints a personal bodyguard.

And probably eight or nine out of ten of the words in the imperial edict were praises. Was His Majesty clear-headed when he decided to draft the edict?

No wonder there are so many rewards. Everyone knows that His Majesty is the emperor who has suffered the most assassination attempts since the Yan Dynasty ascended the throne. Although the emperor's close ministers are tempting, they must be able to stay for a long time.

Now, everyone's attention shifted back to the rows of boxes and the unique imperial edict, and they no longer felt any envy.

General Chi's mood was also quite complicated, but he was not as pessimistic as outsiders. Instead, he wondered why His Majesty's imperial edict contained so many words praising his grandson.

Chu Zhuo accepted the imperial decree and was kept in the palace that night.

Yan Jiheng's original words were: "Send your servant back to the General's Mansion to fetch your everyday clothes. From today onwards, you will live in my side hall."

General Chi returned home alone. Faced with his wife and daughter-in-law's questioning, he recounted the whole story, concluding with, "Does His Majesty value Xiao Zhuo so much?"

Unlike men's carelessness, Madam Chi had a bad feeling. Personal guards in the Great Yan Dynasty represented the emperor's close ministers... Xiao Zhuo had only been back in the capital for a few days. Did His Majesty value the Chi family or Xiao Zhuo?

A strange thought flashed through my mind, so fast that it left no trace.

Let's go back to the palace.

After leaving the person behind, Yan Jiheng pointed to the side hall next to him and said, "That's where you usually rest. I'll take you to get familiar with the main hall."

Fupei followed to the door and stopped on his own.

His Majesty is showing people around the main hall? Only His Majesty would dare to say something like that...

The emperor's palace was very large, with the front hall used for handling state affairs.

Walking further in, towards the back of the sleeping quarters, a large, bright yellow bed comes into view.

After the two finished walking around, Yan Jiheng leaned closer and lowered his voice: "It's getting late, young general, you should go and rest."

In the stillness of the night, the emperor's address of "little general" sounded strangely affectionate.

Chu Zhu waved to him: "Well then, see you tomorrow, Your Majesty, goodnight."

Yan Jiheng watched the boy's cheerful figure disappear into the distance.

Narrow waist, lean and strong, what would it feel like to hold him? Confined to the bed, slowly pulling off his clothes, underpants, shoes and socks, his snow-white body stained with the color he gave her... Would the little general cry?

The young general, full of youthful vigor, must have been quite beautiful when he cried.

The man's obsession was no longer hidden; his pupils became dark and unfathomable.

That night, the young emperor summoned Fupei to prepare water.

The chief eunuch, with his keen observation, spoke up: "Your Majesty, the young general is right next door, you..."

"No need. I want him to do it willingly." The emperor raised his hand in refusal, his piercing eyes filled with deep desire. "It's so easy to force someone. A mere body is boring. It's the heart, along with the burning lust, that I want."

After speaking, Yan Jiheng stepped into the bucket of cold water.