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Ming Xiting sat at the table, happily eating the pastries made by Ye Chen. With a playful smile, he said, "Ye Chen, is there really no way out? If I can't go home, will I end up like you, marrying and having children? Ugh, that sounds so awkward—I'm a guy having kids. Oh right, Ye Chen, did it hurt when you gave birth?"
Ye Chen paused for a moment, holding the pastry, then casually replied, "It hurts—a pain that cuts deep. But what can you do? As long as Kun Ze is marked by Tian Qian, especially with a high compatibility, they usually get caught on the first try. If you want an abortion, it might cost you half your life. So here, Kun Ze typically marries off quickly once they reach a certain age, fearing malicious marking from Tian Qian."
Ming Xiting frowned and reluctantly said, "But can't I just not get married? The Ming family is large and prosperous; they don't need to support just one son like me."
Ye Chen chuckled helplessly. "That's a nice thought, but don't forget you're a Kun Ze. Even if your father wants to take care of you now, a Kun Ze who doesn't accept Tian Qian's Xin Xiang for too long will wither away. Especially after being marked, over time, unexpected health issues may arise."
As Ye Chen spoke, her gaze fell on Ming Xiting. She suggested, "I see your family is doing quite well now. Why not find a son-in-law to bring home? Just like me—keeping him close means you won't be wronged."
"That's a good idea! But are there any female Tian Qian? I like to think I have some charm," Ming Xiting's eyes lit up as he joked.
Upon hearing this, Ye Chen wore a knowing smile and teased, "You should abandon that thought. Female Tian Qian are as rare as male Kun Ze. Besides, can you handle seeing a woman bigger than your... well, you know? In the end, it would be you under her giving birth—not her. Don't dream such unrealistic dreams."
Ming Xiting's fantasy shattered in an instant. This world was truly bizarre.
Just as Ming Xiting and Ye Chen were engrossed in their conversation, Ming Zhao rushed in anxiously, calling out, "Son! Son!"
Ming Xiting glanced back at Ye Chen with a helpless shrug before quickly helping the unsteady Ming Zhao to sit down. "Father, what happened? Why are you in such a hurry? If there's something wrong, just have someone inform me; there's no need for you to rush here yourself."
Ming Zhao looked at his clever and stunning Kun Ze son and was suddenly overcome with emotion. Both Ming Xiting and Ye Chen were stunned; for the richest man in Jiangnan to shed tears meant something serious had occurred.
"Father, is something wrong?" Ming Xiting asked cautiously.
Ming Zhao sighed deeply three times before he could speak through his distress. "I’m sorry for what’s happening to you. I thought sending some gifts would please Princess Changyu; who knew she would ask me to send you into the palace instead and said it was an opportunity for you? Father… why would you need such an opportunity? But if I don’t send you, our Ming family would be defying the princess’s orders—and that could cost us our heads!"
Ming Zhao cried incessantly, tears and snot streaming down his face. Ming Xiting felt a twinge of disdain in his heart but refrained from showing it, instead handing him a handkerchief and comforting him, "Father, I thought it was something serious. Don't worry, it's just a trip to the capital. I've heard that the current Emperor had a past with the late Little Prince from Chongzhou, and he hasn't married for all these years because of that.
It's been over a year since he ascended the throne, and his harem is still empty. With so many Kun Ze in the capital not being chosen, how could I possibly be selected? I'm just going to fill a spot; there's no need to be afraid. If I'm not chosen, I'll be sent back. And stop crying; your tears are going to ruin my clothes..." Of course, he didn't dare say that last part out loud.
Ye Chen, who was nearby, couldn't help but glance at Ming Xiting as he spoke so much in one breath.
Ming Zhao continued to lament, claiming that the Changyu Princess was ungrateful and that rumors had spread in the capital that the new Emperor was an incapable fool. Otherwise, why would he leave the Kun Ze unmarried and keep his harem vacant? No one understood what he was trying to achieve by using the pretense of a long-dead acquaintance.
When Ming Xiting left Jiangnan, Ye Chen had gone to see him off. They exchanged only a few words; after all, it was merely a formality, and Ming Xiting believed he would return soon. But just as they were parting, Ye Chen suddenly grabbed his wrist with such force that Ming Xiting cried out in pain before Ye Chen finally released him.
The one who cried the hardest was undoubtedly Ming Zhao. Ever since his wife passed away, Ming Xiting was his only child. Although Ming Xiting was a Kun Ze, he had been raised in luxury and had lived in Jiangnan all his life—he had never encountered any powerful families. If he offended someone in the capital, Ming Zhao truly didn't know how to protect him.
So before Ming Xiting left, Ming Zhao repeatedly cautioned him about many things he must not do.
He particularly emphasized that when performing a kneeling salute before the Emperor, he must never raise his head.
Thus, when Lou Yu returned to the palace and was casually summoned by Lou Yan under the pretense of dining, he felt a shiver run down his spine as rows of beautiful Kun Ze brought forth dishes.
Lou Yu's gaze swept over the food being served.
The Kun Ze serving the dishes hardly dared to look up at him until they placed the plates on the table in front of him.
At that moment, a familiar scent of apricot blossoms wafted towards Lou Yu's nose. He abruptly lifted his head and saw one Kun Ze slightly bowing their head, revealing a fair wrist as they set down a plate of delicacies before him. Without looking back, they turned and moved on to serve the next dish.
Until Ming Xiting left, he remembered Ming Zhao's words well and never dared to look up at Lou Yu; thus, he naturally did not see that familiar face.
All the Kun Ze lined up behind the palace attendants, kneeling neatly on the ground, quietly waiting for Lou Yan and Lou Yu's next instructions.
The moment Lou Yu caught sight of Ming Xiting, even though he only lingered for a moment, it was sharply noticed by Lou Yan.
It took Lou Yan several seconds to remember that this was the son of the richest man in Jiangnan who had bribed her. Although being a consort to Lou Yu might seem beneath him given his background, if it could help Lou Yu forget about Liu Chen, that would be a good thing.
So, just as Ming Xiting knelt there, waiting for these masters to finish their meal before he could leave, Lou Yan suddenly spoke up, "The fourth one from the right, come here."
The surroundings instantly fell silent, not a sound to be heard.
Only then did Ming Xiting dare to raise his head. Looking left and right, he realized he was indeed the fourth one. He quickly stood up and performed a respectful bow that the teaching matron had temporarily instructed him on, saying reverently, "I pay my respects to Your Majesty, Changyu Princess."
"At ease." Lou Yan glanced at Lou Yu, who was still eating, then commanded, "You go and pour a cup of wine for His Majesty."
As soon as those words were spoken, everyone held their breath.
Who in the harem didn't know that the current Emperor despised Kun Ze getting too close to him? The last time several noble children accidentally released Xin Xiang in front of His Majesty, they were executed. Not to mention these ordinary Kun Ze gathered from various places by Changyu Princess.
Ming Xiting didn't think as much as the others; he immediately accepted the order: "Yes, Eldest Princess."
Only then did Ming Xiting lift his head and gaze directly at the Emperor seated high above.
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