A Few Things About the Aloof Beauty and the Obsessive Tyrant

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Scheming and Majestic Emperor Gong (a gentle big wolfdog in front of the Shou) vs The World's Number One Aloof Beauty Shou

The High-ranking One Bows for Love + Aloof Beauty Training a Dog Literature

Mu Congbu x Gu Shiyan (The "Never Break a Promise" CP~)

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Gu Shiyan, as the new Venerable of the world's number one sect, was aloof, detached, and untainted by worldly affairs. Who knew that upon his first descent to Jiangnan, he would save an Emperor on an incognito inspection tour.

However, this Emperor, under the guise of repaying a debt of gratitude, clung to him.

Gu Shiyan, with his beautiful face, simply maintained a cold expression: "There is no need for gratitude, nor for repayment."

Mu Congbu, however, completely ignored his words, showering him with every kind of thoughtful attention and care.

Mu Congbu smiled: "I am a few years older than you, young master. How about you call me Sixth Brother?"

Gu Shiyan: "Don't call me young master. If there's a next time, I will personally end you."

Mu Congbu: "If young master desires my life, then I will personally offer it up."

Gu Shiyan secretly thought: "As expected of someone who can be an Emperor, his skin is much thicker than ordinary people's."

This Emperor was truly like a persistent plaster, impossible to shake off.

Later, the Emperor made his most sincere promise to him: "If you have nowhere to go, then come to the capital to find me. No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you."

Although Gu Shiyan was not well-versed in matters of love, he knew that he was somewhat moved at that moment.

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The Emperor Mu Congbu of the Nine-Fold Palace was awe-inspiring without needing to display anger. Until news came from Jizhou that Gu Shiyan had perished, Mu Congbu seemed utterly lost.

The Emperor, like a walking corpse, showed no emotion on his face, only when he looked at a light blue handkerchief would his eyes be filled with tenderness and memories.

Some quick-witted noble ladies secretly noted the style of the handkerchief, made a similar one, and even deliberately displayed it in front of Mu Congbu at a palace banquet.

The Emperor was furious.

He said coldly: "How dare you use such a handkerchief?"

Afterward, that noble lady was no longer seen in the capital.

People did not know the origin of the handkerchief, but they understood that it was the Emperor's reverse scale.

Only Mu Congbu's personal guards knew that it was a handkerchief casually discarded by Moon Venerable Gu Shiyan, secretly picked up by the Emperor, personally washed, and always kept by his side.

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A Duke of Ying's heir appeared in the capital. At first, everyone paid no attention, but Mu Congbu gradually recognized him as his beloved. Even with a thousand grievances and anger, he couldn't bear to show the slightest displeasure towards him.

Later, people saw that at the palace banquet, the Emperor's gaze was fixed on the Duke of Ying's heir. When a palace maid accidentally touched his hand, the Emperor's expression instantly turned grim.

Everyone thought the palace maid had no chance of survival, but the jade-like young man parted his thin lips and called out: "Tingliao."

This was the Emperor's given name, which usually required avoidance, let alone in public. The Emperor's ears turned crimson. He descended from his imperial seat and walked before the young man, his eyes so tender they seemed to drip with water.

Mu Congbu reached out and brushed away the young man's scattered hair, looking at his slightly flushed cheeks, and gently said: "You're a bit drunk."

Gu Shiyan retorted somewhat unconvincingly: "I'm not drunk at all." The next second, he felt dizzy and almost fell.

Fortunately, Mu Congbu was quick and immediately picked him up.

Watching the Emperor's retreating figure, everyone looked at each other, when had they ever seen such an Emperor?

[Mini Theater 1]

Later, on the imperial yellow dragon bed. Mu Congbu held his beloved's hand, pressed close to the young man's warm chest, and whispered in his ear: "A life-saving grace should be repaid by offering oneself. Young master, will you accept me~"

The warm breath brushed against Gu Shiyan's earlobe. He hooked his finger, used a red silk ribbon to cover Mu Congbu's eyes, and his jade-like fingers brushed over Mu Congbu's collarbone, then said: "Is that so? Then Your Majesty must serve me well. If you don't serve me well, I might have to change to someone else."

[Mini Theater 2]

Before Gu Shiyan returned to the capital, Martial Venerable Ji Ruoxi had instructed him: "If you meet a suitable girl in the capital, remember to bring her back for your master to see."

Gu Shiyan lightly chuckled: "If I'm to marry, I will marry the person with the most esteemed status in this world."

Who else in this world holds a more esteemed status than the Son of Heaven? Ji Ruoxi merely thought Gu Shiyan was joking with him and paid no mind.

Until Gu Shiyan truly brought Mu Congbu back to Yunliang Qianchi.

Mu Congbu's inner thoughts: Ah Yan is taking me home to meet his master, /happy!

Ji Ruoxi: Who is your master? Go away quickly.