There Will Always Be Protagonists With Delusions of Starting a Harem

Part 3.3

Ye Zhizhou's hair stood straight, and he slowly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. One couldn't blame him - it was already scary seeing the eighth prince vomit blood while smiling, and now he had to worry about the intention of this Yan Di.

Fortunately, Emperor Yan quickly withdrew his gaze, choosing to sit down with a contemplating expression on his face. Suddenly, he got up and retreated with his people out of the hall, speaking over his shoulder. "Be good to Mingyong."

Not long after, a large reward was gifted to Yongyan Palace - containing many valuable medicines; and it seemed that there were also many rewards being sent to the Zhenguo Gong Fu.

Ye Zhizhou, scanning over the gifts list, thought that the emperor was indeed wealthy.

The next morning, he woke up dazed in a side chamber of Yong Yan palace. Realising that his body felt heavier than usual - he confusedly looked down, and was subsequently shocked by what he saw.

A young man clothed in white was sleeping in his arms - hands and feet wrapped tight around him. His face leaned on Ye Zhizhou's chest, black hair scattered on top of the both of them, mixing with his own loose hair. Such an intimate scene, ah!

His mind blanked out for a minute, then it suddenly hit him: how could someone, who was lying unconscious in the main hall yesterday, appear in his bed? And Ye Zhizhou didn't even notice that someone had climbed into his bed - it was simply bizarre! His spiritual power wouldn't have allowed him to be so unguarded!

Wait, a second......

A metaphorical lightbulb suddenly flicked on, and a surprising yet frightening guess came to mind. There was only one person in this world who could make him so unguarded like this - and it was that faulty-brained lover of his. Looking back at the eighth prince's mental case yesterday, it seemed likely that....

But then, why didn't his spirit force react when near this person? In the previous worlds, it was always stirred up when in proximity...... could it be that in this lifetime, that man's already weak spiritual force had completely disappeared?

Various theories and thoughts ran across his mind. Ye Zhihzou's spiritual force hesitantly lingered on the side of the other person's head, wanting to explore, but anxious at the possible results. If the other party was his lover, then naturally - it would be everyone's delight and satisfaction. But if he was not...... well, this eighth prince who already bore a weak body and defective brain might not be able to survive the spiritual scans......

Reason and emotions fighting a chaotic battle, he looked down at the youth in his arms with a complicated gaze. Trying to endure without much success, Ye Zhizhou gathered his courage and reached out to the youth's pants. Spiritual scans were temporarily out of question - but there was still one more method that he could always try... and though he wasn't sure whether the birthmark would always exist in every world, it was at least something. A guilty feeling of indecency rose in his heart as he leaned towards the minor. Fingers trembling, he held the other person's clothes and lifted them up. Then, he reached out for the waistband of the...... he prayed to God to forgive him of his crime.

"What are you doing?"

There was a cold feeling on the back of his hand - and all of a sudden, it was tightly held in another's vice-like grip.

! ! !

Ye Zhizhou eyes widened, and held his breath.

Yan Mingyong slowly got up, gradually tightening his grip around the wrist. Pulling his body forward, the wide collar slipped slightly open, exposing a white and frail looking chest. And probably because he had just been woken up, there was a tinge of red on his pale face, making it appear even more alluring. "Do you like my body?"