I've Decided To Be This Tyrant's Dark Moonlight - Chapter 61

The Emperor sprawled on the table like a cat, smiling gently. “Yingying, aren’t you angry?”

Wei Ying couldn’t even look at him and quickly pulled him down. “Your Majesty, this is too much!”

The Emperor lowered his head, looking a little aggrieved.

Wei Ying pushed him aside. “Go check the memorials! As for this mess on the floor, I’ll just call Gonggong Fushou to pick it up.”

Muttering to herself, she rubbed her forehead, trying hard to forget the or2 pose the Emperor had struck in her mind. He was handsome, and his waist was soft—this made it slightly alluring—but it was just… far too shameless!

She wanted to go back in time and ask her past self, “How did you raise a child to be like this? And did you have a thing for spanking?”

Gonggong Fushou entered, shocked at the mess, thinking the two had quarreled and that the Emperor was angry. He carefully tidied up the scattered items and glanced at the Emperor.

At this time, Yun Shao had already sat down to read the memorials, biting her lip, revealing a hint of reluctance.

Meanwhile, Wei Ying, yawning, went into the inner bedchamber to sleep.

Fushou thought: “Oh no! Could they really have quarreled?”

“Your Majesty…” Fushou called out. “Are you alright?”

The Emperor lifted his eyes, pouting slightly, and gave a small, soft “Mm,” his watery eyes misty as if he had suffered a great grievance.

Fushou’s heart as an old father was struck again. He glanced at the bedchamber and asked in a low voice, “Consort Ying, did you hit His Majesty?”

The Emperor sniffled and replied in a deep, resonant voice, “No… it’s just that my teacher wouldn’t hit me q^q.”

Fushou didn’t understand, but as he left, he couldn’t help thinking: Young people’s hearts are truly difficult to fathom. The Emperor’s heart is immeasurably deep, really incredibly deep!

Yun Shao finished reading the memorials late at night. She leaned back in her sandalwood chair, stretched, and set down the vermillion brush. Her eyes glazed for a moment as she looked toward the bedchamber, slowly stood up, and quietly approached Wei Ying’s bedside.

The girl was lying on her side, the embroidered quilt covering only to her waist. Her black hair flowed over her body like water, and her pale jade-like fingers curled slightly on the pillow.

Yun Shao watched for a while, suddenly recalling that first night—how she had silently observed a palace maid who wandered into the palace and offended her, the sword tightly gripped, its glint moving in the room like moonlight.

The sword had stopped at the girl’s brow, never able to get closer.

Even back then, she had sensed something; instinct had always been faster than reason.

As she witnessed “divine signs” occurring repeatedly afterward, she gradually confirmed her intuition.

She climbed onto the bed lightly, keeping a distance so as not to crush Wei Ying’s hair.

“Yingying,” the Emperor’s voice trembled slightly, “don’t look at anyone else, only at me… okay?”

The sleeping girl naturally didn’t answer. Yun Shao lay on her side silently watching. After a while, she softly whispered some mischief:

“Yingying, actually, Prince Luling is a bad man, his character is despicable, utterly unworthy…”

Wei Ying dozed in a muddled state, suddenly having a nightmare.

In her dream, she was trapped in darkness, with a little megaphone next to her, blaring away.

“Yingying, let me tell you, Prince Luling is a bad man, utterly unworthy. Six years ago, for the throne, he could cut ties with his parents…

He stole chickens, smashed eggs, set fires, burned mountains; he’s also ugly, shameless, and everyone who sees him sighs…”

Wei Ying tried to wake from the nightmare but couldn’t, clutching her fists desperately.

If she were guilty, the law should punish her—not lock her in a tiny dark room and force her to listen to rap.

Yun Shao babbled Prince Luling’s bad deeds into Wei Ying’s ears. Seeing the girl frown in annoyance even in her dream, she couldn’t help smiling. If she kept doing this every night, one day Wei Ying would no longer want to hear the name “Prince Luling.”

Plan approved √.

Yun Shao smiled contentedly and lay beside Wei Ying, falling asleep satisfied.

When Wei Ying woke, the Emperor had, as usual, already left. She half-sat up, her head dizzy. She had dreamed the whole night of Prince Luling—Prince Luling… Prince Luling would definitely be her lifelong enemy!

Damn, the nightmare had developed to the point that the little megaphone no longer blared, but she still saw the blue-faced, fanged Prince Luling rampaging in her dream.

Wei Ying held her head in her hands, trying to wake herself up.

The palace schemer, unaware of the horror of being brainwashed all night, said: “Host, Prince Luling is about to enter the capital; the first task is being issued!”

Wei Ying: ugh.

She covered her stomach, feeling nauseous.

Palace schemer: “Host… what’s wrong?”

Wei Ying shook her head sadly. “Don’t say the name ‘Prince Luling’ to me for now, thanks.”

Palace schemer: “Ah… huh?”

After a whole night of nightmare and brainwashing rap, Wei Ying staggered back to Yulu Hall and collapsed onto her bed. Aside from being forced to listen to rap all night, she truly disliked Prince Luling.

In the original book, this was the time the Emperor favored Xiao Qianxue. After returning from the summer resort, Xiao Qianxue became pregnant, promoted to Consort, and shared blissful affection with the Emperor. With Empress Dowager Xi’s support, even the palace maids rarely troubled her.

At that time, she was likely the happiest in the story.

Later, Empress Dowager Xi entered the Buddhist hall to meditate again, leaving Xiao Qianxue without protection. A month later, Prince Luling entered the capital. To welcome him, the palace held a banquet. At the banquet, the Empress Dowager suddenly mentioned that Prince Luling had studied swordsmanship since childhood and suggested a sword dance performance.

Prince Luling danced with his sword before the consorts, the sword’s gleam swaying like snow in the dim light. Afterward, Palace Maid Gong Beinu mentioned that last year Xiao Qianxue had performed a sword dance at the Mid-Autumn banquet. The consorts whispered, glancing repeatedly between the two.

The Emperor’s expression immediately darkened, a hint of displeasure in his eyes, and a rift grew in his heart toward the heroine.

Recalling the original story, Wei Ying realized that afterward the Emperor would neglect the heroine—partly because he was jealous, partly because he suspected the heroine might have been unfaithful. Prince Luling, after glimpsing her at the banquet, also developed feelings for her. He was despicable!

“So,” Wei Ying asked, “is the mission for me to deal with Prince Luling at the banquet?”

She rubbed her hands together, eager to go, her lips curling in a smile, ready to strike the object who had given her nightmares.

Palace schemer: “No, this time the mission is to prevent the Emperor from getting jealous.”

Wei Ying froze, frowning. “Jealous?”

So the dog Emperor, who called her “white moonlight,” would get jealous hearing others talk about Xiao Qianxue and Prince Luling at the banquet?

She instantly felt her mood sour.

This bad mood lasted until the evening, when the Emperor again summoned her to attend him.

Wei Ying sat boldly in Yangxin Hall, holding a bowl of freshly made fermented glutinous rice with osmanthus, sipping it slowly.

Yun Shao looked at her several times before putting down the vermillion brush. “Yingying, are you unhappy today?”

Wei Ying pursed her lips. Ever since she thought the Emperor would follow the original story and get jealous over Xiao Qianxue, even the blue sky seemed less blue, the water less clear, and the autumn wind less lively. Everything looked off.

She attributed it to a night of nightmares, leaning tiredly against the chair. “It’s nothing, I just had a nightmare last night.”

Yun Shao’s eyes brightened. Softly, she asked, “What kind of nightmare?”

Wei Ying shook her head, unwilling to say more. “It’s nothing.”

Yun Shao smiled slowly and squatted before her. Tilting her head up, she said, “Tonight, I’ll protect you in your dreams, Yingying.”

The Eastern pearls on her golden crown bounced twice. Perhaps they had been pulled last night; this pearl seemed loose, ready to fall.

Wei Ying met the Emperor’s deep black eyes, hesitated for a moment, adjusted the crown slightly, and softly said, “Your Majesty, I’ll rest first.”

Yun Shao smiled. “Alright. If you have another nightmare, I will protect you in your dream.”

Wei Ying pressed her forehead. “I don’t usually have nightmares. I probably won’t have one tonight.”

The Emperor stood behind her, hands clasped, smiling purely and innocently.

That night, Wei Ying closed her eyes, hands clasped, lying flat on the soft bed. She recalled something and called out to the palace schemer: “Little Chicken! Was it you blabbering in my ear last night?”

Palace schemer: ???

Wei Ying sighed. “I normally don’t have nightmares. How could I dream of a little megaphone?”

The palace schemer had something it wasn’t sure whether to say, but thinking of its mission to supervise the host’s palace intrigues, it stayed silent. It feared that revealing last night would make the host sharpen her knives on the Emperor, resulting in a regicide scene.

Wei Ying lay for a while. “If I have a nightmare tonight, you have to wake me!”

Being trapped in a dark room listening to the megaphone was terrifying.

The palace schemer didn’t lie and remained silent.

Wei Ying sensed something amiss. “Little Chicken, are you hiding something from me?”

Palace schemer: …

Wei Ying bit her handkerchief. “Little Chicken, you’ve changed. You used to pamper me. Is there someone else now?” But she didn’t trouble the palace schemer and instead cleverly decided not to sleep tonight! She wanted to see what the dog Emperor was hiding.

She closed her eyes, pretending to nap, waiting a long time until she heard the bedchamber door open.

The Emperor silently approached the bedside, watching her as usual.

Wei Ying closed her eyes but still felt the Emperor’s intense gaze. When they were together, he always watched her, his black eyes misty, looking at her with unwavering depth. She recalled the Emperor’s words, “I can’t hold others in my heart,” and her heart skipped a beat; her breathing quickened slightly.

Wei Ying feared the Emperor would notice she wasn’t asleep, so she silently recited Buddhist sutras, barabarasaying form is emptiness, emptiness is form… until her heartbeat finally slowed.

“Yingying, are you asleep?” the Emperor whispered.

Wei Ying closed her eyes, sensing something slightly off.

After a while without response, Yun Shao relaxed and slowly removed her clothes, lying beside Wei Ying, whispering devilishly in her ear: “Yingying, Prince Luling is a fool. Continuing from last time, he set the mountain on fire…”

“Good heavens, this is turning into a series!”

Yun Shao paused, meeting Wei Ying’s dark, bright eyes.

Wei Ying finally realized why she had a nightmare last night—turns out after she fell asleep, the Emperor had been rapping in her ear. She smiled wryly. “Your Majesty, aren’t you going to give me an explanation?”

Emperor: …

Emperor: or2.

Looking at the Emperor quietly pouting and arching his back in the or2 pose on the bed, Wei Ying fell silent.

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