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

Chu Zhuo swallowed back a yawn, tears welling in her eyes: "Hmm? Didn't Your Majesty prepare any other accommodations for me?"

"I told you to call me by my name," Yan Jiheng corrected him, then continued, "The palace has been neglected for a long time. We came in a hurry, and there wasn't enough time. The palace staff only cleaned this one room. Is A-Zhu looking down on me?"

The once absolute and ruthless emperor now showed signs of grief...

"Don't overthink it. I didn't say anything. I just asked." Chu Zhuo couldn't quite understand Yan Jiheng's expression. It seemed like he was faking it, but also like he was genuinely upset. He instinctively took it seriously. "It's not good to think like that. Don't look for problems in yourself first. Yan Jiheng, you've explained it clearly enough. I understand."

"...Okay, I understand." Yan Jiheng's heart would always soften for the person in front of him.

The two rested at night, and Chu Zhuo tossed and turned in bed several times.

Even if Yan Jiheng were asleep, he would probably wake up given his vigilance.

"Ah Zhuo, can't you sleep well?" Yan Jiheng called softly.

Chu Zhuo lay on her side, facing Yan Jiheng: "I'm not sleepy."

At this time, according to modern time, it's only a little past seven.

Yan Jiheng gently touched the boy's cheek with his fingers, and couldn't help but call out affectionately, "Zhuobao, go to sleep now. Tomorrow we'll fly kites, see the peach blossoms, and there are targets in the martial arts arena behind the house. Do you want to try archery?"

Chu Zhuo's eyes lit up, and she immediately nudged Yan Jiheng's chest: "You got all excited talking to me, Yan Jiheng, it's all your fault."

Yan Jiheng gripped the boy's wrist, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and he uttered that address again: "It's my fault, Zhuobao, do you want to punish me?"

Chu Zhuo became interested: "What kind of punishment?"

"Punish me..." Suddenly, Yan Jiheng regained his senses, swallowed the word "dear" that was about to come out, and adjusted his breathing, "Punish me by making me sleep with my eyes open."

Chu Zhuo paused for a moment and said, "Let's not. Yan Jiheng, people shouldn't push themselves beyond their physical limits."

Yan Jiheng didn't quite understand the physiological limits, but he grasped the general meaning: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

This interruption made Chu Zhuo gradually feel sleepy, and she fell asleep soon after lying in bed.

After waiting for a while to make sure he was sound asleep, Yan Jiheng lay on his side, supporting his face with the back of his hand and his elbows against the pillow. His long, black hair was draped over his shoulders, and he gently stroked the boy's long, curled eyelashes with his other hand.

His fingers moved down and stopped on the firm bridge of her nose. Her tender skin didn't resemble that of a general who had spent years on the battlefield; rather, it looked like that of a delicate and romantic young master.

Further down, the man's rough fingertips pressed against the boy's crimson lips, and he lowered his head, approaching with a slight curve.

When they were only a finger's width apart, Yan Jiheng tilted his head slightly and kissed the other's tightly closed eyelids.

"Zhuobao, I can't hold back any longer," Yan Jiheng sighed softly.

Now the emperor in the yellow robe, the former deposed crown prince, Yan Jiheng's journey has been anything but easy.

In the past five years, he has never hesitated to speak or act unless he was certain of his actions.

Murder, planting spies, framing, condoning assassinations, despotism... all these things seem like they happened a long time ago.

"Creating Treasures".

A meaningless low shout rang out. In the dead of night, Yan Jiheng was panting, his palms dripping with an unknown liquid.

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After spending three to five days at the imperial palace, Chu Zhuo had a wonderful time. On this day, he set off for the rear hunting grounds.

As Yan Jiheng stepped into the hunting grounds, he sensed an additional presence. He secretly raised his hand, and his hidden guards were dispatched.

A moment later, the guards appeared, holding a woman hostage.

The woman's face was deathly pale, her arms were badly slashed, and blood was flowing all over the ground, emitting a pungent stench.

Qi Xingli cursed his bad luck. He was about to enter the spiritual spring space to find a special medicine to take, but a black-clad guard suddenly appeared halfway there, and his martial arts skills were not low.

She was injured and couldn't confront them directly. Having been brought here, she could only respond with a wary expression: "Who are you?"

Seeing Yan Jiheng's imposing presence among the group, she said loudly, "I have never met any of you before. Please pretend we've never met. I promise I will never tell anyone, or I'll be struck by lightning. Please do me this favor."

She heard that the palace had been uninhabited for several years, which is why she fled here for her life. Who knew that people would come today?

I wonder which member of the royal family it is. It's best if it's not His Majesty himself... But it shouldn't be that person, His Majesty wouldn't travel in such secrecy.

Since that day in the Imperial Garden, 001 has rarely come near its host. Whenever Yan Jiheng is near its host, it tries to keep a distance of at least 800 meters.

It flew in from afar and landed on Chu Zhuo's shoulder: [Host, this woman seems to be...]

What caught 001's attention was Chu Zhuo's added question, a question it had been pondering: "[Female lead?]"

Just to be on the safe side, 001 double-checked the timeline and confirmed: "Yes, she was injured, and her face was smeared with black grime. 001 almost didn't recognize her."

Chu Zhuo asked, "Is she about to leave at this time?"

001 nodded affirmatively: [Yes, the female lead fought a great battle at the end, was wounded, and left to venture into the world.]

The original owner of the body that the female protagonist replaced... committed suicide, was tormented by her stepmother, and almost had her virginity ruined; because of her pure and beautiful appearance, she was targeted by a good-for-nothing scion of a noble family who wanted to take her as a concubine. She refused, but her father, greedy for power, threatened her with her mother's remains; without the help of relatives, she was bullied by her brothers and sisters... The female protagonist turned the original owner's family into a bloodbath, and in the end, this mess went too far, and she was tricked and hunted down.

Chu Zhuo gently tugged at Yan Jiheng's sleeve: "Let her go."

Yan Jiheng narrowed his eyes dangerously, his sharp gaze sweeping over the injured woman.

It's impossible for an emperor of a feudal dynasty, especially one who rose to power through an iron fist, not to feel nervous when faced with his overwhelming and intimidating presence.

A hint of surprise flashed in Qi Xingli's eyes, but she quickly looked back without fear, clasped her hands in a fist and said, "This humble woman will keep her mouth shut."

A moment later, Yan Jiheng waved his hand.

Qi Xingli understood his meaning and, noticing the difference in status between the two, turned her eyes and thanked the young master beside her, saying, "Thank you for speaking up, young master."

Chu Zhuo's eyes curved into a smile: "You're welcome. Have a safe journey."

The next moment, a strange, large hand covered Chu Zhuo's eyes.

Chu Zhuo didn't move; it was inconvenient to reveal his imperial identity. He slightly parted his lips and asked, "Brother?"

Yan Jiheng's gaze, sharp as a knife, shot towards the newcomer: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

Qi Xingli secretly pursed her lips, pretending to rummage through her sleeve, but actually taking out a small white porcelain bottle from her spiritual spring space. She turned around and handed it to Chu Zhuo: "This is a secret medicine from our place. It has miraculous effects on physical recovery. There are instructions for use on the bottom of the bottle. I'm giving it to you. Please keep it safe."

In the post-apocalyptic world she lived in before her transmigration, people were very open about sex.

People are dying, they're living for the moment, men and women, meat and vegetables alike, homosexuality has become a widespread phenomenon.

Furthermore, due to the collapse of social order and the decreasing availability of family planning supplies, people tended to prioritize choosing partners of the same gender to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Qi Xingli could tell that the two had feelings for each other, but one was more affectionate and the other less so, but she wouldn't point it out.

The young master has a good personality and is extremely lovable. We should let this man have his way for as long as possible.

Yan Jiheng stood in front of Chu Zhuo, his deep eyes filled with murderous intent: "If you don't leave now, you'll miss your chance."

Chu Zhuo reached out a hand from the side and took the small porcelain bottle handed to him by the female lead: "I'll take it. Go now, I hope you'll like this world."

From birth, the female protagonist's world has been apocalyptic, and every day she wakes up to face tests of humanity and zombies.

The person she saved one second might be pushed into a horde of zombies the next to save her own life; one day they were on good terms with each other, the next they'd find a powerful backer and their attitude would immediately change; when she could bring them benefits, her relatives would greet her with smiles and flattery, but when they couldn't get anything from her, they'd all want to cut ties with her forever, hurling countless nasty insults at her...

This world has low productivity, but at least there is no large-scale survival crisis, and people's hearts are not so sharp.