Liang Ye slowly squinted his eyes and tilted his head, burying his face in his stomach. Wang Dian leisurely rubbed his ears. “Stop pretending. I’ve finished reading. You can read yours tomorrow.” Hearing this, Liang Ye raised his arm and hugged his waist. Wang Dian laughed, “I’m not leaving.” As soon as he finished speaking,…

“He was barely hanging on to life anyway.” Liang Ye laughed coldly. “Dying is too easy for him.” Chong Heng wanted to say something but hesitated, probably due to Wang Dian’s presence. Liang Ye impatiently waved his hand, “If he’s dead, then he’s dead. Throw him in the mass grave.” “Yes,” Chong Heng responded and…

Liang Ye lay on top of him, happily kissing his earlobe. He stared at the earhole for a while, then gently pinched it. “Zhen has already had earrings made for you. The wedding attire for the ceremony is almost ready. You’ll be able to try it on soon.” Wang Dian’s gaze paused. “It’s almost ready?”…

Jian Ling’s eyes were covered in blood. In his daze, he thought he saw Liang Ye. His hands and feet were tightly bound. A vicious look flashed in his eyes as he opened his mouth and bit towards Wang Dian’s wrist. Unfortunately, before he could touch Wang Dian, his whole body flew out and slammed…

After the morning court session dispersed, in the Imperial Study. “Your Majesty, the wind is strong at the door. Your dragon body is of utmost importance,” Yun Fu stood at the wide-open palace doors, looking miserable. His lips were somewhat stiff from the cold. Liang Ye didn’t respond to him. He seemed particularly interested in…

The night in the capital was quiet and cold. In the distance, lanterns hanging on mansion gates swayed gently in the wind, illuminating only small circles of ground beneath them. Wang Dian felt a bit cold. His hand slid down Liang Ye’s robe and slipped inside the front to warm up. The icy hand made…

The next day, Wang Dian woke up. The bedding beside him had long gone cold, clearly indicating that Liang Ye had left a while ago. Yu Lang heard movement and came in, holding a black robe in his hand. “Young Master, the clothes have been warmed up.” “Thank you for your trouble,” Wang Dian took…

When Wen Zong sought an audience, Liang Ye was staring at the pile of memorials on the desk with a bitter expression, preparing to set them on fire and be done with it. “This minister pays respects to Your Majesty,” Wen Zong trembled as he knelt on the ground and bowed. Liang Ye walked down…

After returning to his residence, Wang Dian did not rush to attend court. Instead, he carefully sorted through and took inventory of the properties under his name. Although he could not be considered very wealthy, with these properties, he had managed to barely establish a foothold in the Capital. On the day he went to…

Yingsu Square was as bustling as ever. (TL: previously “Yingsu Fang”) Wang Dian leaned against the carriage, listening to the noise outside. He slept drowsily for the entire journey until the carriage stopped at the mansion gate and the driver woke him up. “Daren, we’ve arrived.” Wang Dian slowly opened his eyes, wrapped himself in…

Liang Ye asked this question peculiarly. Wang Dian closed his eyes and sighed, “No.” “Zhen—” Liang Ye was about to speak again when Yun Fu’s voice suddenly announced from outside the door. “Your Majesty, Commander Jiao Yan requests an audience.” Wang Dian didn’t want to go, but Liang Ye wouldn’t let him leave immediately. He…

Snow fell continuously for five or six days. Wang Dian didn’t notice it much during spring and summer, but when winter came, he finally understood why Northern Liang had “Northern” in its name. On a whim, he accompanied Liang Ye to watch the snow, but even wrapped in a thick cloak, he couldn’t escape catching…

Liang Ye was stunned for a moment. As he shifted, he muttered, “Zhen wondered why it felt a bit hard.” Wang Dian raised his numb hand and rubbed it vigorously. Liang Ye extended his paw to help him rub it, asking cheerfully, “What style of wedding attire do you like? Which palace do you prefer?…

In the great hall, the expressions of the crowd varied. Liang Ye stood firmly on the high platform, and after a long while, he slowly raised his head and walked down the steps one by one. The rest held their breath, their gazes focused on him. He stopped a few feet away from Wang Dian….

It was pitch black in the silent, empty palace corridor. Wang Dian walked quickly forward, only able to hear his own breathing. This was a shortcut to the Imperial Medical Courtyard. When the long sword slashed towards him, he instinctively retreated. The blade grazed his arm and struck the palace wall, sending up a shower…

Even as they were about to leave the sleeping palace, Liang Ye was still muttering ominously, “You dared to hit Zhen’s head, you—” “Your head isn’t made of gold, shut up,” Wang Dian supported him, hiding behind a wall and watching the imperial guards fighting each other. “What’s going on? Are your own people not…