Chapter 29: Heavenly Wheels
Wang Ming: “…”
Wow, Wang Ming thought.
Is that the Emperor himself? Wang Ming wondered.
“You are the Emperor himself,” Wang Ming conceded, figuring it wasn’t embarrassing since the panda’s appearance was so striking.
“You’re a smart kid. I’ll take care of you,” the depressed uncle, calmer now, nodded sagely. His tone and words had a strong “big brother” feel, especially considering he was a panda.
The visual impact of a panda saying this was overwhelming.
Wang Ming: “…”
Take off that suit, it must be hot, Wang Ming thought sarcastically.
The meal was surprisingly enjoyable. Even though the uncle continued to smack, the visual of a panda made it strangely appealing.
Wang Ming: “…”
I now find lip-smacking aesthetically pleasing, Wang Ming questioned his sense of propriety.
Afterward, the panda, still acting as the depressed uncle’s alter ego, helped with the dishes. Wang Ming felt he owed him a zoo ticket.
“Older Brother,” Wang Ming said.
“What is it, kiddo?” the panda asked.
“Can you roll over?” Wang Ming, never having been to a zoo, thought he might as well take advantage of the situation.
“Roll,” the panda replied ambiguously, then transformed back into the depressed uncle.
Wang Ming: “…”
Now I don’t want to go to the zoo, Wang Ming thought.
“I’ll wash the dishes,” Wang Ming said.
“You cleaned the table last time. Let me do this,” Ao Chen said, showing consideration despite his princely status.
“No way, let me. I’ll feel bad if you wash dishes,” Wang Ming shook his head.
Ao Chen: “…”
Depressed Panda: “…”
“Are you two…faking it?” The depressed panda, recovering from his shock, looked between Wang Ming and Ao Chen.
Ao Chen: “…”
“No,” Wang Ming shook his head, confused.
“Then why do you feel bad for him?” the depressed panda asked.
“Do you know how much money he has?” the panda asked.
“No idea,” Wang Ming replied.
Depressed Panda: “…”
“Do you know he’s immortal?” the panda asked.
“No idea,” Wang Ming said.
Depressed Panda: “…”
“He’s immortal and incredibly rich. If you don’t have ulterior motives, why are you feeling bad for him?” The panda looked at Wang Ming with a “How long has this been going on?” expression.
Wang Ming: “…”
“I don’t feel bad for him,” Wang Ming shrugged.
“I feel bad for the golden bowls,” Wang Ming said.
Ao Chen: “…”
Depressed Panda: “…”
“He’s a pampered young master; if he’s careless, he might scratch the gold,” Wang Ming explained practically.
Wang Ming volunteered to wash the dishes.
“I think he’s a straight man,” the depressed panda muttered.
“The pure gold kind,” he added when Ao Chen didn’t respond.
Ao Chen: “…”
“That’s none of my business,” Ao Chen said flatly.
Wang Ming carefully washed the golden bowls.
“I’m done,” Wang Ming said, relieved.
“Thank you,” Ao Chen nodded.
“Next time, I’ll do it. I can use my dust-removing skill,” Ao Chen said.
Wang Ming: “…”
How could I forget that? Wang Ming thought.
But he’d handled gold, so it wasn’t a total waste of time.
“Alright,” Wang Ming nodded.
“Since you have valuable items, should we change the security door?” Wang Ming changed the subject.
Ao Chen: “…”
“No need, people can’t see my things when I don’t want them to,” Ao Chen said.
Wang Ming: “…”
“And my guard will protect this place,” Ao Chen added.
Wang Ming: “…”
“That panda Older Brother?” Wang Ming looked around, not seeing him. He didn’t think the panda was very strong.
Does he use cuteness to defeat enemies? Wang Ming wondered.
“His fighting skills are good, and he has a passive skill,” Ao Chen said.
Wang Ming: “…”
“What passive skill?” Wang Ming asked.
“If someone attacks him, it triggers divine retribution,” Ao Chen said nonchalantly.
Suddenly, a faint melody filled the air, seeming to come from a distant time or perhaps right beside them. It sounded ethereal.
Wang Ming: “…”
“Whose phone is ringing?” Wang Ming asked.
Ao Chen: “…”
Depressed Panda: “…”
Suddenly, the lights dimmed.
Another burnt-out bulb? Wang Ming thought.
As Wang Ming pondered which hardware store to visit for a cheap, high-quality bulb, he felt something falling from the ceiling. It felt like a wheel rolling onto his face.
Wang Ming: “…”
“Hey, that wheel is on my face,” Wang Ming yelled at the ceiling, then was pulled aside by Ao Chen.
A large, soft, blue mass slowly descended from the ceiling.
Wang Ming: “…”
“Should we fix the ceiling?” Wang Ming instinctively asked Ao Chen, then realized they were renting and didn’t own the ceiling.
“What the hell is that?” Wang Ming asked, surprised but not scared. Magical attacks hadn’t traumatized him yet.
A large gap appeared in the blue mass, revealing a man with a somewhat effeminate demeanor, who pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed his mouth.
Wang Ming: “…”
“Don’t show off,” Wang Ming muttered.
“Your Highness,” the man bowed to Ao Chen, ignoring Wang Ming.
“Mm,” Ao Chen nodded impassively.
The man straightened up and smiled. “The Dragon Emperor heard of your happy event and sent me to inform you that your palace is complete. You may move there with your…consort.”
Wang Ming: “…”
I understand each word, but not the sentence, Wang Ming thought, considering buying a dictionary. Should it be an ancient Chinese or modern Chinese dictionary?
While Wang Ming was silently complaining, he heard Ao Chen say, “I want to discuss this with my husband.”
Wang Ming: “…”
Husband? That’s me? Wang Ming thought.
Ao Chen turned to him. “Will you move to the new place with me?”
Wang Ming: “…”
The effeminate man chuckled.
Wang Ming: “…”
What’s with the air leak? Wang Ming thought, seeing the man’s condescending smile.
“So…this is the consort,” the man said dramatically, eyeing Wang Ming.
Wang Ming: “…”
Is there a problem with my appearance? Wang Ming thought, rolling his eyes.
Wang Ming realized the man clearly looked down on Ao Chen. Refusing to move would insult Ao Chen and possibly lead to gossip.
“I’ll go with you,” Wang Ming said readily.
Ao Chen: “…”
Ao Chen sensed Wang Ming’s initial reluctance and that he agreed to save face.
The effeminate man smirked. “That’s right. The consort is going to enjoy the good life. And your belongings seem minimal, so moving will be easy. Since it’s an arranged marriage, the dowry doesn’t need to be extravagant.”
Wang Ming: “…”
He thinks I’m a gold digger?! Wang Ming felt insulted.
“I’ll return and report the good news to the Dragon Emperor,” the man said.
Before Ao Chen could speak, Wang Ming stepped forward. “I’ll walk you out.”
The effeminate man was surprised but smirked. “Thank you, consort.”
“No problem,” Wang Ming said.
“Do you read online novels?” Wang Ming asked.
Effeminate Man: “…”
“If not, read some. You’ll understand that you shouldn’t offend the consort,” Wang Ming said.
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