The Yandere Male Lead Chases Me

Chapter 501: The Regent King Wants a Kiss 32

Later, due to no warfare at the border, he returned to the Imperial Capital of Daliang Country. That year, he participated in the imperial examinations and secured the second-highest rank in the first class.

Civil scholars could take official positions, while the military was poised for battlefield valiance.

What did the name Yu Wenxu represent then?

It symbolized honor.

Getting a comment from him was considered more glorious than meeting the Emperor.

Such a figure, seven years later, could only sit in a wheelchair, watching osmanthus flowers slowly fall.

The weather was also nice seven years ago, on that day.

The nursemaid who raised him gave him a bowl of soup.

Afterward, he became what he is today.

She was his only relative that could truly be called family.

Before the nursemaid died, she said she couldn’t defy the Emperor’s decree because his merits overshadowed his master.

Merits overshadowing the master, heh.

The one who harmed him, it is clear now, was the Emperor.

Originally, he had not entertained those thoughts.

But being pushed so far, even without wanting them, thoughts emerged.

In a blink of an eye, seven years passed.

Unknowingly, he commanded tens of thousands of soldiers and held control over the court.

Everyone thought that he was plotting a rebellion.

Yet day by day, he simply took his seat as the Regent King, using the Emperor to command the lords.

There were no signs of him wanting to seize power.

If he liked the throne so much, then let him remain seated, yet day by day restless and forever uneasy.

He thought life would continue just so from then on.

Then, that little bundle of flesh just appeared before his eyes.

Not only stupid but also eats a lot.

But for some reason, he felt joy looking at that little creature.

It understood human nature, and also liked to follow him, he rarely took such an interest in anything.

And just like that, he continued to feed it for over a year.

But a few months ago, somehow, that little flesh bundle transformed into a human.

Smiling at him joyfully, utterly defenseless, still so reliant on him, she would become unhappy due to his aloofness.

Not much different from that little bundle of flesh from before.

But to him, it was still different after all.

It became human, and a girl at that.

When she was happy, he too felt happy; when she was unhappy, he also felt a stab of pain in his heart.

One day, she sadly looked at him, accusing him of dining with others.

Not knowing why, seeing her aggrieved made him uncomfortable.

Seeing her about to leave, his heart would panic.

He understood, he was becoming more and more concerned about her.

She was gaining a more significant place in his heart.

And the more that was the case, the greater the panic in his heart.

What was he afraid of?

He himself didn’t understand, but he would instinctively pull her into his arms possessively.

He would wake up from sleep frequently to check if she was still beside him.

Seeing her sleep soundly, in a messy pose, he would gradually feel a sigh of relief.

He did not understand why he felt this way.

Until four nights ago, she woke up, and without a word, quietly left.

His heart skipped a beat, and after waiting a day and night, he suddenly realized.

He had always feared that she would leave.

Now that she had left, that uneasy and restless heart suddenly calmed down.

Just like those years in the past.

Reading, eating, sleeping, attending court.

Exactly the same as before, was his mood calm?

In the end, it was still different.

He lowered his eyes, masking the emotions within, clutching the crushed osmanthus flower tightly, and crushed them.

Opening his hand, the wind blew, scattering the broken osmanthus flowers, unknown where they drifted off to.