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

Chu Zhuo, however, felt a sense of "I knew it."

According to the conversation with 001 in the system space, he always ends up with the villain, so Yan Jiheng... is he also like that?

Chu Zhuo was lost in thought when he stopped fiddling with the Luban lock. A hand patted his shoulder, and a man asked him affectionately, "Why did you stop playing?"

"..." Chu Zhuo turned his head, his nose brushing against the other's sharp chin. He slightly raised his eyes, his pupils reflecting the emperor's concerned expression, "Yan Jiheng?"

Yan Jiheng replied, "Yes, I'm here."

That unguarded, completely sincere gaze was so captivating that the man's breathing grew heavier and heavier.

His voice was a notch louder than usual, and his other hand, hidden behind his back, was clenched into a fist.

Just bear with it, at least get to bed.

Chu Zhuo took two steps back.

The young emperor didn't move, calmly observing him: "A-Zhuo?"

In each small world full of exploration and the unknown, besides completing the tasks, if there is a mysterious lover... it's like an unexpected bonus that appears during the continuous treasure hunt, waiting for him to unlock it.

Yan Jiheng's mind was filled with pure feudal imperial ideology.

Chu Zhuo was a little curious: what would a monarch do?

The sound of hushed conversations drifted from nearby, and a group of young men and women shoved and jostled a young man in blue.

The young man in blue, his cheeks flushed, mustered his courage and walked over with encouragement from his friends.

The guards appeared to stop them, but Yan Jiheng glanced at them and quickly slipped back to his original position.

Xue Bozhang stood three feet away: "My name is Xue Bozhang. Young master, may we play together?"

Yan Jiheng remained still, quietly observing how Chu Zhuo would react.

Chu Zhuo's idea was simple: a spring outing is all about having fun, and a lively atmosphere is more interesting. He readily agreed: "My name is Chi Chu Zhuo."

Yan Jiheng's gaze fell on the young master who called himself Xue Bozhang. He raised his arm slightly, and the guards understood his meaning. One of them took the order and left.

Chu Zhuo took a few steps out, then suddenly realized something, turned around and asked, "Your Majesty, it's a day off today, so I don't need to protect you personally anymore, right?"

"Go have fun." Yan Jiheng smiled at him, his expression calm.

Once the person had walked away, he suppressed his smile, a hint of gloom settling in his eyes.

Young emperors have only been on the throne for three to five years, and they never do anything without certainty; all their patience is only temporary.

This is an ancient world of feudal autocracy and centralized power. Chu Zhuo was not naive enough to invite the emperor to play with a group of ordinary people. After receiving permission, he took the football and ran excitedly towards the group.

The countryside was open and spacious. The football match was divided into two teams, and Xue Bozhang consciously stood behind Chu Zhuo.

The man acting as referee tossed the ball into the air. Chu Zhuo's eyes followed its trajectory as it fell. He leaned back, hooked his long leg, and juggled the ball with force: "Xue Bozhang, catch the ball."

Xue Bozhang, who had been shy just moments before, became serious. He took a few large steps, caught the ball with the instep of his foot, and tossed it to the next person.

The man quickly headed the ball, then delivered a flying side kick, sending the ball into the basket.

One team cheers while the other is filled with sorrow.

After playing for about half an hour, everyone was a little tired, but Chu Zhuo was still not done playing and kept bouncing the ball around.

Everyone sat down to catch their breath, watching the young man juggling the ball. His light green robe blended seamlessly with the spring sunshine, and his striking features were lively and captivating. The ball never left his feet.

After a moment, a woman hesitated and said, "Don't you guys think the name Chi Chuzhuo sounds familiar?"

My friend chimed in, "We're not very familiar with each other, but I remember that General Chi, who returned to Beijing a while ago, also had the surname Chi. I wonder if it's the same Chi."

As soon as he finished speaking, they unconsciously looked at the boy juggling the ball.

Age, appearance, temperament—they all closely resemble the rumors circulating these past few days about General Chi…

No way.

The Yan Dynasty had an open social atmosphere, but there were not many cases of men marrying women in a proper manner.

If this person really is the young general... they turned their heads in tacit agreement and stared at Xue Bozhang.

He understood the unspoken implication, and Xue Bozhang's face paled slightly: "It shouldn't be... such a coincidence, right?"

Everyone knows that the Chi family is full of military officers. Chi's father died in battle two years ago, and now the Chi family only has the young general as their sole heir. Surely the old general wouldn't agree to his grandson marrying a man, right? Otherwise, wouldn't the Chi family line end?

After a while, someone, still clinging to hope, interjected, "This is just our speculation. Just like Bo Zhang said, the capital is so prosperous and large; there can't be that many coincidences."

"But... if there really is such a remarkable person in the capital, we should have heard of him. He just appeared out of nowhere."

Excellent, that hits the nail on the head.

It can only be said that the title of "Young General" is too great. He is only eighteen or seventeen years old and has not yet come of age. Many people do not know his name and call him "Young General Chi," "Little General Chi," or simply "Young General."

Chu Zhuo stopped juggling the ball, toying with it in his hand, spinning it between his fingers. He noticed the sudden silence from the group and asked, "Have you all rested enough?"

Xue Bozhang gazed at the young man who had captivated him at first sight, and asked with a conflicted expression, "Are you General Chi?"

Chu Zhuo had nothing to hide: "Yes, I just returned to Beijing a few days ago."

Xue Bozhang gave up: "..."

Sometimes, it's necessary to play dumb; you don't need to be completely honest about everything.

Since I know I have no chance, let's just pretend we're friends.

Seeing that Xue Bozhang had come to his senses, the others enthusiastically played Cuju (ancient Chinese football) with Chu Zhuo.

Two quarters of an hour later, Chu Zhuo was getting a little hungry when a bodyguard came to call him.

Chu Zhu waved goodbye as she left, saying, "I have to go now, farewell everyone."

Xue Bozhang forced a smile. After the person walked away, he tugged at the corner of his lips, a self-deprecating expression on his face.

His friend comforted him, saying, "There are plenty of fish in the sea. Let's not ruin General Chi's life. He has a good personality, so it's not a bad idea to make friends with him."

That's true; Xue Bozhang felt a little better after that.

However, the day after he returned home, he became inexplicably busy, with a lot of miscellaneous matters piling up at once. After he finished, he heard that General Xiao Chi had set off for the border.

Chu Zhuo ran back to the pavilion, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Yan Jiheng took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead: "Tired from playing?"

"It's alright, I'm just really hungry." Chu Zhuo glanced at the food laid out on the stone table, the aroma wafting into his nose. He took a deep, intoxicating breath. "Your Majesty, may we begin to eat?"

A basin of clean water was placed beside him. Yan Jiheng soaked a handkerchief and washed his hands: "Eat up. The guards escorted you all the way here using their light-footed skills. It's still warm."

Chu Zhuo sat down, picked up a piece of fish, which was tender and juicy with few bones. He then ate some rice with the broth. It tasted twice as good as usual after exercising.

After finishing his meal, Yan Jiheng poured him a small cup of plum wine, which Chu Zhuo tilted his head back and sipped clean: "It's sweet and sour, very appetizing. I feel like I can still eat more."

The young general was thin but strong, and had an amazing appetite. Yan Jiheng took his bowl away and said, "Don't be greedy, A-Zhuo has already eaten a lot."

Chu Zhuo obediently said "okay" and played a game of Go with Yan Jiheng.

The first loss was swift; the white stones were completely surrounded by the black stones. Chu Zhuo picked up the white stones from the board, unwilling to give up: "Let's go again."

In the second round, Chu Zhuo persisted for a longer time, her eyes crinkling as she said, "I'm clever, aren't I, Yan Jiheng?"

Yan Jiheng said with a doting smile, "The young general is unparalleled in the world."