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

The early winter season always passes quickly, and with the end of the year approaching, the entire palace is filled with joy.

According to palace rules, on New Year's Eve, the emperor would host a banquet for court officials in the main hall, and officials could bring their wives, children, and other family members.

Chu Zhuo briefly "resigned" and followed the General's Mansion into the palace.

The emperor entered wearing a dragon robe embroidered with gold thread, and his courtiers shouted, "Your Majesty, may you live in peace!"

Yan Jiheng raised his arm slightly without saying a word.

Fu Pei loudly called out on his behalf, "Rise."

The court officials returned to their seats one after another.

As the dancers entered, they played string and wind instruments. Perhaps today's emperor was not acting erratically and beheading people, so he seemed to be in a peaceful mood. Everyone was relaxed and chatted and laughed with their colleagues.

Chu Zhuo was quite impressed with the dancers. The long pink sleeves were gracefully tossed out, twirled, and then brought back, accompanied by a gentle smile. No wonder they said that feudal emperors knew how to enjoy themselves.

Yan Jiheng gripped the wine cup tightly, his fingertips turning white as he stared intently at the mesmerized young general.

The border region is harsh and cold, so it's perfectly normal for a young man to have fantasies about that kind of thing... but why doesn't he come to find him?

Was it because you didn't make Zhuobao feel comfortable that time?

Yan Jiheng drifted off into thought.

As the banquet drew to a close, the ministers took their leave. Chu Zhuo said goodbye to the Chi family and then went to find Yan Jiheng.

The emperor took off his dragon robe, soaked in the imperial hot spring, closed his eyes, and leaned against the jade wall.

Not long after, his ears twitched, but he didn't react, waiting for the footsteps to approach him.

A shadow fell over from above, and Yan Jiheng slowly opened his eyes.

"Yan Jiheng, you've had quite a bit to drink today. Is something on your mind?" Chu Zhuo took off her shoes and socks, walked around to sit next to him, and dipped her feet into the pool.

The boy's snow-white instep curved slightly, swirling out a pool of clear water; water droplets dripped from his wet heel; his calves were slender and shapely...

Yan Jiheng grabbed Chu Zhuo's ankle and dragged him into the water.

"I haven't taken off my coat yet, and it's wet..." Chu Zhu struggled for a moment, but before she could finish speaking, she had already entered the pool.

Yan Jiheng wrapped his arms around his waist, pulled him tightly into his embrace, and lowered his head to kiss him deeply.

Chu Zhuo couldn't dodge in time and was kissed right in the face. His body was wet, and he pushed away Yan Jiheng's strong chest: "My clothes are soaked from being taken off, and they're uncomfortable to wear."

Yan Jiheng kissed him as he removed his clothes, loosened his belt, and let his shirt fall loosely onto the table.

Both of them were only wearing white undergarments, which, after being soaked in the bathwater, partially obscured their figures, leaving much to the imagination.

Yan Jiheng had kissed her enough. He cupped Chu Zhuo's thigh in his broad palm, took a few steps in the water, and placed her on the edge of the imperial pool: "Zhuo Bao, you watched those dancers dance for a long time today."

Chu Zhuo was soaked to the bone, water dripping from the ends of her hair, her undergarments clinging tightly to her skin, revealing her lean figure.

"I watched them dance with admiration." Chu Zhu licked her lips. "Your Majesty's jealousy is outrageous."

"Baby." Yan Jiheng's gaze was fixed on the small sliver of pink tongue that was sticking out of his mouth, his voice hoarse, "Can we do it today? I promise I won't go all the way to the end. Let me have a little treat, okay?"

Chu Zhuo lowered her head, stroked the man's head with her hand, bent down and kissed the corner of his mouth: "Alright, comfort my Majesty."

Yan Jiheng's Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly, his pupils seemed to burn with two flames, and he dragged the person into the imperial hot spring again.

As night fell, the waves on the water rippled in layers. Chu Zhuo yawned, resting her chin on Yan Jiheng's shoulder, and said lazily, "I'm so sleepy. Your Majesty, carry me to the bed."

Yan Jiheng gently kissed his forehead: "Sleep."

*

On New Year's Eve, the court officials were given a ten-day holiday.

Ten days later, on the day of the court session, an urgent report came from the border.

The Xiongnu king continued his petty actions, launching small-scale attacks on towns adjacent to Yingzhou. The casualties were not heavy, and the attacks were more provocative.

Chu Zhu changed out of his guard uniform, put on black iron armor, and went to court. He clasped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, if the Xiongnu are not eliminated, our dynasty will be plunged into war for a long time. Please allow me to lead troops into battle."

Yan Jiheng gripped the dragon throne tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. His gaze swept over the young man's resolute brows and eyes. He let out a suppressed breath and said in a deep voice, "Granted."

In his previous life, Deputy General Zhu colluded with the Xiongnu to kill the people of two cities, intending to frame the commissioner. About a year later, the Xiongnu launched another attack on the border towns of the Yan Dynasty.

Unfortunately, Vice General Zhu had ambition but lacked the strength, and he was defeated in this battle.

Chu Zhuo accepted the exclusive imperial edict drafted by Yan Jiheng, and enjoyed all the right to act first and report later.

Back at the General's Mansion, General Chi didn't waste any words. He patted his shoulder and said, "Things haven't reached the point of no return. Safety is the top priority. Remember not to underestimate the enemy or let your guard down. I acknowledge your ability to lead troops into battle. Just remember one thing: stay calm."

Madam Chi got up early and went to a temple in the suburbs to pray for a good luck charm. She didn't return until the afternoon.

She rubbed her eyes, her reddened eyes brimming with tears, and tucked the amulet into the purse she had sewn herself: "Amulet for peace, Mother only wishes you to be safe, I ask for nothing else."

Chu Zhuo immediately put it on her waist: "Mother, don't worry, I will definitely come back safely."

That night, the general's family gathered together for a sumptuous meal.

Madam Chi wiped away her tears and stuffed a stack of silver notes into her grandson's hand: "The border is inherently harsh and cold. Except when you're on the battlefield, don't mistreat yourself."

Chu Zhuo packed up the silver notes and assured everyone at the table, "Grandparents, and Mother, on this trip, I will defeat the Xiongnu and protect the people on the border from invasion."

On the day of departure, it was cold, and light snowflakes were falling from the sky.

The cold winter had not yet faded. Yan Jiheng's gaze lingered on the boy's face for a long time. He put a cotton cloth to warm the boy's hands and whispered, "It's been a cold journey. Don't get cold."

"Your Majesty, please take good care of yourself. If you miss me, just send a message by carrier pigeon." Chu Zhuo tapped his chest with her fingertip, her bright eyes filled with fervor, and said firmly, "In my lifetime, I will surely defeat the Xiongnu. The century-long war between us and the Xiongnu will end with Your Majesty. You will write history as a wise and benevolent ruler."

An irrepressible surge of youthful passion welled up within him. Yan Jiheng bent down and embraced the other, his passionate body brimming with resolute determination. He struggled to suppress the bitterness in his heart and said, word by word, "When the general returns, I will remove our battle robes."

Words filled with trust and expectation became their farewell greeting.

The army was fully prepared and ready to go, their figures slowly disappearing outside the city of Beijing.

As night fell, Yan Jiheng was reminded by Fu Peilai: "Your Majesty, it's getting late. Shall I order the imperial kitchen to prepare a meal?"

"No need. Just move some memorials to my palace." Yan Jiheng strode down the steps from the city tower.

Fu Pei knew how to advise the emperor, and he went straight to the point: "If General Xiao Chi were here, he would also be worried if His Majesty did not eat for a long time."

Will he be worried?

Yan Jiheng imagined... the other party would say something to him, then bypass him and directly order the imperial kitchen to prepare some food, and then watch him eat.

Chu Zhuo's concerns about him were always well-founded.

After a long silence, the young emperor sighed and glanced at Fupei with little emotion.

Fu Pei smiled kindly, "This servant will prepare dinner for Your Majesty immediately."