The Bright Moon Reflects My Heart - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

After all that effort, I finally maxed out the Emperor’s affection for me.

Then the System told me I’d targeted the wrong person.

The one I was supposed to win over wasn’t the Emperor, but his younger brother, His Highness Prince An.

Me: “You absolute bastard. Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

System: “Sorry. This is my first mission too.”

“To compensate the host, I will gift the host an exclusive Prince An edition of the Intelligence System.”

A few days later.

Me: “Where’s the Intelligence System? Why can’t I hear anything?”

The System burst out laughing. “I accidentally bound it to the Emperor.”

Laugh, my ass.

No wonder Zhan Liangsheng’s face had been getting darker and darker lately.

He must have overheard some VIP content about his own little brother.

At the palace banquet, I sat in Zhan Liangsheng’s lap and fed him wine.

We were one step away from writing “seductive demon consort and foolish tyrant” across our foreheads.

Right then, the System suddenly issued a mission: “The Intelligence System has begun operating. Host, please obtain key information from the Emperor regarding what color dudou Prince An likes.”

My hand trembled as I fed Zhan Liangsheng wine, and the wine spilled across his lapel.

Smack!

Like thunder cracking across flat ground, Zhan Liangsheng slammed the table in fury.

One hand clutching his head, he broke down and shouted, “Enough! I don’t care! I don’t care! I don’t want to know what color dudou Prince An likes!”

“Pink, purple, blue, black-I don’t care about any of it!”

Everyone below: “…”

The entire hall went so silent everyone could have heard me fart.

Because I actually did.

The System was still shrieking wildly in my mind: “Host, please obtain the information as soon as possible! Failure will result in immediate death on the spot!”

Damned System.

Resigned to my fate, I lowered my head and shakily squeezed out one sentence: “Em… Emperor, could you be more specific about what color?”

The moment I said that, the entire hall suddenly turned as cold as an ice cellar.

Pfft.

That one wasn’t me.

It was some minister who really couldn’t hold it in anymore and sprayed out the wine he hadn’t had time to swallow.

Zhan Liangsheng’s face could no longer be described as merely dark.

He looked a little dead.

The System started screaming again: “Warning! Capture target Prince An Zhan Yan’s emotions are fluctuating. Host, please soothe him!”

Are you sick?!

Is Zhan Yan the one who needs soothing right now?

Zhan Yan sat below, wine cup in hand, the expression on his face truly spectacular.

It was the look of: Imperial Brother, what happened to you? Imperial Sister-in-law, are you insane?

In my heart, I roared at the System: “Soothe him? How am I supposed to soothe him in this situation?”

“Am I supposed to rush over and say, ‘Oh my, Your Highness, don’t panic. I merely wanted to ask what color dudou you like, to deepen the bond between sister-in-law and brother-in-law’?”

System: “This System suggests the host adopt tactful wording, such as: His Highness Prince An is a man of outstanding bearing, and surely possesses extraordinary taste even in intimate garments such as dudou.”

Tactful, my ass.

How is that any different from asking directly?

While the System and I were locked in battle, Zhan Liangsheng finally exploded.

He shot to his feet and shoved me off him. “I can’t take this anymore! I don’t care that he likes gosling-yellow dudou! Or that it has little ducks embroidered on it! I don’t want to know any of this!”

He roared that sentence as if it had drained every ounce of strength from his body.

After he finished roaring, he pressed a hand to his forehead. His body swayed, and his voice carried a desperate sob.

“And don’t tell me he likes lace trim either. I beg you…”

Holy shit.

Zhan Yan was a man of refined tastes.

Now, every gaze in the hall had gathered on Zhan Yan.

Those gazes seemed to say:

So this is the kind of man you are, His Highness Prince An.