Chapter 156: The Male Imperial Advisor’s Little One is Super Cute (17)

Chapter 156: The Male Imperial Advisor's Little One is Super Cute (17)

There were no candles left in the temple, and the heavy doors blocked out the sunlight completely.

In the darkness, figures swayed, and shadows overlapped.

Amidst the intense movement, broken gasps filled the air.

The temple had turned into their playground.

The sandalwood scent gradually dissipated, and everything returned to normal.

Song Chuyi blinked open his eyes in the darkness and gently poked Wen Renshu's chest.

"This is all because of you."

Wen Renshu, with his eyes closed, was in a deep sleep, but his remaining consciousness made him instinctively grasp Song Chuyi's finger.

His other hand softly patted Song Chuyi's back.

"Go back to sleep, A'Chu. You're such a good little one."

Song Chuyi hummed softly, rubbed his little face against his chest, and fell back asleep.

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Two days later, in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Gong Ji looked at Wen Renshu in surprise.

"This is the new imperial advisor you've chosen?"

His gaze lingered on Song Chuyi for a moment.

It must be said that this young man before him was exceptionally good-looking, his eyes seemed to speak, lively and vivid, quite different from the people in the palace.

Wen Renshu bowed.

"Yes."

He held Song Chuyi's hand.

"This is the new imperial advisor."

He didn't even want to say the word "candidate," clearly having made up his mind.

Although Gong Ji found it a bit odd that the two were holding hands, given his own harem, he didn’t give it much thought.

He assumed they were close, and Wen Renshu was being affectionate on purpose to support this next successor.

"Since you've already chosen the next imperial advisor, I won't pressure you."

"Now that the grand ritual ceremony has ended and the plague has been quelled, the imperial advisor should properly guide the next imperial advisor."

Wen Renshu nodded slightly.

"I understand."

Beside him, Song Chuyi was curiously studying Gong Ji. So this is the emperor. He looks pretty young for his role.

He looks to be around the same age as Song Renshu, and he looks okay, but still not as handsome as Song Renshu.

Song Chuyi gently hooked his finger in Song Renshu's palm.

Song Renshu seemed to sense it and looked down at him, a hint of helplessness and doting in his eyes.

Song Chuyi grinned brightly, unapologetically confident.

Gong Ji frowned from across the room, sensing something was off.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Ahem." Gong Ji coughed, "National Preceptor, both the Chancellor and the General have been testing you quite a bit, do you know what to do?"

Song Renshu's expression was cold, "I know."

Satisfied, Gong Ji waved his hand and dismissed them.

After leaving the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Song Chuyi curiously tugged at Song Renshu's hand and asked.

"What did the Emperor mean by that comment?"

Song Renshu pinched Song Chuyi's finger, seemingly finding it amusing, and pinched it a couple more times.

"Both factions have been acting too aggressively, which isn't good for the Emperor."

"He wants complete control over everything."

Song Chuyi was taken aback, "Do you mean the Emperor wants to..."

He mimicked a cutting motion across his throat.

Song Renshu let out a soft, amused chuckle. "A'Chu is really smart."

"But it doesn't need to go that far."

"They can simply retire gracefully."

"Don't worry, A'Chu. I have a plan."

He led Song Chuyi towards the National Preceptor’s residence, and upon reaching the courtyard, he sat down and placed him on his lap.

His hand slid beneath the robe, revealing smooth, pale skin.

Song Chuyi blinked, clearly confused.

Clearly, Song Renshu did not understand the concept of restraint.

Under the osmanthus tree, their overlapping shadows were cast.

——

In the days that followed, Song Renshu kept himself occupied. Soon enough, both the Chancellor and the General announced their retirements.

The two factions that had been clashing fiercely only a month ago had now crumbled.

Gong Ji had regained real power and firmly held the entire dynasty in his grasp.

Gong Ji was still considered a good emperor, but previously, with the constraints of the two factions, there were many things he couldn’t do.

Now, with real power in his hands, he implemented many policies that benefited the people, and his reputation quickly rose among the common folk.

The only thing that worried Gong Ji was that Wenren Shu, being so intelligent, had solved problems in just one month that he had been unable to resolve in the years since he ascended the throne.

It truly alarmed him.

It was at this time that Wenren Shu requested to travel with his disciple.

After much consideration, Gong Ji agreed.

This time, Wenren Shu did not bring any servants, only bringing Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi, who couldn’t stay idle, was thrilled at the idea of traveling. He immediately started packing his bags, eager to hit the road.

First, he definitely needed to bring a lot of silver, gold, and promissory notes. With money, you could go anywhere; without it, you'd be stuck begging.

As Song Chuyi packed, he curiously asked, “Brother Wenren, why do you suddenly want to travel?”

Wenren Shu wrapped his arms around Song Chuyi’s slender waist from behind, resting his head on his shoulder, his warm breath against his neck.

“Don’t you want to go out and play?”

“Absolutely!” Song Chuyi nodded eagerly. “That’s right, I really want to go out and play, hehe.”

“I’ve never had the chance to play outside before.”

“This time, I’m going to play to my heart’s content!”

Wenren Shu’s large hand lightly pinched the soft flesh at Song Chuyi’s waist. “I asked the imperial physician for the formula of an ointment.”

“I’ve also prepared a lot of ointment.”

Song Chuyi: ???

Wenren Shu chuckled softly, “The entire empire will remember A'Chu’s presence.”

Song Chuyi’s lips twitched. “Well, well, very good, this isn’t a royal advisor, this is simply a lust demon!”

“I’ve finished packing. When do we leave?”

He couldn’t wait to get out and explore the world beyond the palace walls.

“Now.”

Wenren Shu led Song Chuyi out, and they boarded the carriage. The driver then began the journey.

The carriage was luxuriously equipped with everything they might need.

The space was large enough for both of them to lie down.

However, Wenren Shu preferred to remain upright, never one to relax even when given the chance.

He preferred Song Chuyi sitting on his lap, holding his slender waist, watching the corners of his eyes moistened with tears as he lost himself in a wild, uncontrollable passion.

Although Wen Renshu appeared calm and indifferent on the surface, he was actually passionate like fire, always leaving Song Chuyi breathless and lost in the moment.

He always seemed to want more, and every time it ended with Song Chuyi fainting from exhaustion.

After six months, Song Chuyi had finally had enough!

He decided it was time to take charge.

Inside the carriage, which was slowly rolling down the road, Song Chuyi pinned Wen Renshu's arms and legs down.

"Don't move!"

Crossing his arms, he sat across from Wen Renshu.

"Today, we're playing a game."

Wen Renshu smiled, seemingly unfazed by his restrained limbs.

"Alright, I'll do whatever you say, A'Chu."

Satisfied, Song Chuyi nodded, feeling that Wen Renshu was being reasonable.

"This game is called the Great Endurance Challenge."

"No matter what I do, you can't touch me or react!"

Without waiting for Wen Renshu's reply, he stepped on his thigh with his bare foot.

Wen Renshu was startled, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

This wasn't about endurance; this was pure torture.