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

Two years after their marriage, Yan Jiheng was forced to sleep in a side hall for the first time.

When Zhuobao first came to live with him, this was the place. During the eight years when they were separated for long periods, Yan Jiheng would also sleep here.

Now I'm returning to this familiar place... but it's not like I absolutely have to go back.

After deliberately waiting for half an hour, guessing that the other party should be asleep, Yan Jiheng slipped back to the main hall, only to be stopped at the door by Fupei: "Your Majesty, the Empress has ordered that you cannot be allowed to enter before tomorrow morning."

Yan Jiheng rebuked him sternly, "Am I the emperor, or are you the emperor?"

Fu Pei pretended not to hear, and respectfully said with lowered eyes, "The Empress said that if Your Majesty forces your way in, one day will become three days, and three days will become five days."

It means that for the next three to five days, I will have to sleep in the side hall.

Yan Jiheng paused for a moment, barely managing to calm down: "Never mind, I only have this one little husband, and he's a few years older than me, so I should pamper him a bit."

Fu Pei looked away and stepped back, thinking to himself: The Empress is indeed wise; she anticipated His Majesty's actions and handled them with precision.

I just don't know what His Majesty did to anger the Empress, to the point that they ended up sleeping in separate rooms.

As Fupei turned his head, the young eunuch he had chosen as his successor lowered his eyes and glanced at him curiously out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing that his godfather had noticed him, the young eunuch spoke up, "Godfather, why isn't His Majesty going in again?"

"Maocai, let me teach you a lesson. In this palace, the Empress Dowager is supreme. If His Majesty and the Empress Dowager ever have a conflict, always put the Empress Dowager's wishes first." Fupei imparted his survival wisdom to him, then lowered his voice and said, "Just like today, His Majesty was driven out by the Empress Dowager. His Majesty originally wanted to sneak in while the Empress Dowager was asleep, but the Empress Dowager instructed me beforehand to stop him at night. See? He only had to say that the Empress Dowager gave an order, and His Majesty went back, didn't he?"

The young eunuch nodded repeatedly, his face full of resignation.

The court attendant, not far away, frowned, bit his pen, and wrote down the emperor's daily activities as he pondered.

As for Chu Zhuo, who was being talked about, he was indeed fast asleep.

The next morning, upon waking, he saw the emperor sitting beside the bed, dressed in a bright yellow brocade robe embroidered with a magnificent five-clawed golden dragon.

"Has His Majesty already concluded court?"

Chu Zhuo was about to bend down when the emperor half-squatted down to put on his shoes: "Hmm, there's nothing important at court this morning."

After Yan Jiheng helped him put on his shoes, Chu Zhuo jumped several meters away, turning his back on him and saying, "Your Majesty is a wise ruler. Please work hard on handling more memorials these days."

Yan Jiheng said helplessly, "Zhuobao, please spare me."

"Who told you to leave it in there all night?" Chu Zhuo couldn't help but rebuke him. "Did I agree to it?"

Last year, on Yan Jiheng's birthday, which coincided with the defeat of the Xiongnu, the entire Yan court had pent-up frustration that needed to be released. The emperor's birthday was a good opportunity, so a grand celebration was held.

As for this year, Yan Jiheng rejected the Ministry of Rites' petition, and he only wanted to spend his birthday alone with Chu Zhuo this year.

Chu Zhuo started preparing birthday gifts for him very early on. On the night he received the gifts, Yan Jiheng was overwhelmed with emotion and did not want to part with him even after the event.

Yan Jiheng felt guilty: "Zhuobao hummed in agreement."

Chu Zhu glared at him: "Did I still have any sense back then?"

"I'll accept whatever punishment Zhuobao imposes on me, just don't send me to the side hall again." Yan Jiheng took his hand and said softly, "I can't sleep soundly all night without Zhuobao holding me."

Chu Zhuo has learned his lesson and won't fall for that anymore; in the end, only his backside will suffer.

He did allow me to sleep in his bed, but I didn't touch him for half a month.

Although the Yan Dynasty is currently wealthy and militarily strong, the military must not be neglected.

The only way to deter the small, insignificant neighboring states that paid tribute to Yan was through its powerful military.

For more than ten days of training, Chu Zhuo left early and returned late, and Yan Jiheng managed not to catch him having a chance to speak to him during the day.

Yan Jiheng didn't dare to complain, guessing that he had calmed down, so he went to the martial arts field to arrest him that afternoon.

Chu Zhu crossed his arms and stood still.

After waving the soldiers away, Yan Jiheng took out a string of candied hawthorns from his back.

Chu Zhuo's gaze immediately fell on the candied hawthorn, and while eating, he said, "I'm only forgiving your reckless behavior half a month ago because of the candied hawthorn. Hurry up and thank the candied hawthorn."

His playful demeanor was incredibly endearing, and Yan Jiheng, with indulgent looks in his eyes, said in agreement, "Thank you for the candied hawthorn."

Chu Zhuo's training over the past half-month was certainly not entirely for the purpose of punishing Yan Jiheng.

The month after next is the triennial tribute period for the neighboring small countries. Chu Zhuo, intending to intimidate them, specially taught his soldiers a set of martial arts moves that were both practical and impressive.

A decisive and effective deterrent was achieved in one fell swoop.

Chu Zhuo was no longer angry. Now that the first section of the martial arts moves had been taught, he let them practice for a few more days to deepen their muscle memory before teaching the rest.

Back at Qianyuan Palace, Chu Zhuo drank a bowl of pear soup and then accompanied Yan Jiheng in handling government affairs.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Yan Jiheng started touching him inappropriately, which made Chu Zhu a little angry again. He used his lightness skill to fly up to the roof beam and stared at the guards waiting above.

Before Chu Zhuo could speak, a solemn imperial voice came from the dragon throne below and commanded, "Go elsewhere and let A Zhuo stay there."

The guard glanced at Chu Zhuo, then took his orders and left.

Chu Zhuo lay on his side on the roof beam. The training these days had not been easy, but he had taken it all very seriously and fell asleep in no time.

Yan Jiheng listened to his breathing, and after a moment, flew up to the roof beam and embraced him.

Chu Zhuo opened his eyes halfway, still dazed, and when he saw it was His Majesty, he called out in a cloying voice, "Yan Jiheng."

"It's alright, Zhuobao, keep sleeping." Yan Jiheng coaxed him until his breathing returned to a steady rhythm, then gently placed him on the couch.

After getting enough sleep, Chu Zhu stretched and rolled over. Suddenly, she remembered that she seemed to have been on the roof beam before going to sleep. She jumped up and got out of bed barefoot.

Hearing the commotion, Yan Jiheng came in to check the situation and found that he was not wearing shoes, his toes were slightly raised, and his fair and tender feet were just stepping on the ground.

The emperor picked up the shoes and socks from beside the bed: "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

Chu Zhuo was fully awake now and explained, "I thought I was still on the roof beam."

"It's not safe for you to sleep up there, so I carried you in." After putting on his shoes and socks, Yan Jiheng reached out and tidied his messy long hair. "Are you hungry? Come and have a meal with me."

Tonight's dinner was quite sumptuous, and Chu Zhuo accidentally ate too much. The full moon was big and round, so he pulled Yan Jiheng to choose a rooftop to admire the moon.

In the Yan Kingdom's royal palace, apart from His Majesty's Qianyuan Hall, the second tallest building is the Astrology Tower.

The emperor and empress sat side by side on the rooftop, overlooking the capital city.

There was no curfew in the Yan Dynasty, and there were still some lights outside the palace, representing the daily lives of the people. The shimmering moonlight also illuminated the imperial city.

"Yan Jiheng, I heard that pointing at the moon with your finger will cut off your ear, is that true?" Chu Zhuo leaned her head on his shoulder.

"If you believe, it exists; if you don't believe, it doesn't." Yan Jiheng quickly grabbed Chu Zhuo's tentatively extended index finger, cupped it in his palm, and said, "You're teasing me again."

"Didn't Your Majesty not believe it?" Chu Zhuo poked at the lines on his palm with her finger.

The emperor's tone clearly indicated that he did not take it seriously.

"Whether I believe it or not, Zhuobao must be fine." Yan Jiheng bit his knuckle in frustration, successfully leaving a tooth mark.

Chu Zhuo turned her head, closed the distance, and lightly kissed Yan Jiheng's lips: "This is not enough, Yan Jiheng has to be good to me too."

Yan Jiheng grasped his chin and lowered his head to kiss him, saying, "Yan Jiheng said yes."