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

Zhuo Bao deliberately kept it from him, determined to give him a surprise. The young and handsome emperor endured it again and again, desperately suppressing the urge to send his secret guards to steal a peek.

The tolerance of those in power is on full display at this moment, let alone a feudal autocratic emperor.

Having become accustomed to dictatorship, Yan Jiheng stumbled at Chu Zhuo's hands, and his mood was far from pleasant.

Specifically, during the morning court sessions, ministers, who already had no say in the face of a powerful emperor, now had no chance to even open their mouths.

Yan Jiheng leaned back on the dragon throne, lightly tapping the armrest, casually looking down at the assembled court officials, his aura authoritative without being angry.

The Minister of Rites brought up the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival, asking His Majesty whether a banquet should be held in the palace.

"Go live your own lives behind closed doors, and don't come hanging around in front of me."

The Minister of Rites retreated awkwardly.

The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review stepped forward, but Yan Jiheng interrupted him, saying, "I already know about your matter, my dear minister. The time is not yet right. You may also return."

The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review silently turned back.

The Vice Minister of War cupped his hands in greeting, and Yan Jiheng said, "If you wish to discuss the events of the other day, there is no need for further explanation."

"Your subject obeys the decree." The Vice Minister of War slunk back to his post.

Sensing the emperor's impatience, the remaining ministers fell silent, their eyes darting back and forth between their colleagues.

Seizing the opportunity, Fupei flicked his whisk and announced, "Court is adjourned!"

With only one day left until the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chu Zhuo hurriedly finished making a lantern.

That day, Yan Jiheng noticed that he was visibly relaxed and felt reassured.

The following afternoon, a carriage was arranged to leave the palace. Chu Zhuo bumped into Yan Jiheng, and he reflexively glanced down at his clothes.

It wasn't an illusion; the embroidered patterns on their collars were identical—both were lake-blue brocade robes. The only difference was that his robe had a dark pink peach blossom embroidered on his chest, while Yan Jiheng's robe featured a section of lush, upright bamboo, woven with green embroidery thread.

"Yan Jiheng, did you have someone make matching clothes for us?" Chu Zhu compared the fronts of the two clothes and thought hers looked better.

Yan Jiheng hummed in agreement.

Chu Zhuo wrapped the lantern in a wad of cloth, while Yan Jiheng pondered how to pretend to be blind.

To his surprise, Chu Zhuo didn't hide anything at all, and introduced it to him: "Yan Jiheng, guess what this lantern is made of?"

Oh, so the lanterns themselves aren't important; the style of the lanterns is what matters.

Yan Jiheng pondered, "Zhuobao wouldn't make something as common as a rabbit; would it be a uniquely shaped mooncake?"

Chu Zhuo's face fell: "Are mooncakes inherently inferior?"

Yan Jiheng pinched Chu Zhuo's cheeks, pulled up the corners of his mouth, and humbly asked, "What did Zhuo Bao say?"

"I'll tell you when we get there if I can't guess it yet. It'll definitely shock you." Chu Zhu snorted.

Yan and Heng responded without hesitation.

Upon arriving outside the palace, we ate at a restaurant to fill our stomachs. As the afterglow of the sun faded, the deep blue hue quickly disappeared, and the entire sky turned a somber black.

The pier was bustling with activity during the Mid-Autumn Festival, filled with young men and women releasing lanterns or taking boat rides.

Yan Jiheng was very prescient; as soon as the two left the restaurant, they put on veils, revealing only their eyes and full foreheads.

Upon arriving at the dock, Chu Zhuo lifted the cloth.

The lantern has three sides that are openwork and covered with a layer of fine oil paper, while one side is carved with two little figures.

Yan Jiheng immediately recognized him as Chu Zhuo.

The little boy was dressed in a black and red imperial robe, while Zhuobao wore black iron armor. They stood hand in hand, gazing into the distance.

Yan Jiheng turned his gaze to Chu Zhuo.

The boy's clear eyes, illuminated by the surrounding lanterns, shone with a soft, bright light. As he gazed intently at you, you couldn't help but be infected by his emotions...

Yan Jiheng's breathing deepened, his veil obscuring his throat as he swallowed. He ran his fingertips over the two small figures on the lantern: "Zhuobao, do you know what lanterns mean on Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Chu Zhuo thought about it carefully: "Pray for blessings, reunion, and peace."

Yan Jiheng said in a hoarse voice, "One is missing."

"..." Chu Zhuo quietly looked at the man who was trying his best to restrain himself. The desire in her eyes was about to overwhelm him. Suddenly, she chuckled, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in his ear, "Yan Jiheng, you can't hide it anymore."

A wave of heat sprayed against his ear, making his heart tingle with a pleasant itch. Yan Jiheng's pupils were deep and focused as his gaze fell on the other's parting lips.

A few breaths later, Yan Jiheng reached out to put his arm around Chu Zhuo's waist, but his hand missed.

Chu Zhuo didn't notice his actions. He squatted down and lit the candle wick in the lantern. The warm yellow flame glowed softly. He raised his hand and tugged at the man's hem: "I've been making lanterns for many days. Yan Jiheng, I'll count to three, two, one, and then we'll release them together."

Yan Jiheng closed his eyes to hide his agitation, patiently squatted down with him, cupped his hands in front of the lantern, and released it with the boy.

After drifting with the current for a while, Chu Zhuo straightened up. Before he could even stand up straight, a strong arm wrapped around his waist and lifted him off the ground.

After a moment of stunned silence, Chu Zhuo took the initiative to wrap her arms around the man's neck: "Yan Jiheng?"

The man responded in a deep voice and led him to a secluded spot away from the crowd.

The moment her feet touched the ground, Chu Zhuo's veil was lifted.

The man lowered his head urgently, stopping when the distance was less than a finger's width. He cupped the boy's face in his large hand, pressing his thumb against the corner of his mouth, and coaxed in a gentle voice, "Zhuobao, what do you think I can't hide?"

Chu Zhuo's lips twitched uncomfortably: "Yan Jiheng."

Yan Jiheng took these three words as a response, and without further hesitation, kissed his newly rosy lips forcefully.

Soft and sweet, just like the glutinous rice balls that I used to love to eat when I was a child.

Yan Jiheng kissed her even deeper, prying open her teeth to desperately suckle.

"Ugh, Yan, Yan Jiheng..." Chu Zhuo nudged Yan Jiheng's shoulder, but the man didn't budge. Chu Zhuo even bit his lower lip as punishment.

Those who practice martial arts possess profound internal strength and can persevere for a long time. When Chu Zhuo felt dizzy, he was finally released by Yan Jiheng, and he slapped Yan Jiheng.

A soft snap—it sounded just like flirting.

Yan Jiheng gripped his fair wrist tightly and kissed it lightly on his lips: "Have you had enough? If not, let's do it again."

Chu Zhuo, following the force, pinched the man's cheek hard: "Yan Jiheng, did you let me kiss you?"

Yan Jiheng pretended to hiss and acted deaf.

Chu Zhuo laughed in exasperation, touching her numb lips and what appeared to be a cut on her lower lip. She complained to the man, "This must be raw. You kissed me for too long; it feels like there's still a lingering sensation from your caresses in my mouth. Yan Jiheng, you're like a dog, you know that?"

"..." Yan Jiheng's heavy breaths settled down. He covered his mouth and pleaded, "Baby, please stop talking."

Chu Zhuo's complaints were genuine, and so was her deliberate provocation. Now, after blinking, her tone held a hint of romance: "Oh dear, Your Majesty's hearing has recovered?"

Yan Jiheng leaned down and lightly kissed the boy's honey-coated lips: "Just keep torturing me."

Chu Zhuo pushed him away, touched the ground with her toes, and used her lightness skill to fly away from the place: "The lanterns have been released. Today I'm going back to the General's Mansion to have a reunion dinner with my mother and the others. Your Majesty, please enjoy the breeze."

Yan Jiheng: "..."