Chapter 1 Don't Blame Me for Overthinking

Don't blame Lu Xiaoyao for overthinking; it was the Emperor who wasn't speaking clearly!

The key was that she didn't dare ask directly, "Your Majesty, this servant's brain isn't working well. Could you explain it?" She could only think about saying that; she would never actually ask.

Lu Xiaoyao spent the day cautiously offering tea, water, meals, and assisting with washing up. She secretly observed him for a long time, and all she saw in his eyes was disdain for her. There was nothing else to lead her astray.

She was really serving him, and nothing more, even at night.

So, was she doing 007? Serving him day and night like this?!

Realizing this, Lu Xiaoyao felt a darkness descend. Was she going to die from overwork in this game?

Even though there were a large number of palace servants and eunuchs helping to serve him, Lu Xiaoyao had to be by his side watching all day long. She even had to time her trips to sneak out for a snack or drink.

How long would this kind of life last?

If she played the game well, would she have to do this until the Emperor retired?

The more Lu Xiaoyao thought about it, the more she felt that this job had no future. _(：3」∠)_

Night fell, and the moon rose over the branches.

Lu Xiaoyao was standing by the candlestick, almost falling asleep.

She was nodding off, her head bobbing like a chick pecking at rice, and the "big head shadow" effect was very obvious on Mu Chen's desk as he reviewed the memorials.

Mu Chen repeatedly rubbed his thumb against the memorial, then glanced in Lu Xiaoyao's direction. He thought, if he really followed the NPC's personality setting, he could just drag Lu Xiaoyao out and have her beheaded, right?

Fortunately, this thought only flashed through Mu Chen's mind.

By the time Lu Xiaoyao jolted awake after almost falling, Mu Chen had already started the next plot point. He was already standing at the entrance of the secret room next to the bookshelf, looking at her, as if waiting for her.

Lu Xiaoyao: 0.0!?

A secret room!

Lu Xiaoyao shuddered and met his gaze again. If she wasn't mistaken, the Emperor's look just now conveyed disdain, right?

And a hint of threat, like, "Believe it or not, if you don't move, I'll kill you"?

Mu Chen didn't have time to talk to Lu Xiaoyao at the moment. He simply said, "Follow me," and turned to walk into the secret room's entrance.

He couldn't wait to see his hidden lover.

[Oh my god, it's happening, it's happening! Is the Emperor taking my baby to do bad things in the middle of the night?]

[Crap~ I seem to have discovered some unknown secret. Do you think my baby will be silenced after knowing this?]

[Judging from my baby's personality of doing anything to survive, probably not?]

[What does "doing anything" mean?]

[Kneeling and begging for mercy?]

[Your Majesty, spare me?]

[Merchant miss, save me?]

[Eh?! Wait a minute! Merchant miss?]

[Ah! I don't seem to have seen the merchant miss in this round!]

[Oh, right! Where is the merchant miss?]

...

Ming Mei, who was being thought of by the live-streaming audience, had just come out of a hot spring in the palace. Looking at Lu Xiaoyao's live stream, she finally understood why she had been suddenly woken up by a palace maid and brought to bathe.

So, she was going to see the Emperor?

After bathing, Ming Mei walked barefoot into her bedroom. The road from the hot spring to the bedroom was covered with soft scarlet carpets, so she didn't feel the chill at all.

When she arrived at the bedroom, the palace servants retreated and disappeared again, leaving Ming Mei alone in the huge palace.

The candlelight flickered. Ming Mei looked at herself in the expensive full-length crystal mirror. After the hot spring bath, a hazy and alluring blush appeared on her face. She was wearing a light and translucent gauze nightgown, and her exposed skin was also pink and tender.

When Ming Mei thought about meeting Mu Chen like this later, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

[Host, although it's required by the plot, I think you still have to hold on to your bottom line.]

Gui Gui, who hadn't said anything for a long time, couldn't sit still this time. Although it was collecting money from both sides, Yan Hui was very supportive.

And the mission that Sixth Master had given it was about to fail. But, some things weren't something to compromise on just because of money!

Its host was still an unmarried girl!

She hadn't established any relationship with this man, Mu Chen, yet!

Refuse to cross the line!

[I know.]

Ming Mei wasn't so muddle-headed that she would do something just because of such an ambiguous atmosphere, although she was looking forward to it.

While talking to Gui Gui, Ming Mei heard the sound of a mechanism coming from the other end of her bedroom. Mu Chen had arrived.

Mu Chen raised his hand and lifted the beaded curtain, walking towards the brightest place in the middle of the bedroom. When he saw the beauty standing barefoot on the scarlet carpet in that bright spot of candlelight, his gloomy and stern face from the daytime suddenly blossomed.

And when Lu Xiaoyao, who had followed Mu Chen all the way, saw the NPC who was "exactly the same" as her friend, she was dumbfounded!

Was this game planner a CP fanatic?

[Holy crap!!! It's the mysterious merchant miss!]

[I'm knocking!!! I'm knocking!!! This, this... ah, my language skills are not enough. Someone help me describe it!]

[Damn?!]

[Amazing!]

[Can your vocabulary be a little richer?]

[Why are you thinking of adjectives when you should be shipping CPs at this time?! Ship it!]

[Ship!]

[Ship!]

...

"Get out!"

Mu Chen, who wanted to be alone with Ming Mei, finally realized that there was someone still standing behind him like an idiot.

The plot required him to bring Lu Xiaoyao here, but, how could someone who was usually so perceptive when it came to shipping CPs be so clueless at this time?

"...Yes...understood?"

Lu Xiaoyao, who hadn't fully realized what her identity was, responded dumbly. Fortunately, Mu Chen didn't want to waste time on this. He waved his hand and let Lu Xiaoyao go, telling her to guard the door of the palace.

Because she had seen Ming Mei, Lu Xiaoyao turned her head back three times as she went out, very reluctant. It wasn't until she bumped into Mu Chen's murderous gaze that she was frightened and immediately retreated from the palace without looking back, and thoughtfully closed the door.

The moment she closed the palace door, Lu Xiaoyao suddenly regretted it. She stared at the opaque wooden door with her big eyes, and unwillingly said, "It's too inhumane to let us hear but not see, right?"

[Didn't you close it yourself?]

[Brothers and sisters, do you think that listening will also get the live stream banned?]

[?????]

The old viewers, who had been deeply hurt by Lu Xiaoyao's live stream suddenly going crazy before, suddenly realized this problem.

[No way?]

[Why can't we listen? If Lu Xiaoyao can listen, why can't we? I'm an adult!]

[Adult +1.]

[Is there anything that we adults can't listen to?]

[We can not only listen but also imagine with the sound!]

[...Is this a pants emporium? Why are there pants all over the floor?]

...

Ming Mei had been standing there without moving, her watery eyes looking at the man who was still standing a few meters away, not knowing how long Mu Chen was going to stand there and daydream.

"The next plot should be Consort serving the Emperor in bed." As if sensing the impatience in Ming Mei's eyes, Mu Chen finally spoke, emphasizing the words "Consort" very deliberately.

Ming Mei: "..."

If she hadn't noticed Mu Chen's translucent and flushed ears under the candlelight, she would have really believed his flirtatious words.

Since the other party was saying flirtatious words, she would be remiss if she didn't do something flirtatious in return.

The next second, Mu Chen only felt a blur before his eyes, and a fragrant breeze brushed his face. When he could see clearly again, he saw that the beauty who had been a few meters away was now standing less than half a meter in front of him.

The beauty stretched out a slender white finger and hooked it onto his belt. She suddenly pulled hard, causing Mu Chen to involuntarily move closer to the woman in front of him, so close that he could feel the softness of her body.

Ming Mei, who was almost pressed against him, looked up at him, her cherry lips parted slightly, and she softly asked, "Then--Your Majesty, how do you want your concubine to serve you in bed?"

After speaking, Ming Mei lowered her head as if she was shy, but then "wickedly" breathed lightly on his Adam's apple. Mu Chen could hardly control his Adam's apple from bobbing.

When Ming Mei looked up again, she saw that the look in his eyes had changed. His dark pupils were now like a pool of thick, unfathomable ink.

However, deep in those bottomless black eyes seemed to be a flame that she couldn't see, burning with the image reflected in his pupils.

Gradually, Ming Mei felt that the fire seemed to spread along his gaze, about to ignite her whole being...