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

The convict returned home bewildered to find his elderly mother rambling on and on, with plenty of food prepared in her hands.

Thinking his mother had received advance notice of his pardon and had specially prepared this food, the convict knelt down at the door with a thud, his sallow skin, no longer young, was streaked with tears: "Mother, your unfilial son has come back to see you."

The old woman stared at him, trying to make out his features for a while, before asking in surprise, "Son, why are you back?"

The prisoner's emotions of gratitude abruptly ceased, and he awkwardly wiped away his tears: "Mother, weren't these...prepared for me?"

The old woman ignored him and continued tidying up: "Did the prison drive you crazy? This food is all for the General's mansion, what does it have to do with an unfilial son like you?"

As she spoke, the old woman walked past him, saying, "Don't block the way. If you're late, there won't be any seats left. The General's Mansion is quite lively right now."

The convict: "..."

After conquering the Xiongnu territory, the border region celebrated the victory, but there were still many follow-up matters to be dealt with, which were no longer Chu Zhuo's concern.

He was a military general his whole life, only concerned with fighting.

After the handover of the officials sent by His Majesty was completed, Chu Zhuo set off to return to the capital.

However, plans can't keep up with changes, and Yan Jiheng himself arrived even before the civil officials.

Unlike before, His Majesty's personal visit this time revealed his identity, and the entire city's population came to pay their respects.

After meeting with the people, Yan Jiheng returned to Chu Zhuo's residence and, facing a group of military officers, announced loudly, "I have come to escort General Chi back to the capital. There is no need for special arrangements. I will stay with General Chi."

The lieutenant breathed a sigh of relief.

He was a rough man and truly didn't know how to arrange His Majesty's residence. Of all the houses in the mansion, General Chi's courtyard was the most luxurious, and he secretly didn't want General Chi to move out...

I didn't expect His Majesty to be so considerate.

Chu Zhu went out of the manor today to milk cows on the small grassland outside the city. Upon receiving a message from a soldier, he picked up the wooden bucket, tightened the reins, and spurred his horse back.

His Majesty sat high in the hall. He put down the wooden bucket and gave Yan Jiheng a warm hug: "Yan Jiheng, you've come at the right time. I'll make you some milk tea, a specialty of the grassland tribes."

The people nearby stared wide-eyed.

I sighed inwardly: General Chi is too brave! Not only did he openly hug His Majesty the Emperor, but he also addressed the Emperor by his given name.

Moreover, His Majesty treats General Chi differently than he treats them.

The original sharp and murderous aura faded, replaced by a gentle demeanor. The rough men vaguely felt that something was off, but they couldn't quite put their finger on it.

All I can say is that... in the past few years, when Yan Jiheng came to see Chu Zhuo, things seemed to be going well on the surface, and everyone just assumed that the relationship between the ruler and his subject was very close.

After all, the historically troublesome Xiongnu were subdued. When the Records of the Grand Historian were written, General Chi's name was prominently listed. And Your Majesty was the ruler during this period. In the future history of the Yan Kingdom, apart from the founding emperor, Your Majesty will surely be at the top of the list of achievements.

Yan Jiheng said warmly, "Then let's try Zhuo Bao's craftsmanship. Where do you want to go? I'll go with you."

Chu Zhuo took Yan Jiheng's hand and walked a few steps outside. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the deputy general and several subordinates. He paused briefly and said, "You all go about your business. I will take care of His Majesty."

The group breathed a sigh of relief and slipped away.

It is truly difficult for military officers to entertain His Majesty.

Chu Zhuo raised an eyebrow slightly: "They are rarely this nervous. Your Majesty is quite majestic."

Yan Jiheng tilted his head, grabbed his finger and bit it: "No matter how powerful you are, it's still yours."

Chu Zhuo laughed out loud, his eyes full of mockery: "Yan Jiheng, you're not hiding anything now."

"Now is the perfect time." Yan Jiheng looked back at him intently. "Zhuobao, let's get married when we get back."

Chu Zhuo didn't understand how the topic had turned to marriage, but he wouldn't refuse.

Your Majesty turned thirty last year. In this era, if someone is still unmarried at thirty, most people would assume it's due to some kind of hidden illness.

As the emperor, no one dared to criticize Yan Jiheng, but who could control the gossip among the common people?

"The imperial wedding ceremony must be very complicated. Your Majesty can arrange it. I'll provide someone," Chu Zhuo said confidently.

Yan Jiheng pinched his cheek, both amused and exasperated: "Of course, we certainly wouldn't want to tire out our General Chi."

Chu Zhuo smiled and led Yan Jiheng to the kitchen.

Just as the cooks were about to greet His Majesty, Yan Jiheng raised his hand to dismiss them: "All of you, get out."

Chu Zhuo took out the black tea, crushed it, and put it into two separate pots. He then poured in water, waited for it to boil, and then turned it to a simmer.

Brew a rich tea aroma, add an appropriate amount of milk, simmer over low heat, stirring constantly to allow the tea aroma to fully blend with the milk.

Finally, sprinkle in an appropriate amount of salt, and add powdered sugar to another pot.

Most of the milk tea in the Xiongnu region is salty, but Chu Zhuo prefers a sweeter taste.

Simmer over low heat until the milk tea has a rich aroma that fills the entire room.

Chu Zhuo poured out two bowls and placed them down: "They're too hot now, let them cool down before drinking."

Yan Jiheng stared at him the whole time, and when it was finally over, he immediately picked him up and pressed him against the wall, saying, "Zhuobao, you've been ignoring me for so long. I've been missing you so much, give me a kiss."

Chu Zhuo was wondering why he had been left hanging for so long. Wasn't this supposed to be making him milk tea?

He understood after hearing the rest.

"...Your Majesty, a kiss is the key point, isn't it?" Chu Zhuo tugged at the man's hair.

Yan Jiheng lowered his head and kissed his lips: "Yes, Zhuobao smells so good."

Chu Zhuo breathed heavily: "The whole room smells of milk tea."

"It has nothing to do with milk tea." Yan Jiheng kissed his lips and tongue deeply, making sticky, wet sounds. "The lingering sunshine, the light fragrance of flowers, and the first snow of winter, many things combined to create the unique aura on Zhuobao."

Chu Zhuo thought he was blinded by lust, his tongue caught off guard and pulled into the other's territory, leaving him completely speechless.

After letting the milk tea cool for a moment, Yan Jiheng released him at the precise moment.

"Yan Jiheng." Chu Zhuo wiped his lips. "You look like you haven't kissed in centuries."

Yan Jiheng readily accepted his assessment, picked up his milk tea, and took a sip: "Fragrant and rich, with a delicate texture, it's delicious."

Chu Zhuo took a sip of sweet milk tea: "Right? I learned it step by step from the local master chefs."

After finishing their milk tea, they stayed at the border for a few days. The civil official who had been sent to take over arrived late.

After paying his respects to His Majesty, the imperial envoy received his orders to handle the aftermath of the grassland tribes.

Yan Jiheng prepared the carriage, and he and Chu Zhuo embarked on their journey back to the capital.

The journey wasn't far, and on the day they arrived in the capital, almost the entire city's population came out to watch.

The Yan Kingdom, a prosperous dynasty, will usher in unprecedented prosperity.

When His Majesty appeared with General Chi, the people cheered that this was a blessing for the Great Yan Dynasty, and their emotions reached their peak.

Chu Zhuo took everything in, a smile playing on her lips: "How wonderful, Yan Jiheng."

Yan Jiheng held his hand tightly, turned his head to look at him for a long time, and murmured, "So good."

"Does Your Majesty still remember a promise you made to me a few years ago?" Chu Zhuo asked him quietly.

"What does Zhuobao want?"

"Now that we live in a peaceful and prosperous era, may Your Majesty stay with me forever."

Although I've grown a few years older, the youthful spirit I once had remains unchanged.

Yan Jiheng's eyes shone with intense affection: "I couldn't ask for more."