Chapter 145: The Male Imperial Advisor’s Little One is Super Cute (6)

Chapter 145: The Male Imperial Advisor's Little One is Super Cute (6)

No, to be precise, the little one had not appeared anywhere outside the courtyard.

When Wen Renshu stepped into the courtyard, he saw the little one sitting on a swing made from a vine hanging from a branch.

The ropes of the swing were woven from several vines, and there was a layer of petals on it—pink petals that were the same as the flowers around his waist.

There was only one cassia tree in the courtyard, and it was the peak of summer now, with the cassia flowers not yet in bloom, leaving only lush leaves that blocked out the sky and sun.

The little one was swinging happily and seemed not to have noticed his arrival, just like yesterday.

Wen Renshu lightened his footsteps and sat down on the stone chair.

He looked up to see the little one happily swinging from the branch.

The little one was saying something.

"Going up high!"

Wen Renshu's lips curved slightly as he picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea.

One cup was placed on the opposite side, and one on his side.

He didn’t speak, just quietly watched the little one playing happily.

He took a sip from his teacup.

It was already cold, and the tea from yesterday even carried a faint bitter taste.

Wen Renshu put the teacup down and picked up the cup opposite him, pouring the cold tea back into the teapot.

Even knowing the little one wouldn’t really drink it, he still didn’t want to give him the cold, bitter tea.

Not far away, the happily playing Song Chuyi heard a prompt from Xiaotong.

"Host, the villain is here!"

Song Chuyi jerked awake, his transparent little wings flapping wildly behind him.

He clenched his fist, huffed into it, and then punched the air.

"Xiaotong, how’s my strength? Is it strong enough to hurt?"

Xiaotong: “……Host, given that you’ve become smaller, your strength has also decreased, and you’ve become more childish.”

Song Chuyi: “I know, the childishness isn’t a problem, just tell me how my strength is.”

Xiaotong: “Probably about as much as an ant bite.”

Song Chuyi snorted, "No way, I’m gonna show you."

"Watch me knock some tears out of Wen Renshu!"

Song Chuyi flew off the swing, flapping his tiny wings to land in front of Wen Renshu.

Wen Renshu had just set down his teacup.

Song Chuyi looked at the teacup, then at Wen Renshu, and a mischievous plan formed in his mind.

He clenched his fist and swung it at the tea cup, shouting, "Ha!"

He expected his fist to shatter the cup!

Wen Renshu looked confused, unsure of what just happened.

He watched as the little one clenched his tiny fist and gave the tea cup a gentle push.

But it didn’t budge.

"Want some tea? The tea’s gone cold, so I’ll make a fresh pot." (He flipped the unscathed cup over.)

Song Chuyi stared at the untouched cup, then at his reddening knuckles, and winced. "Ow."

Man, that hurts!

This cup has got to be made of stone or something!

Those ancient guys were seriously skilled, carving stone into a tea cup like this.

There’s no way Wen Renshu is as tough as this thing.

He stepped forward and aimed a punch at Wen Renshu’s fingertips.

Wen Renshu would feel that for sure!

Wen Renshu stood up, seemingly not noticing that the little one had punched him.

He quickly left the courtyard, taking the cold tea pot with him.

At the stone table, Song Chuyi was incredulous, pondering for two seconds before saying very seriously,

"Xiaotong, I don’t think the path of beating up the villain is going to work anymore."

Xiaotong: "Come on, host, you’ve got this!"

Song Chuyi looked at his red fist and realized he was facing the biggest problem since starting this mission.

His strength had diminished, proving that he couldn’t subdue the villain with violence, or even protect himself.

This meant the outside world was very dangerous for him!

So, he absolutely wouldn’t step out of this courtyard!

Song Chuyi rubbed his fist and obediently waited for Wen Renshu to return.

He decided to try appealing to Wen Renshu’s emotions and start with some heart-to-heart advice.

Before long, Wen Renshu brewed a pot of hot tea.

This tea was personally made by him, untouched by anyone else.

Wen Renshu didn’t even know why he did this.

Perhaps it was because he didn’t want anyone to discover this fantasy of his, or maybe it was because even in this fantasy, he didn’t want the little one to bear any risk of being poisoned.

Wen Renshu poured two cups of hot tea, one in front of the little one and one in front of himself.

Song Chuyi was indeed thirsty and stood on his tiptoes, starting to gulp down the tea.

After drinking his fill, he smacked his lips and began to chatter away.

"Wenren Shu, what have you been doing outside these past few days?"

"Why didn't you have breakfast this morning?"

"The osmanthus cake from yesterday was quite delicious, do you want to have it for lunch too?"

"This tea is also very good, what kind of tea is it?"

"Has the emperor been giving you any trouble?"

…………

Wenren Shu listened quietly without responding to the little one.

Until Song Chuyi asked another question.

"Is the emperor good-looking? Is he as good-looking as you?"

Wenren Shu's hand holding the teacup paused.

"Average," he suddenly replied, "Not good-looking."

It took Song Chuyi a moment to realize that Wenren Shu was talking about the emperor not being good-looking.

He sighed regretfully and leaned on the edge of the teapot, swinging his feet.

"I thought the emperor would be very good-looking."

"Doesn't he have many concubines?"

Wenren Shu sipped the hot tea.

"As an emperor, taking concubines is also a way to maintain balance."

In short, having so many concubines had nothing to do with how the emperor looked.

Song Chuyi responded with an "Oh," "You humans sure are complicated."

If you like someone, you just like them. But taking concubines is about maintaining balance.

Ancient people sure had complicated minds.

Wenren Shu didn't respond to that, and he became quiet again.

Song Chuyi was a non-stop talker and felt uncomfortable if he didn't talk. Now that he didn't dare to go out, he could only chat with Wenren Shu.

"Brother Wenren, what do you like to eat?"

"I really like the osmanthus cake from last night."

He thought his hint was pretty clear by now.

He babbled on for a bit, then felt thirsty and took a few sips of tea.

Noticing the tea had run low, Wenren Shu refilled it for him.

Though he knew the tea would ultimately be consumed by him, after all, the little one was just a figment of his imagination. The tea that disappeared must have been consumed by him.

Still, he filled the cup to the brim.

Song Chuyi savored Wenren Shu's attention, and once he'd had his fill of tea, he struck up another conversation.

"Brother Wenren, which season do you like best—spring, summer, fall, or winter?"

Song Chuyi thought he wouldn’t answer, but before he could say anything else, Wenren Shu spoke up.

"Right now."

To him, the seasons were just cycles.

There was no difference between the past and the future.

But he loved the present, especially this summer.

For once, Song Chuyi caught the meaning behind his words.

Liking the present... That must mean he likes me, right?

Without hesitation, Song Chuyi made a heart gesture toward Wenren Shu.

"Brother Wenren, I super like you too, oh~"