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

After playing five games of Go, Chu Zhuo couldn't sit still any longer: "Your Majesty, would you like to play pitch-pot? I'll have a match with you."

Yan Jiheng glanced at the pitch-pot game on the ground, his eyes asking, "Since it's a competition, let's make a bet. Does the young general want one?"

Chu Zhuo searched her mind: "I don't have anything I want for the time being, but how about I promise the other person something?"

Yan Jiheng chuckled: "Okay."

After setting out the bronze pot, the two men divided the arrows equally. Yan Jiheng stepped slightly to the side and said, "Young General, you go first."

Chu Zhuo didn't argue with him. He rolled up his sleeves, aimed at the mouth of the bottle, and threw it out. The arrow went straight in.

Then came the second and third arrows, clanging continuously, and all ten arrows went into the jar.

Chu Zhu clapped his hands and boasted without restraint, "Your Majesty is feeling the pressure, isn't he?"

Yan Jiheng gripped the arrows in his hand and casually threw them. Eight hit the target, and he threw the remaining two into the small holes on either side of the pierced ear pot.

Chu Zhu glared at the bronze pot with a bitter expression: "Damn it, His Majesty cheated! I should have let His Majesty come first."

Yan Jiheng's lips curled slightly, and he was about to speak when a faint gust of wind swept past in the distance. He quickly shielded Chu Zhuo behind him.

Meanwhile, all the hidden guards concealed in the small grove were mobilized.

Chu Zhuo immediately turned around, back to back with Yan Jiheng, and glanced around warily: "Your Majesty can rest assured to entrust your back to me."

A buzzing vibration came from behind him, followed by a deep male voice: "Alright, then I'll leave your protection to A-Zhuo."

Before long, a group of masked men in black, each carrying a knife, sprang out from the hilltop and began fighting with the hidden guards who had appeared from the shadows.

Unlike the palace, the outskirts of the city had a large number of people, and there were no obstacles around them, so there were always a few who managed to squeeze through the encirclement.

Chu Zhuo drew the soft sword from his waist.

It was an extremely rare weapon, crafted a hundred years ago by a master swordsmith who sought out rare and precious materials. When coiled around the waist, it was soft and supple, but when drawn out and used with internal force, it became as hard as iron. No matter how one swung it at the enemy, it would not soften.

A sharp clang—the sound of clashing weapons rang out.

Chu Zhuo gripped the sword hilt with his backhand and thrust it to the side. The man in black fell down, and a gust of wind from the left blew the stray hairs on his forehead. He then turned and stabbed the man in the abdomen.

Another man in black found him unguarded right in front of him, a silver blade close to his eyeball. Chu Zhuo pulled Yan Jiheng aside and used his dominant hand to sever the man's carotid artery, spraying blood all over his face.

Yan Jiheng asked urgently, "Is Azhuo hurt?"

Chu Zhuo spoke very quickly: "No, Your Majesty, don't be distracted, I'll handle it."

About fifteen minutes later, all the men in black were killed. The last survivor took advantage of the moment when no one was looking and quickly bit the poison hidden between his teeth, committing suicide by poisoning himself.

Another group of suicide bombers.

The head of the secret guards checked his breath, felt for his pulse, and then knelt on one knee to report, "Your Majesty, he is no longer breathing."

The man's dark pupils were tinged with coldness, as still as a deep pool: "Investigate, which powerful family is involved this time, and give them a warning."

Rumors circulated that Yan Jiheng was the emperor who had been assassinated the most, primarily because he threatened the interests of powerful families.

The numerous noble families of the Great Yan Dynasty had complex and far-reaching kinship relationships, where a single move could have far-reaching consequences.

As for the countless assassinations... Yan Jiheng deliberately allowed them.

Through countless assassinations and investigations into the backgrounds of the assassins over the years, Yan Jiheng has gradually uncovered half of the secrets of the aristocratic families.

Two or three out of ten of what was passed on to the outside world was false information he released.

After saying that, Yan Jiheng fetched a basin of water and carefully wiped the blood off Chu Zhuo's face. His gaze softened instantly: "Thank you for protecting me, Zhuo. What promise do you want?"

Chu Zhu shook his head: "I am His Majesty's personal guard, and it is my duty to protect His Majesty."

Yan Jiheng said, "Regarding the pitching game just now, I cheated on the last two shots. It doesn't count. I only won eight shots, while Azhu won ten. Azhu won. According to the competition's rewards and punishments, I owe Azhu a promise."

Is it still possible to calculate it this way?

Chu Zhuo was skeptical, but he figured he might as well take advantage of the emperor's favor, so he grinned broadly and said, "Then it's settled. These guards are all witnesses."

The guards trembled with fear: "..."

*

The assassination attempt occurred during the spring outing, and Chu Zhuo stayed close to Yan Jiheng for several days, always keeping his hand on his waist, in case an assassin appeared from any corner.

Yan Jiheng silently enjoyed the boy's close protection for a few days, and only afterward did he seem to notice his nervousness, explaining in a relaxed tone: "The palace is heavily guarded, and assassins can't get in. Azhuo, there's no need to be so nervous."

Chu Zhuo wasn't as shrewd as him, and upon hearing this, she confirmed with him, "Really?"

"Of course, why would I lie to Ah Zhuo?" The man looked back calmly, showing no sign of guilt.

Chu Zhuo believed him, breathed a sigh of relief, poured himself a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp: "Your Majesty, may I take a half-day off? I would like to fly a kite."

"The Imperial Garden is very large. I'll accompany A-Zhuo." Yan Jiheng made the final decision, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

001 stomped on Chu Zhuo's shoulder with its bird claws: [Why are the villains getting involved when we're just playing?]

Chu Zhuo tilted his head slightly, and the little bird on his shoulder folded its wings and made a gesture to Yan Jiheng without prior arrangement.

Yan Jiheng's sharp eyes flashed, catching the boy's unusual movement, and his gaze fell on the other's shoulder... but there was nothing there, it was empty.

Yan Jiheng casually placed his hand on Chu Zhuo's shoulder: "Have some pastries before you go."

001 flapped its wings and flew to Chu Zhuo's other shoulder, draping it over her shoulder and complaining indignantly: "Host, do you think the villain did this on purpose? Knowing I was here, he still came over and put his arm around your shoulder."

Yan Jiheng didn't intentionally remain oblivious, but 001 was furious. Chu Zhuo quietly comforted it: "Later, we'll share half of the pastries sent from the imperial kitchen with 001, not with Yan Jiheng. We'll eat them all ourselves."

The words "eating alone" cheered 001 up, and the bird's claws moved little by little to the inside of the boy's shoulder, affectionately touching the boy's snow-white neck.

When the pastries arrived, Chu Zhuo picked up the white jade porcelain plate containing the plum blossom cakes and said, "Your Majesty, I'll go back to my room to eat. After I finish, I'll change my clothes, and then we'll go fly kites."

Chu Zhuo didn't give Yan Jiheng a chance to reply. After speaking, he turned and ran away as if a flood or a ferocious beast was chasing him.

Yan Jiheng had no time to stop him and could only watch him leave. His eyes were deep and his lips were tightly pressed together. He then returned to the long table to deal with the memorials.

He opened the first book, glanced at it, and seeing nothing important, Yan Jiheng picked up his pen and began to read.

After approving a few books, Yan Jiheng couldn't stay any longer. He put down his writing brush, got up, and went to the side hall.

The boy is changing his clothes.

Realizing this, Yan Jiheng held his breath and turned his body to the side.

Separated by a screen, the view wasn't very clear, but that was the most agonizing part.

Yan Jiheng approached silently, and a dazzling white figure entered his field of vision, burning his heart with an addictive heat, tirelessly arousing a desire.

The rustling sounds faded away, and before the boy could notice, Yan Jiheng quietly withdrew from the side hall.