The Emperor Doesn't Despise Me? Why Is He Still Using Force! - Chapter 1

“In this lifetime, I will turn around my dad’s destiny so that his official career will be smooth and he will rise rapidly to a high position. As for me, I only need to be a law-abiding freeloader.”

“No, wait, a tender-loader.”

Pei Yan stood in front of the gate of the Imperial Academy, the number one institution of higher learning in the imperial city.

Waiting for his never-before-met biological father to finish school.

“My dad is eighteen, and I am nineteen.”

After saying that, Pei Yan laughed out loud.

He did not expect that he would actually be reborn into his father’s youth, a time when his father was not yet married and was studying hard at the Imperial Academy.

In his previous life, he was executed for the crime of corruption.

At that time, he was kneeling on the execution platform with his mouth blocked, unable to speak.

The executioner tightly gripped the blade flashing with a cold, piercing light, and with a swift stroke, his blood splattered on the spot and his head was severed from his body.

Moreover, at the very moment before his death, he heard his father cry out with deep sorrow, “My son is wronged!”

The smile on Pei Yan’s handsome face turned somewhat bitter.

He raised his hand to touch his head, which was still safely growing on his neck, and his gaze turned fierce.

“Now that I have been granted a new life, I will definitely take revenge on those two people who caused my death.”

“And I will never let my father endure the pain of losing a son again.”

The setting sun melted like gold, as brilliant as a flame.

It was time for the students to finish school.

The vermilion high gates were slowly pushed open.

Students in groups of two or three poured out one after another.

They were all dressed in ice-blue brocade robes, with soft scarves of the same color tied around their hair knots, and a rich scholarly aura emanated from all over their bodies.

Pei Yan’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, carefully searching the crowd for his young little dad.

After all, he had never laid eyes on what his dad looked like in his youth.

Isn’t there a saying that a girl changes eighteen times a day? The same goes for men!

He better not fail to recognize him and miss him, because that would be miserable.

Right now, he had not a penny to his name and no place to stay.

At this moment, joy suddenly blossomed on Pei Yan’s face.

Dad!

He lifted his robe and ran over happily.

Pei Yanning was walking along with Zhou Hezhao when he was unceremoniously “ambushed” by an enthusiastic embrace.

The attention of the people around was also attracted.

They started discussing among themselves one after another.

“The one confessing his romantic feelings to him this time is actually a man!”

“Damn it, I’m truly full of envy, jealousy, and hatred. The people who admire him no longer distinguish by gender.”

Pei Yanning felt as if he had been scalded, and pushed the person hugging him away with a single shove. A light blush appeared on his soft-lined, handsome face.

“Young master, please show some self-respect.”

Pei Yan was pushed so that his footsteps became somewhat unstable.

Before being poisoned, his dad still had quite a bit of strength!

Pei Yan took a deep breath, calming his excited emotions.

“There are a lot of people here, let’s step aside to talk.”

After saying that, without even waiting for his dad’s agreement, Pei Yan pulled the person away with an intimate expression.

Pei Yan was taller than Pei Yanning and had strength; Pei Yanning struggled twice to no avail.

Nearby, the melon-eating onlookers repeatedly gasped in amazement.

“This time, Pei Yanning’s admirer is actually even more jade-like and exceptionally handsome than he is!”

“Indeed, indeed, dressed all in white like an immortal, with grace as bright as the moon.”

“What a pity, he has fallen into the ways of men.”

Pei Yan did not know that he had already been rumored into a BL fanfiction.

He found a relatively secluded roadside and stopped.

His handsome face still could not hide the look of excitement and thrill as he said to Pei Yanning, “Let me tell you, you might not believe it, but this is the fact you are my dad!”

It wasn’t that he might not believe it; he completely did not believe it.

Pei Yanning’s face, which was whiter than a woman’s, instantly cracked, and he looked at Pei Yan with the gaze of someone looking at a lunatic.

Actually, he wanted to run away even more, but his hand was continuously held by Pei Yan.

“Dad, don’t think about running away and dumping me.”

Pei Yan instantly saw through Pei Yanning’s thoughts and immediately began to prove that he was his son.

“Dad, you are eighteen this year, and your birthday is the ninth day of the sixth lunar month. The calico cat at home also gave birth to a litter of kittens on that exact day.”

Pei Yanning corrected him: “I am seventeen this year.”

Everything else was correct.

Pei Yan lightly patted his forehead, hurriedly explaining to his dad: “I’m talking about nominal age.”

Pei Yanning sized him up for a moment: “How old are you?”

Pei Yan said with a guilty conscience: “Nineteen by nominal age.”

He died at the age of twenty-six, yet his current appearance still retained the youthful greenness of a boy, especially the mole on his chin, which was pink.

The color of that single mole on Pei Yan’s chin would change with his age, which could be used to confirm his age at this very moment.

After hearing Pei Yan’s words, Pei Yanning fell silent.

Clearly, he had no desire to talk to the good-looking lunatic in front of him.

However, Pei Yan would not give up on acknowledging his dad.

He began to use his glib tongue to hypnotize his little dad.

“Dad, you have to believe that the world is so vast that anything can happen, and such a bizarre and strange thing is happening right before your eyes. If I weren’t your son, I wouldn’t know that you were a premature baby born in July, weak and sickly, and that in order for you to grow up safe and sound, grandmother listened to a fortune teller and tattooed a longevity flower on your right buttock, and that you are also a Azure Dragon…”

“What?” Zhou Hezhao’s eyes widened like copper bells, and he looked at Pei Yanning in astonishment: “You had a flower tattooed on your butt, and it’s even an Azure Dragon!”

Zhou Hezhao had wandered over at some point and overheard the conversation between the two of them.

He had a loud voice, and this single sentence made quite a few people hear it.

At this moment, their gazes were all fixed on Pei Yanning’s lower body.

The feeling was as if they wanted to strip the person’s pants off.

Pei Yan felt a headache and slapped his forehead with one hand.

Oh dear, on the very first meeting, he had left such a terrible impression on his dad.

“Dad, listen to my explanation…”

“Let go.” Pei Yanning said to Pei Yan with red-rimmed eyes.

Pei Yan was so frightened that his body shuddered. Like a child who had made a mistake, he hurriedly and obediently released the hand he had been holding around Pei Yanning’s wrist.

“Dad, don’t abandon little Yan.”

Before his words had even faded, Pei Yanning had already turned around and run away.

It looked like he had been angered quite badly.

Zhou Hezhao chimed in to tease: “Don’t tell me, you father and son really do look quite a lot alike, both born with such good-looking faces.”

Pei Yan gave Zhou Hezhao a sideways glance.

“Uncle Zhou, that broken mouth of yours is going to cause you no small amount of trouble. Your old man plans to leave all the family property to your half-brother, yet you still don’t take advantage of his birthday to successfully cultivate his favorite peony flower seeds to celebrate his birthday and make him change his mind.”

Upon hearing Pei Yan’s words, Zhou Hezhao’s originally playful expression instantly froze, and then a look of sheer disbelief appeared on his face.

“Who on earth are you, and why do you know so much about my family affairs?”

I am the eldest nephew you carried in your arms since childhood, and you poured out all your bitter grievances to my father and me, Pei Yan thought this in his heart, but he did not actually say it out loud.

If he said it out loud, he would need to use a basketful of words to explain.

He didn’t have time; he needed to find his little dad.

Pei Yan chased in the direction where Pei Yanning had run off.

His little dad had been angered quite badly by him, so he definitely had to coax him into a good mood.

And make him accept this eldest son of his.

Most importantly, he could not let his little dad be… like in his previous life.

“Ouch…”

Pei Yan collided head-on with someone.

Before he could even react, he was pushed away by a hand.

This unexpected push almost made Pei Yan fall over.

He stumbled under his feet for several steps before he managed to steady his stance.

However, when he clearly saw the person in front of him, his pupils suddenly shrank in utter astonishment.

Yet, it was only for an instant before Pei Yan recovered his composure.

At this moment, he cupped his hands in a bow and said sincerely, “I apologize. Just now, I was walking without looking where I was going and bumped into this young master.”

While speaking, Pei Yan unobtrusively sized up the person in front of him.

The man had a straight, slender posture, dressed in a cold dark-patterned black robe, with his black hair half-bound and half-loose. His eyes were like ink, the bridge of his nose was high and sharp, and his lips were thin and well-shaped. His facial features were so perfect they were beyond flaw.

This person had one distinct feature there was a red mole between his eyebrows. It added a bit of melancholy and ethereal detachment, and as his gaze shifted, it exuded the noble air of imperial royalty.

Pei Yan sighed inwardly: This old man really has been handsome from his youth all the way to old age!

When he was beheaded, this man was present.

At that time, he was wearing a black-and-gold tapestry dragon robe, looking majestic and solemn, and without a moment of hesitation, he threw down the execution tally.

Having been bumped into, Xiao Jing’an did not say a word. He brushed off his brocade robe and, ignoring Pei Yan’s existence, walked past him.

Pei Yan gave a soft “humph” in his heart.

[What are you putting on airs for? You aren’t Emperor Hongjing yet; you’re just an unfavored prince.]

Xiao Jing’an’s footsteps suddenly paused. He turned around, his deep eyes tinged with complexity as he looked at Pei Yan.

Pei Yan had sharp eyes and discovered that he was looking at himself.

So he asked with an innocent and harmless expression, “Does the young master have something to say?”

[What are you looking at, what are you looking at? I’ll poke your dog eyes out, don’t think I don’t know your secrets.]

Xiao Jing’an: ???

His sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, his eyes holding a hint of anger, a hint of confusion, and also revealing a trace of shock.

At this moment, his gaze locked onto Pei Yan’s lips.

Seeing this, Pei Yan raised a hand to touch his own lips: “Brother, what’s wrong with my lips?”