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

On the way back, Yan Jiheng encountered someone from the imperial kitchen carrying empty plates, and knew that Chu Zhuo had arrived.

He stepped into the palace and sat down next to the boy: "What else would you like to eat? Tell the imperial kitchen to make it."

Chu Zhuo pushed a bowl of porridge in front of him: "Your Majesty, please eat as well. This is enough."

After finishing his porridge, Yan Jiheng pulled her into his arms, pinched her chin, and examined her closely: "You left me here last night like that, Zhuobao, you're so heartless."

Chu Zhuo brushed his hand away, acting even more justified than him: "When I got back, my mother asked me why my lips were swollen. Yan Jiheng, you're not innocent at all. Are you still pretending in front of me?"

"I should take responsibility for this..." Yan Jiheng's heart tightened, and he pulled the boy over to check him repeatedly, "Are you injured? The old general didn't lay a hand on you, did he?"

To put his mind at ease, Chu Zhuo let the man touch her, saying, "Grandfather loves me very much, Yan Jiheng, don't worry."

Seeing that he was no different from when they parted yesterday, Yan Jiheng raised his hand and slapped his butt: "You were too reckless. I was the one who tricked you, and this is the responsibility I should bear. What if the old general suddenly attacks you? Zhuobao, I'm worried about you."

"Please believe me, Your Majesty." Chu Zhuo covered her buttocks and sat awkwardly on the man's lap. "I'm not reckless. They are my family. I know my grandparents and mother. They want what's best for me, but they want what's best for me even more."

Chu Zhuo touched the emperor's cold yet loving features and kissed him on the lips: "I don't want to hide it from them, nor do I want to wrong Yan Jiheng."

The young general's love was sincere and passionate. Yan Jiheng cupped the back of his head with his large hand and gave him a long, tender kiss.

Afterwards, Chu Zhuo was too lazy to move. She nestled against the man's chest and asked, "Isn't the Mid-Autumn Festival a two-day holiday? Why did you go to court today?"

Yan Jiheng's hand froze, and Chu Zhuo immediately grasped it: "Don't hide it, tell the truth."

"We dealt with a number of powerful families." Yan Jiheng confessed, "A fire broke out in the Empress Dowager's palace yesterday. The Golden Dragon Guard discovered that powerful families were behind it. Following the clues, they were caught red-handed before they could hide their tracks."

It can only be said that those people underestimated the emperor's efficiency. Since the beginning of the year, Yan Jiheng has accelerated his clandestine pace, and his unexpected return to the palace last night caught everyone off guard.

Chu Zhuo climbed up to his collar and sniffed: "So it wasn't my imagination. You smell faintly of blood. Did you kill someone in court?"

"I tried my best to avoid getting blood on me." Yan Jiheng frowned slightly and sniffed the air; there was a very faint smell of blood. "Zhuobao, wait for me. I'm going to change my clothes."

001, crouching at the other end of the round table, whispered: "Host, I'm starting to ship you two. A ruthless, autocratic feudal emperor, killing someone in court one second, and then back in the palace embracing his lover all sweet and affectionate. You two are so sweet."

Chu Zhuo raised an eyebrow: "[...Isn't it a time when you dislike him?]"

001, munching on a rice cake, scoffed: "[It's because you, host, accepted him, and he's good to you. My shipping you two and my dislike for him have no bearing on anything.]"

Chu Zhuo's lips curved into a faint smile. She waved away the palace servants and pushed a plate of dried fruit in front of 001: [Yan Jiheng should still take a bath and change clothes; it'll be a while before he comes out. 001, you can eat without worry.]

001 scurried over excitedly, grabbed some dried fruit, and showed it off.

The emperor surrounded by the aura of a true dragon was no ordinary person. 001 always felt that he could see him, but sometimes when he flew in front of Yan Jiheng, the other party did not react at all.

001 scratches his head, "This is tricky."

After changing his clothes, Yan Jiheng came over and kissed Chu Zhuo before starting to deal with state affairs.

Chu Zhuo practiced martial arts not far from him, occasionally waving his sleeves. The two did not disturb each other, yet they were remarkably harmonious.

At night, Chu Zhuo instinctively ran towards the side hall to go to sleep, but Yan Jiheng grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around: "Where are you going? You're sleeping with me from today onwards."

Chu Zhuo followed his momentum, rubbing his forehead with his hand: "I'm used to walking like this, but is Your Majesty's haste really anything to be expected?"

Yan Jiheng scooped him up in his arms and kissed his bright lips: "I can't argue with that. Zhuobao, did you think about the consequences when you said those words?"

Chu Zhu made a cross shape with her hands over her chest: "I said no."

Yan Jiheng was secretly disappointed, but naturally said, "I certainly won't go against your wishes. We can discuss this matter again when you say it's okay."

Chu Zhuo gave him a quick kiss on the cheek: "This is a reward for you."

There was no other way, no hope. Yan Jiheng's handsome face lit up with joy. Even a kiss on the cheek from Zhuobao could excite him.

*

A month later, His Majesty found a time to quietly visit the General's Mansion and pay his respects to General Chi.

For the first time, General Chi looked at this powerful young emperor as an elder.

"Your Majesty, although I am old, I still have considerable strength. Winning back a grandson will not be a problem."

Yan Jiheng took Chu Zhuo's hand and solemnly promised, "General, rest assured, I will never betray A-Zhuo in my life, or I will die a horrible death."

The words "may you die a horrible death" deeply shocked General Chi, but he still replied with a strong voice, "I hope Your Majesty will keep your word."

They had witnessed the emperor's every move during this period of testing, and even Madam Chi couldn't help but sigh that the emperor in front of Chu Zhuo was completely different from the emperor in front of outsiders.

After lunch, Old Madam Chi suddenly glared at General Chi and said slowly in her aged voice, "You were just like this when you were young, always clinging to me."

General Chi blushed, his sun-darkened skin obscuring his features. He muttered to himself, "Which man doesn't feel this way when he's young and meets someone he likes? This just proves that Your Majesty will be like me, devoted to one person for life."

The Chi family is not only a family obsessed with martial arts, but also known for their devotion and celibacy. Apart from their first wife, they never take concubines, and the entire mansion is clean and tidy, making them a breath of fresh air in the Great Yan Dynasty.

Back then, those powerful families took the initiative to help Vice General Zhu cover up the traces, stirred up trouble, and joined forces to obstruct His Majesty's view. It was not without the intention of diminishing the prestige of the General's Mansion.

In their eyes, the Chi family, this staunch royalist faction, was like a thorn in their side, something they desperately wanted to tear off a piece of their flesh.

Strolling into Chuzhuo's courtyard, Yan Jiheng was visiting for the first time.

The environment is serene from a distance. Passing through a small bamboo grove, you enter a courtyard filled with blooming flowers. The winding corridors are ingeniously designed, and a small stone path paved with pebbles leads to the pavilion by the rockery.

"Mother likes to tend to these flowers in my yard." Chu Zhuo pulled him into the room. "Yan Jiheng, what do you want to see? I'll show you."

Yan Jiheng said, "With you here, I don't want to see anything."

Chu Zhuo concluded: "You want to look at me?"

Yan Jiheng was provoked by his words: "...Is that alright?"

Chu Zhuo walked around to him with a grin and jumped on him: "Today is fine."

Yan Jiheng cupped his buttocks, lowered his head, kissed his chin, and then his lips searched upwards, finally biting those lips that were always capable of bewitching people.

Chu Zhuo obediently revealed his lips and teeth. When his back touched the bed, he turned over and sat on Yan Jiheng's waist and abdomen. The emperor's chest trembled violently, and his abdomen was very taut. He couldn't help but squeeze his legs together: "Yan Jiheng, touch me."

The boy was open about it, but not very enthusiastic. Recalling some of the dishes from lunch earlier, he guessed that General Chi had taken out his stock to treat him.

Yan Jiheng's eyes darkened, and his large hand secretly reached out...