Strongly Spoiled by the Villainous Tyrant After Climbing into the Dragon’s Bed - Chapter 6

Zhan Yueqing had a nightmare; he dreamed of his ex-boyfriend.

In the nightmare, heavy snow fluttered through the air. An eighteen-year-old youth knelt in the snow while Zhan stood by the window of a luxury mansion, watching him.

The snow fell for an hour. The youth knelt for an hour. He watched for an hour.

The night snow of the north had frozen countless lives outdoors to death.

Zhan Yueqing finally couldn’t help himself. He grabbed a nearby coat and bolted out the door. He didn’t dare leave through the main entrance, so he took the small back door of the kitchen instead.

Tonight was the Tan family banquet. The nannies and hired chefs had finished cooking and were huddled in the back kitchen, whispering gossip.

“Who’s that kneeling outside?”

“Seems to be the Tan family’s foster son—Tan Huai.”

“Why isn’t he attending the banquet?”

“He did attend—didn’t you see his outfit? He wore it specifically for the banquet. That suit alone is worth a year of your salary.”

“Then why is he kneeling outside again?” someone asked, confused.

“Apparently, he got into an argument with Old Man Tan during the banquet.”

“About what?”

“What else could it be? He’s dissatisfied with Young Master Yue…”

“Young Master Yue?” The person paused, then had a sudden realization. They lowered their voice and said, “Now that you mention the name, I remember. You mean that male ‘daughter-in-law’ Old Man Tan announced at the banquet? How many ‘little mothers’ does this make for the Tan family young masters now?”

“Shh, don’t say that. Old Man Tan said it himself: a man is a man, and a woman is a woman—he just wants the boy to serve him.”

“Eh? Young Master Yue, where are you going?”

Zhan Yueqing’s figure moved fast, like a gust of wind, leaving the idle gossip behind him.

Outside, the snow fell heavily. The youth kneeling on the ground had a spine like a pine or cypress tree, refusing to bend.

Zhan Yueqing’s lips moved. “A-Huai.”

The youth looked like a stray puppy; his hair and his finely made clothes were covered in snow particles. Hearing the voice, he raised eyes that were flushed red, but his gaze stared deathly still at Zhan Yueqing.

Those eyes contained resentment, anger, and a hint of the bewilderment of being discarded.

“Get lost,” he said.

Zhan Yueqing had anticipated this. Helplessly, he draped the coat over him and sighed. The youth was still young and couldn’t hide his feelings; seeing this, tears fell from his eyes.

“…Zhan Yueqing, give me an explanation.” He was like an abandoned dog, eyes misty and rims red. “Half a month ago, why did you break up with me?”

Zhan Yueqing didn’t dare speak.

The Tan household was filled with surveillance everywhere. He was like a young eagle fallen into a golden cage, his talons removed, left for others to observe and study inch by inch.

“Tell me,” the youth grabbed his hand, rubbing his cheek against Zhan’s palm, his eyes filled with hope. “Tell me you had no choice—I’ll believe you.”

Zhan Yueqing sighed.

He knew that even if it were a lie, this idiot would believe it.

“I didn’t have a choice,” Zhan Yueqing said, uttering a stiff lie.

Tears rolled down the youth’s eyes.

Zhan Yueqing stepped back a few paces, hiding himself in the dark shadows of the mansion. Meanwhile, the youth knelt not far away, illuminated by the moonlight, covered in snow.

Suddenly, the dream seemed to be violently torn apart by a pair of hands. Zhan Yueqing saw the Tyrant.

The Tyrant who looked exactly like that youth. He was strangling him, saying his face was disgusting.

—Zhan Yueqing suddenly woke up from the dream.

The sound of palace servants’ footsteps was in his ears, and the scent of woody incense in the golden hall drifted into his nostrils. Zhan Yueqing looked at the white-gold bed curtains above him and finally became fully conscious.

Recalling what happened before he fainted, Zhan Yueqing quickly rolled over. After finding there was no pain where there shouldn’t be, he breathed a complete sigh of relief.

Oh my god, luckily the Tyrant doesn’t do “sleeping” business.

Thinking this, Zhan Yueqing crawled up and asked the servants outside, “What time is it? Where is His Majesty?”

His voice was terrifyingly raspy.

Zhan Yueqing froze. He raised his hand to check his own pulse and felt relieved. It was just a cold. There was just a bit of residual poison. It was just… Hmm? I also have a kidney deficiency?

Zhan Yueqing raised an eyebrow, but then heard the palace maid say, “This servant does not know His Majesty’s whereabouts. Outside, it is currently the third quarter of the Hour of the Monkey (Shen).”

“What time is the Hour of the Monkey?” Zhan Yueqing asked.

The maid was stunned, not understanding his meaning, but repeated, “The third quarter of the Hour of the Monkey.”

Zhan Yueqing still didn’t quite get it: “System, translate. Specifically, what time?”

The system, which had been playing dead, suddenly spoke in his mind with a lifeless tone: [Around 3:00 to 5:00 PM.]

[You certainly slept for a long time, congratulations to the host for surviving the first day in the Tyrant’s hands. You have successfully activated more permissions. I hope you complete the main quest soon. I am your system, you may call me 997.]

After saying this, it transmitted a twelve-watch conversion table into his brain.

Zhan Yueqing clicked his tongue. While looking at the table, he asked curiously, “Do you have a brother named 996?”

997 sighed: [No, but there is a gloomy mainframe called 001.]

Zhan Yueqing hummed, assuming it was the system’s management department, and didn’t care. Instead, he first performed an internal scan of the system space and saw a giant mission box.

There were four types of missions in the box. Currently, there was only one mission in the red box: [Reform the Tyrant].

Below it were green, yellow, and blue boxes.

Zhan Yueqing scanned them. The green box contained missions to heal patients, and the blue box—

“Meet the Male Lead?” Zhan Yueqing frowned, remembering the male lead the system mentioned last night. “Where is the male lead right now?”

[Preparing for next year’s imperial examinations,] 997 said. [You don’t have to see him yet. Reform the Tyrant first. Red is the highest priority.]

Since the system said so, Zhan Yueqing naturally wouldn’t go looking for trouble. His greatest hobby in life was getting something for nothing; it would be even better if he could just lie in bed and pick up money.

Zhan Yueqing glanced at the yellow box missions—but with just one look, he wished he could gouge his eyes out.

*Yellow Box Missions:

[Get touchy-feely with the Tyrant 1/1]

[Kiss the Tyrant 1/1]

[Do *** with the Tyrant]

Zhan Yueqing: “…”

Zhan Yueqing flashed a “kind” smile. “May I ask what ‘***’ is?”

997 took a look and whimpered, [Oh my, it’s the kind of content that can’t be broadcasted in “mouth-mouth” (censored) literature.]

Zhan Yueqing was speechless. He checked the system exchange shop, which showed he currently had 1,127 points. But the shop was very limited.

There were only two items listed:

Pink Tree Sap: Use: To restrain the system and alleviate pain. 10,000 points per bottle.

Title Exchange: Scorpion-Hearted Villain or Prosperous Wise Ruler. The former requires slaying 10,000 innocent civilians, while the latter requires 300 million Trust Points.

[Innocents Slain: 0] [Current Trust Points: 1]

The meanings behind the two titles seemed to be two extremes.

Zhan Yueqing’s brow furrowed as he suddenly thought of the Tyrant’s promise last night. The Emperor’s wrath results in a million corpses…

No. He was a commoner himself. Those above him were human; those below him were also human. Only the system wasn’t human.

Zhan Yueqing withdrew that terrifying thought and instead asked, “997, what does ‘restraining system pain’ mean? If I don’t finish a mission, will there be a punishment? And 300 million Trust Points—I’d have to be above ten thousand people and below only one to have that many people trust me, right? Who is this initial ‘1’?”

997 laughed.

[A doctor famous throughout the world can also gain people’s trust. If you don’t complete a mission, of course you’ll be punished. If I don’t punish you, based on the character info the system recorded, I judge that you would become spoiled by favor and act until you die.]

Even though it was an electronic voice, Zhan Yueqing detected a hint of sickening sweetness in it.

Yikes. Being spoiled by an electronic thing?

997: [Points are obtained through missions. Mission priorities will change; those that turn red must be completed, otherwise there will be punishment. Please accept missions discreetly, Master Host.]

Zhan Yueqing thought about it and noticed something wrong: “There are only two titles for the final achievement? Then it’s fine if I don’t do missions, right?”

Suddenly, it felt as if a current of electricity flashed through his body, and a surge of intense pain hit him. Zhan Yueqing turned dark before his eyes and fell back onto the bed.

997: [You aren’t allowed to say things like that anymore. After you achieve either title, I will leave your body.]

Zhan Yueqing’s whole body was numb. It took a while for him to recover, and his gaze suddenly darkened.

The system, however, was oblivious and continued—

[Aside from red missions, I won’t force you to take missions. Mission points have no other use besides exchanging for those two items.]

[And the leverage against the Tyrant you got from me last night was exchanged for three days of your vision. The exchange mechanisms for the two are different.]

[Oh, right, you also have a storage space, but it requires 10,000 points to open—I suggest you ‘do’ it once with the Tyrant. The first time gives 8,888 points.]

It babbled a whole lot, but Zhan Yueqing only said: “I apply to read the original novel.”

997: [Rejected. Because this novel isn’t finished; the author ‘Mu Wu’ dropped it. You need to write the ending yourself.]

Zhan Yueqing: “…”

What about the author? Did they transmigrate? He’d read in novels that authors who didn’t fill their plot holes were meant to transmigrate into the book.

“Are there other transmigrators in this world?” Zhan Yueqing asked again.

Strangely, while yesterday’s 997 could answer “no” without hesitation, today’s system fell silent for a moment.

Zhan Yueqing thought of the Tyrant Tan Huairann’s face, and his heart started racing for some reason—If his ex-boyfriend had transmigrated with him and became the Tyrant…

[None.]

997 interrupted the fantasy that was about to form.

Zhan Yueqing felt as if a piece of his heart had gone empty, but he still didn’t give up: “Is there really none?”

997 was puzzled: [Really none. Did you see someone familiar?]

Its confused tone didn’t seem fake, so Zhan Yueqing had no choice but to believe it.

The system then transmitted the specific background of the original body’s life.

—The original body was picked up by the current head of the Zhan family, Zhan Jing. But after he was brought back, the capital started checking household registers, and children of unknown origin had to be handed over.

Zhan Jing had no choice but to adopt the infant, who wasn’t even a month old, under his concubine’s name, making him a son of the Zhan manor.

Before this, Zhan Jing only had one daughter. After he arrived, he was ranked the second child. Later, Zhan Jing’s legal wife gave birth to another child, who was Zhan De.

Elder daughter Zhan Yan, foster son Zhan Yueqing, third brother Zhan De. Then there was a concubine daughter, Zhan Xiaosong, born to a concubine named Peihuan.

Peihuan was the original body’s “mother.” That woman was gentle and weak, like a bun that anyone could bully. But this mother was good to the original body; even though her own life wasn’t easy, she raised him in this man-eating manor.

Unfortunately, when the original body was twelve, that woman died in the winter due to a major illness. She left only the twelve-year-old him and the seven-year-old sister to depend on each other.

Zhan Yueqing was young, and due to his younger brother’s interference, he had no chance to study. He was very clumsy, and when his monthly allowance was docked, he could only seek other ways to make a living. It happened that at that time, Prince An was looking for house guards, so he volunteered. He clawed his way up to become Prince An’s personal hidden guard, often accompanying him.

Zhan Yueqing fell silent after reading—this trashy family, better to have them all executed.

He looked at his dry and thin body again and muttered, “This body doesn’t look like a hidden guard. Which family has such a weak hidden guard?”

And how did the original body die? What was the deal with the “medicine human”? Was Prince An behind it? Was the goal to use his “blood” to kill the Tyrant?

Zhan Yueqing thought and thought, but couldn’t be sure if Prince An was a friend or foe. Originally, he wanted to use blood to control the Tyrant, but the blood was useless against him. The system also didn’t say how to reform the Tyrant.

Don’t tell me my mere presence is the reformation? Zhan Yueqing thought conceitedly.

Then the Tyrant’s identity became very ambiguous. Zhan Yueqing remembered the system’s pause just now and narrowed his eyes.

Forget it, I’ll observe for a while longer.

“Young Master,” a palace servant suddenly said outside, “the Zhan family sent someone at noon, but you were resting then, so this servant turned them away. Are you still going back today?”

Zhan Yueqing thought about it. The original body’s younger sister was still in the manor, so he hopped off the bed.

“Yes. Prepare the carriage.”

“Second Young Master,” a hidden guard guarding in the shadows suddenly appeared and handed him a box. “His Majesty said to give this to you.”

Zhan Yueqing raised an eyebrow but was momentarily stunned.

Inside was an imperial decree for exterminating a family.

He opened it, his eyes brightening. He looked at the hidden guard and suddenly laughed out loud—

“Is there anything else?”

When Zhan Yueqing laughed, compared to his previous appearance, there was a strange sense of extraordinary beauty. He could get revenge for the original body now.

The hidden guard’s heart tightened. Remembering the hand signals His Majesty implied before going to court, he added: “He said going out is fine, but you must remember to return to the palace. Don’t let yourself be led away by others.”