Demon Consort Runs into the Beijing Crown Prince - Chapter 47

The stylist began working on Chu Muyun’s hair and makeup.

Bu Chongxue, the character he played in the drama, had several costumes primarily featuring white robes, accented with vermilion belts and accessories. Some hairstyles involved letting his long hair flow freely with a loose white silk ribbon, while others required a golden crown—of course, a wig was used, as Chu Muyun’s own hair was too short.

Many male actors in historical dramas wear crowns with two long strands of bangs to frame their faces, often referred to by viewers as “catfish whiskers.” However, Chu Muyun’s sharp jawline and well-defined features didn’t make his face appear bloated on camera, so all stray hairs were neatly combed back.

During the promotional photoshoot, a wind machine was used. Chu Muyun posed with a prop sword, his hair and robes billowing dramatically, exuding an ethereal, immortal aura—but he was freezing.

It was early spring, and though his layered costume looked impressive, it offered little warmth compared to a down jacket. To make matters worse, a strong gust of wind was being blasted directly at him.

Chu Muyun’s teeth chattered from the cold, and his cheeks flushed crimson. Noticing his discomfort, the stylist gave him several heat packs to stick inside his robes, which helped somewhat.

Even so, by the time the photoshoot wrapped, his hands and feet were nearly numb with cold.

After speaking with the director, Chu Muyun didn’t stay to watch the other actors’ makeup photoshoots. He returned to his hotel room immediately.

As soon as he entered, Chu Muyun quickly stripped off his clothes and jumped into the shower. Once he had warmed up in the humid bathroom, his mind began to race. He checked the time on his phone and saw it was President Lu’s lunch break, so he promptly initiated a video call.

When the call connected, Lu Hanzhang’s screen showed a mesmerizing scene: clear water cascading down from above, flowing over Chu Muyun’s luminous, translucent skin, and gathering into glistening rivulets that traced every curve and contour. Chu Muyun’s body was slender but not gaunt, with delicate lines in some places and voluptuous curves in others. His milky-white skin, flushed with a rosy glow and glistening with water, looked as tempting as a bowl of milk pudding.

“Good afternoon, Boss~” Chu Muyun greeted sweetly, holding the phone farther away to show more of the scene. “Do you like it?”

This new phone was great—high-definition resolution and waterproof.

“…Beautiful.”

Lu Hanzhang seemed stunned. His first reaction was to awkwardly avert his gaze, his ears turning red. Then he forced his eyes back to Chu Muyun’s naked body, his gaze fixed.

“Hehe, do you want to…” Chu Muyun trailed off, then sneezed abruptly as a sudden chill ran through him. Water droplets scattered from his dark hair like a wet puppy shaking itself.

Lu Hanzhang’s heart melted, but he asked anxiously, “Did you catch a cold?”

“We were shooting the promotional photos this afternoon, and they had a huge fan blowing on me. It got a little chilly,” Chu Muyun explained. “But it’s fine. I’m taking a hot bath now. I’ll be fine after a nap.”

“Take some cold medicine as a precaution.”

“Mhm, mhm.” Interrupted earlier, Chu Muyun resumed, “Do you want to eat me?”

“…I’m still eating,” Lu Hanzhang replied with a hint of exasperation. He swiveled the camera to show Chu Muyun the assistant’s ordered meal on his desk, barely touched.

“No problem! You keep eating. Think of me as your appetizer~” Chu Muyun winked, draping a finger across his chest. His fingertips kneaded and pinched his skin, a soft, nasal hum rising above the gentle rush of the bathwater. “Mmm…”

Across the screen, Lu Hanzhang had genuinely picked up his chopsticks and resumed eating. He ate with composed elegance while scrolling through his phone, but his heavy breathing betrayed his composure.

Chu Muyun met his gaze through the screen, feeling as if each chew Lu Hanzhang took was a bite out of him—like a large, carnivorous beast tearing into his flesh, sucking and swallowing him whole…

“Ugh… Boss…” Chu Muyun’s hand slid downward, the sound of the shower mingling with another liquid.

He saw the camera across the way wobble briefly before the background shifted to the break area behind Lu Hanzhang’s office. Lu Hanzhang had gotten up and moved.

“Haaah… Aren’t you going to finish your meal?”

“I’ll have my assistant order another later.” Lu Hanzhang’s voice had deepened to a husky, lustful timbre.

Heh, it must be quite a sight over there.

Chu Muyun said, “Are you going to transfer me 10,000 yuan now? Ugh… Hurry and angle the camera lower so I can… see for myself… haah… how you’re making the transfer.”

“No.”

Lu Hanzhang refused firmly, but his breathing grew increasingly erratic. He held his phone with the camera on in one hand, keeping the other out of frame. The once-steady shot now trembled slightly, and his sharp gaze turned hazy and unfocused.

“Hmph… That’s not fair! I’ve shown you everything, why won’t you show me just a little bit?” Chu Muyun whined.

“No, huff… I can’t.”

Chu Muyun grumbled, “Then I won’t show you anymore!” He raised his hand to block the camera.

“Beloved Consort, be good…” Lu Hanzhang’s voice was both tender and commanding. “Let me keep watching you.”

The words “Beloved Consort” seemed to cast a spell. Chu Muyun’s body went limp, his legs weak, and his petulance vanished.

“Mmm, Great King… Then, then I’ll show you a little more.”

Obediently, he lowered his hand, the camera framing his trembling abdomen and the soft, pinkish-white curves of his thighs.

“Huff…” Lu Hanzhang’s heavy breathing was punctuated by a low growl. After a long moment, his tense body relaxed. With a hint of shame, he briefly showed his drenched palm to the camera, drops still dripping from it, before quickly pulling it away.

“Want me to lick you clean?” Chu Muyun had already satisfied himself with his fingers, and now he could barely stand, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Yet he still teased, his eyes like silken threads of seduction, his lips parted to reveal the pink tip of his tongue as he pretended to lick the air.

Even a fox spirit who fed on male essence would think he was too much like one.

“…Wait until the weekend. I’ll come over and let you lick to your heart’s content,” Lu Hanzhang said hoarsely.

“Hehe, sounds good,” the Little Demon Consort replied, his eyes brimming with springlike warmth.

“Go take a nap,” Lu Hanzhang reminded him. “Remember to take your cold medicine.”

“Mm! You eat quickly, too!”

“Okay.”

After ending the call, Chu Muyun dried himself, wrapped in a bathrobe, and went to his bedroom. He drank the cold remedy sent by room service and collapsed into bed.

Two hours later, he suddenly snapped awake, his eyes wide.

Wait a minute… In the bathroom earlier, did the Great King call me “Beloved Consort” and completely dominate me?

This won’t do! I need to find a way to turn the tables!

An hour later, the Little Demon Consort was sound asleep again. Beside him, his phone screen lit up with a transfer notification: 10,000 yuan.

The next day, filming officially began for Snow Moon’s Intertwined Radiance.

Chu Muyun arrived at the set early, already in costume and makeup. Han Jin was also ready, his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes complementing his tall, upright figure, making him well-suited for historical drama attire—though still not quite as striking as the Great King.

Han Jin approached Chu Muyun and greeted him with a simple “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” Chu Muyun replied.

“I saw you were freezing yesterday. Did you catch a cold?” Han Jin asked.

“I’m fine. I took some medicine and slept it off.”

“Good.” Han Jin nodded, his lips twitching as if he wanted to say something more but hesitated.

He’s always been reserved, Chu Muyun thought. Is Han Jin checking on me out of professional courtesy, or does he remember our past life too?

He didn’t seem to have any memories.

“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?” Chu Muyun asked.

“No,” Han Jin said. “You just look very familiar. It’s like I’ve known you for a long time.”

“Didn’t you say you admired my portrayal of Young Master Xie in What Brings Joy?” Chu Muyun said with a smile. “Maybe my current costume reminds you of that.”

That minor character was an ancient noble, perhaps reminding Han Jin of his own days a millennium ago, before he entered the palace as a male consort. That might explain why he found the performance so ‘memorable’, Chu Muyun mused, though he kept his thoughts to himself.

“I can’t say for sure,” Han Jin replied. “Maybe.”

Chu Muyun had no intention of confiding in Han Jin, not just because they had drifted apart a thousand years ago, but because he suspected Han Jingchuan had grown to resent him.

As a righteous man, Han Jingchuan couldn’t enter the harem. Logically, after Chu Muyun became a male consort, they should never have met again. But they had.

There was a time when another reckless court official dared to publicly denounce Chu Muyun’s extravagance and alleged seduction of the Great King. The Great King first had the man beheaded, his corpse dragged out to feed the dogs. Then, he committed an even more outrageous act that nearly drove the old ministers to their graves—

The Great King brought Chu Muyun, who should have remained in the inner palace, to Qianyang Hall to attend court daily. He even offered Chu Muyun half the dragon throne, but Chu Muyun found it too stiff and preferred sitting on the Great King’s lap. A new low table was added before the throne, piled high with Chu Muyun’s favorite fruits and pastries.

On Chu Muyun’s first day accompanying the Great King to Qianyang Hall, the courtiers erupted in uproar when he sat high on the golden throne. Their eyes glared at him with such venomous hatred that they seemed ready to bleed. He simply pretended not to notice.

Even his own father had turned against him. Once scorned for being neither scholarly nor martial, only interested in appearances, Chu Muyun had been sent to the palace as a male consort—a way to make use of a “worthless” son. Now that he had gained the Great King’s favor, his father sent messages through intermediaries, denouncing him for his shamelessness and for bringing disgrace to the family.

At first, Chu Muyun had been deeply hurt. But eventually, he grew completely disillusioned with his family. After all, he still had the Great King’s favor. As long as he had the Great King, nothing else mattered.

While the Great King discussed state affairs with his ministers, Chu Muyun would nestle in his lap, munching on snacks.

He peeled a lychee, then ate it.

He peeled a grape, then ate it.

He took a bite of a pastry, then ate it.

Whenever a minister glared at him, he would glare right back, equally rudely.

During that time, the Great King’s temper was unstable and far more volatile than it was later. Lu Hanzhang claimed he had a mental illness, but he usually appeared calm and restrained, likely due to medication. A thousand years ago, such drugs didn’t exist, and with his ministers constantly causing trouble, the Great King would occasionally lose his temper in court.

Getting angry was bad for the Great King’s health, and he would cough when agitated. Whenever Chu Muyun sensed the Great King’s mood souring, he would coax him back to good spirits. He would even skip his own meal, peeling lychees to feed the Great King instead.

Such public displays of affection in the solemn imperial court must have been quite scandalous.

Whenever Chu Muyun looked up, he would always catch Young General Han Jingchuan’s icy gaze fixed on him, his piercing stare like ice arrows poised to pierce holes through the Demon Consort’s body.

Does he really despise me that much? Chu Muyun wondered.

Perhaps it was simply in his nature, inherited from his rigid and stern father.

Chu Muyun paid him no mind, continuing to feed the Great King grapes and lychees. When sitting in the Great King’s lap became uncomfortable, he would simply shift to a more comfortable position.

…Snapping out of his reverie, Chu Muyun thought, It’s so cold, but I really want to eat lychees now. I want to eat them with the Great King.