Saving My Life By Simping For My Empress - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: If the mountain will not come to Muhammad, Muhammad must go to the mountain.

In his mind, Wei Yu instantly brainstormed countless scenarios of why the Tyrant had summoned him; he believed the most likely reason was that the Tyrant wanted to beat him to vent his anger.

However, when Wei Yu reached him, Qin Ji did not swing a fist. Instead, he simply reached out and pinched the fabric of Wei Yu’s clothes.

Qin Ji frowned imperceptibly. This man’s clothing was far too thin. Just looking at Wei Yu’s face made him get a nosebleed; even if he only looked at the beauty’s face, he couldn’t bear to let him suffer like this. He couldn’t understand how the Tyrant could have been so cruel to Wei Yu.

A beauty deserved preferential treatment, especially one as peerless as this.

“Someone, come here,” Qin Ji called out.

A younger eunuch entered the inner hall. His name was Gao Huan, an apprentice of Gao De.

“Your Majesty.”

“Go and fetch a set of my sleeping robes.” The inner robes Qin Ji was wearing were warm and comfortable, unlike Wei Yu’s, which were made of a single layer of thin fabric.

Gao Huan immediately went to fetch the robes. As the Emperor, Qin Ji had plenty of clothes he had only worn once or twice. Although Gao Huan brought “old” robes, they were actually quite new.

“Your Majesty, the robes are here.” Gao Huan held the robes high and presented them to Qin Ji.

Qin Ji said to Wei Yu, “Take them and change.”

Wei Yu: “???” Qin Ji must have some kind of illness, giving his own sleeping robes to him.

Just then, Gao De entered with hot water. Qin Ji threw back the covers and got out of bed to wash his face. “Change your clothes first. Once you’re done, I have something to say to you.”

Waaaah, I actually spoke so coldly to the great beauty.

Qin Ji looked calm on the surface, but inside he was a mess of crying emojis. He didn’t blame himself for being unable to resist Wei Yu’s beauty; he blamed the fact that he liked men.

Ahhh, Wei Yu is really so good-looking!

Qin Ji carefully wiped his nose with a handkerchief to ensure no bloodstains remained, all while howling internally.

If he hadn’t transmigrated into a novel and met Wei Yu here, but had met him in his own world instead, he would have sprinted a hundred meters with his phone and used skin as thick as a city wall to ask for his contact information.

But now, he—Qin Ji, Emperor of the Qin State—was Wei Yu’s enemy. The kind of enemy where only one could live.

If a favorability bar could be displayed above Wei Yu’s head, the only reason it would stay at zero would be because it didn’t show negative numbers.

After washing his face, Qin Ji couldn’t help but sigh. He didn’t dare ask for the beauty’s contact info now; his current goal was simply to claw back a tiny bit of favorability to save his own life.

After wiping his face, Qin Ji sent Gao De and Gao Huan out. He returned to the bed to “lie like a corpse” again. Wei Yu had changed into the sleeping robes and was standing before the bed with his head bowed.

The Tyrant’s robes didn’t fit Wei Yu well; they were much too large. Qin Ji glanced at his own current physique and accidentally caught a glimpse of his “nine-to-one” midsection (a belly where six-pack abs have merged into one).

Qin Ji shattered on the spot.

Does this Tyrant not exercise? He’s an Emperor, for heaven’s sake! Doesn’t he study riding and archery? Why is there such obvious flab on his stomach!

As someone who originally had a six-pack, Qin Ji was losing his mind.

In Wei Yu’s eyes, Qin Ji looked quite mentally ill. Why was his face contorting into such a colorful array of expressions? Was his face cramping?

Qin Ji took a moment to calm his heart. He had already drafted a detailed exercise plan in his mind. He was a man meant to be companions with a six-pack; flab was strictly forbidden!

Having finished mourning his belly fat, Qin Ji finally got to the point. He patted the immensely wide bed: “You come up and lie down too.”

Wei Yu nearly bit his tongue.

What was the Tyrant trying to do now? He wanted him to get onto the Dragon Bed? Was the Dragon Bed something one could just climb onto?

Aside from the Emperor himself, the only people allowed on the Dragon Bed were the concubines he intended to favor that night. Did Qin Ji want to “favor” him?

A flash of murderous intent crossed Wei Yu’s eyes. If Qin Ji really dared to humiliate him, he would fight him to the death. He would rather die than be disgraced.

Qin Ji was very nervous; he was worried Wei Yu might suddenly take him out. Seeing Wei Yu standing still, Qin Ji asked tentatively, “Do you want to take a bath before coming up?”

Hearing the word “bath,” Wei Yu subconsciously associated it with the procedures for a concubine’s service. He quickly climbed onto the bed, carefully avoiding Qin Ji to reach the inner side.

If he actually washed himself clean, Qin Ji might decide to “favor” him even if he hadn’t originally intended to.

Seeing Wei Yu on the bed, Qin Ji breathed a long sigh of relief. Good, it seemed he was still salvageable.

However, there was only one quilt on the bed. Wei Yu was too far in and wouldn’t be covered, so Qin Ji had no choice but to say, “Come closer.”

Wei Yu’s eyes widened: What! He wants me to get closer to the Tyrant?

Qin Ji saw that Wei Yu wasn’t moving again. Since it was cold wearing only sleeping robes, he simply shifted himself—quilt and all—over to Wei Yu’s side.

If the mountain will not come to me, I shall go to the mountain.

To Wei Yu’s stunned silence, Qin Ji leaned over with the warm quilt. Wei Yu’s body instantly stiffened.

His body was touching the Tyrant’s, and he was covered by a quilt carrying the Tyrant’s body heat.

Wei Yu’s mind was failing to process this. He remembered clearly how the Tyrant had tortured him in the past: making him kneel in the snow during the dead of winter, forcing him to catch fish in a frozen lake, making him stand under the scorching sun in midsummer, even forcing him to wear women’s dresses and hairstyles to dance for him…

The pain he had suffered at the hands of the Tyrant was too much; just recalling it made Wei Yu feel deathly ill. He was certain the torture he endured in the Qin State was not a dream.

Yet the current situation was that he was lying in the same blanket as the Tyrant he hated to death, sleeping on the Tyrant’s Dragon Bed.

“Can’t sleep?” Qin Ji asked softly. “Is the candlelight making it hard to sleep?”

Before Wei Yu could say anything, Qin Ji called for someone: “Gao De.”

Gao De was like a brick—wherever Qin Ji needed him, he was moved.

“Your Majesty, your servant is here.”

To prevent needing to get up for the toilet in the middle of the night, it was impossible to extinguish the candles, so Qin Ji said, “Lower the bed curtains for me.”

As for why he didn’t do it himself—it was naturally because he was afraid of letting the warmth out of the blanket.

Wei Yu’s body was so cold, like a piece of chilled jade. Qin Ji thought that Wei Yu needed to warm up properly. Anyway, he was currently the Emperor; asking someone to lower the curtains shouldn’t be a big deal, right?

Naturally, it wasn’t a big deal.

Wei Yu lying on the Dragon Bed was.

Heaven knows what kind of tidal wave hit Gao De’s heart when he went in and saw Wei Yu actually sharing a pillow with the Emperor.

Not only did His Majesty not find a way to make things difficult for Prince Wei Yu today, but he also let him sleep on his Dragon Bed?

When Gao De lowered the curtains and walked out of the inner hall, his spirit was in a daze.

Gao Huan approached: “Master, what is the situation inside?” Why were there no sounds of a struggle today?

Gao De was also puzzled: “It’s very… harmonious.”

Gao Huan: “???” What was his master talking about?

…

Qin Ji really didn’t dare to talk to Wei Yu much. He was clumsy with words and feared that if he said the wrong thing, Wei Yu might snap and kill him. For the sake of his small life, Qin Ji decided to shut up.

He yawned, feeling a bit sleepy. He couldn’t worry about Wei Yu for now and closed his eyes to fall asleep.

Wei Yu, hearing Qin Ji’s shallow breathing: “…”

Was Qin Ji really not afraid of being strangled?

Wei Yu felt he had lost the ability to think. Since he was indeed exhausted, he eventually drifted off to sleep beside the Tyrant.

Before falling asleep, Wei Yu thought: The Tyrant’s bed is actually quite comfortable.

The next morning, Wei Yu opened his eyes and instinctively tried to move, only to find he couldn’t. Looking closer, oh, he was being held tightly by the Tyrant.

Wei Yu froze for a moment, then began to recall what happened last night.

The Tyrant had called him to the Ziji Palace, he saw the Tyrant have a nosebleed, the Tyrant gave him his own robes to wear, and then invited him to sleep on the Dragon Bed.

As for now… the Tyrant was pinning him down firmly. He couldn’t budge.

Qin Ji’s sleeping posture is terrible!

As expected of a Tyrant who hadn’t undergone strict training. Which prince of the Wei State would hold the person next to them and not let go while sleeping!

The key question was: why wasn’t Qin Ji waking up!

Perhaps because Wei Yu’s resentment was too strong, Qin Ji woke up. Upon waking, Qin Ji saw a great beauty in a daze and couldn’t help but murmur, “Beauty…”

Wei Yu: “…” He really wanted to stab this guy.

After murmuring that, Qin Ji’s brain slowly began to function. Then, he discovered he was holding Wei Yu tightly, and his brain jammed again.

Did I… do anything to the great beauty last night?

Qin Ji began to inspect Wei Yu. Hmm, the robes were on properly, his face was clean with no tear tracks, and his eyes weren’t red.

He breathed a massive sigh of relief. Good, good, he probably hadn’t earned negative points with Wei Yu.

It was lucky Wei Yu didn’t know what he was thinking, otherwise, he would have sneered in mockery: Sleeping like a pig and yet thinking something happened? By sleepwalking?

“Uh, that… let’s get up and wash,” Qin Ji said, reluctantly letting go of the beauty and getting out of bed. He called for “Gao De Maps”—no, Eunuch Gao De.

Gao De pushed open the door and entered, followed by a string of palace maids coming to serve Qin Ji’s rising.

He glanced toward the Dragon Bed; it seemed Wei Yu was unharmed.

“Have someone make several sets of new clothes for Wei Yu, from the inside out,” Qin Ji ordered abruptly.

Gao De bowed in acceptance, but couldn’t help wondering what the Emperor was planning. He had humiliated Prince Wei Yu just the day before yesterday; why the sudden concern?

Qin Ji enjoyed the treatment of an Emperor, being washed and dressed by the maids. However, he noticed that today’s outfit looked exceptionally magnificent.

“Your Majesty, it is already a quarter past the fifth watch (6:15 AM). We must hurry to the Morning Court,” Gao De said from the side.

Oh, Morning Court… what the heck is that?

At this moment, Qin Ji finally realized why the clothes he was wearing looked overly magnificent. They were for the Imperial Court; it would be weird if they weren’t magnificent.

Wait. He, a modern person, attending a court session?

He didn’t know the first thing about running a damn court!