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

The imperial garden of the Yan Dynasty palace was very large. Stones from various places, such as Taihu stones, Taishan stones, and Ying stones, were piled up to form artificial mountains, with babbling brooks and golden fish swimming in the water.

Finding a relatively open spot, Chu Zhuo quietly told 001, "You can fly the kite up there; nothing will seem amiss."

001 clenches hands: [Received. I will make sure the host's kite flies the highest.]

Chu Zhuo's competitive spirit flared up: "Your Majesty, let's have a competition to see whose kite flies the highest."

Yan Jiheng saw his fighting spirit: "Good."

Chu Zhu shook the kite, ran lightly to help it, and 001 used its beak to hold the tip of the kite and flapped into the air to take off.

"Yan Jiheng, look! My kite is flying!"

The boy's bright eyes were very expressive as he slowly gazed into the distance, his eyebrows furrowed with joy, as if he were sharing something important.

Yan Jiheng's breathing slowed slightly, and his brows, which had been stained with anger for many years, melted away inch by inch. Looking into the boy's clean and sincere eyes, he praised, "Great, it seems I've lost again."

It seems so.

Chu Zhuo then thought, "Yan Jiheng is, after all, the ruler of a country. Wouldn't he feel embarrassed?" She quietly whispered to 001 in her mind, "Great auxiliary system 001, please help Yan Jiheng's kite fly higher."

001 loosened its grip, turning around while emphasizing: "I only went there for that 'great' line, you know. I didn't make up with the villain; he and the little bird are naturally incompatible."

As soon as Yan Jiheng looked up, the kite that had been teetering on the brink of collapse a few breaths ago was lifted up by the wind and soared into the sky. The wooden reel in his hand kept turning, but when the long, slanted line reached its end, it could no longer be turned.

Yan Jiheng: "..."

Chu Zhuo quickly spoke up: "[001, lower it a bit, let out a little more line, it's going a bit too fast.]"

001, in a fit of anger, pulled the kite to its end, then realized it had done something foolish. The bird's claw loosened, and the kite drifted aimlessly in mid-air.

It fell to the ground with a thud.

Chuzhuo: "..."

001, feeling guilty: [Host, 001 messed up, I'm sorry.]

Chu Zhuo: [001 Go chase butterflies, there are lots of butterflies in the Imperial Garden at this time of year.]

Yan Jiheng's jaw tightened, his eyes fixed intently on Chu Zhuo.

And so it always happens; the boy always seems to have those moments when he's out of sorts.

Martial artists are very sensitive to fluctuations in energy, especially someone like Yan Jiheng who has practiced martial arts since childhood and has profound internal strength. Although the fluctuations were very short, he still managed to detect them.

Azhuo is talking to a being he cannot see.

The man's eyes, which had been softening, narrowed, revealing an undisguised murderous intent.

Bird 001 felt a chill run down its spine and instinctively wanted to leave. It flapped its wings and quickly flew away: [Host, I'm going to catch butterflies.]

It speaks so fast, as if someone is chasing it.

Chu Zhuo, puzzled, tugged at the string in her hand: "Your Majesty... shall we still compete?"

When Chu Zhuo's gaze fell upon him, Yan Jiheng's murderous intent vanished, replaced by a gentle tone: "Let's not compete anymore. Go back and pack your things. We didn't have enough fun on the last spring outing, so I'll take you out of the palace to play."

"The peach blossoms at the imperial palace are in full bloom; they are incredibly beautiful at this time of year."

"Then I want to see, is it even more beautiful than the Imperial Garden?" Chu Zhu asked with a hint of curiosity.

"The two are different; you'll know once you go."

The imperial palace is located in the suburbs, a good place to escape the summer heat. However, His Majesty has been busy with many matters since ascending the throne and has never been there.

As the carriage traveled along the road, Chu Zhuo finished all the snacks, and his stomach felt a little full.

While Yan Jiheng was handling political affairs, he caught a glimpse of the young man dawdling as he approached. He couldn't help but find it amusing, but remained silent, waiting for the other man to speak first.

"Yan Jiheng, are you busy?" Chu Zhuo stopped moving a fist's width away from him.

His hot breath hit her, but Yan Jiheng calmly propped himself up on his knees, glancing at her briefly: "What is it?"

When asked for a favor, Chu Zhu smiled with exceptional sincerity: "I think I've eaten too much, my mouth feels greasy. Can I go out for horseback riding for the rest of the journey?"

Yan Jiheng frowned slightly, and his large hand went straight to the boy's abdomen. Chu Zhuo trembled involuntarily, but did not move and sat obediently as he explored.

"How old are you? Luckily you don't have indigestion." After confirming that he hadn't eaten too much, the man scolded him, put down the letter in his hand, and opened his palm to him. "I'll take you there."

Chu Zhuo extended his hand, and Yan Jiheng gently grasped it in an instant. He then lifted the curtain, bent down, and stepped out of the carriage.

Upon seeing this, the guards driving the carriage quickly slowed down and bowed respectfully, saying, "What are your orders, Your Majesty? Just tell me from inside."

"I wish to ride horses with the young general. Bring two horses," Yan Jiheng commanded calmly.

The guards pulled on the reins and let out a "whoosh," bringing the carriage to a slow stop.

Before the time it takes to drink a cup of tea was up, the guards brought in two strong, reddish-brown horses.

Chu Zhuo jumped down from the carriage: "Which horse would Your Majesty like to ride?"

"A-Zhuo, you choose first."

"Then I won't be polite."

Chu Zhuo circled the two horses, stopping next to the one with a few white hairs on its mane: "I want to choose you. Give me a response if you agree?"

The guard leading the horse didn't take it seriously. Horses trained according to His Majesty's methods never had any relatives.

They only need to cooperate with soldiers to achieve maximum benefits with fewer casualties.

Unexpectedly, the horse's front hooves bent, and it knelt down, its body bowing low.

It understood Chu Zhuo's meaning and expressed its submission, letting Chu Zhuo sit on its back.

The guards were taken aback. Their good manners prevented them from making exaggerated expressions, but they exchanged glances to show their shock.

But considering that the young general was able to subdue a large bird, a single horse is not surprising.

A hint of pride flashed in Yan Jiheng's eyes.

"Good buddy, don't put up with me." Chu Zhu stroked its forehead and patted its leg. "Get up, I can get on."

After a few breaths, the horse understood Chu Zhuo's meaning and straightened its legs.

Chu Zhuo lightly placed one hand on the saddle, easily mounted the horse, and grabbed the reins: "Your Majesty?"

"Let's go." Yan Jiheng mounted another horse.

Two fine horses galloped at full speed, and the emperor, dressed in a black brocade robe, walked alongside the young man in red, one in front of the other or side by side.

The clatter of hooves kicked up a little dust on the official road. Turning onto a sloping mountain path, rows of birch trees stood tall. Chu Zhuo gently pulled on the reins, and the horse slowed down a bit.

"Your Majesty, how far is the imperial palace?" Chu Zhu asked him, turning his head to the side.

The boy's vibrant and bright face, and his energetic eyes, made Yan Jiheng momentarily lose his composure: "...Call me Yan Jiheng."

Chu Zhuo paused for a moment, then readily answered, "Yan Jiheng?"

"..." Yan Jiheng gripped the reins tightly. "About fifteen li."

Chu Zhuo estimated it to be seven and a half kilometers, not far at all.

Taking advantage of Yan Jiheng's inattention, Chu Zhuo sped up, the wind blowing her hair ribbon, and Chu Zhuo's figure shrank.

Riding high on the spring breeze, the young man's spirit was rare and precious. Yan Jiheng let him fly freely for a while before urging his whip to catch up.

Chu Zhuo squeezed his legs tightly against the horse's belly, and after a moment, a sound approached from the side. The boy's clear voice, tinged with a hint of arrogance, commented with a hint of disdain: "Yan Jiheng, you're so slow."

"Ah Zhuo, you'll be done soon." The man chuckled softly, apologizing to him with a hint of indulgence in his voice.

The palace was very large, roughly one-fifth the size of the Yan Kingdom's imperial palace, and it was where successive emperors stayed during their autumn hunts.

The cook arrived before them, dismounted, took a bath to wash away the fatigue of the journey, and then had a sumptuous dinner before it slowly got dark.

Yan Jiheng said, "Azhuo, sleep with me tonight."