His Majesty, You're Tsundere

Yue Yang studied the Gemini Mask for ages.

But he could not find the answer.

Though he had a flash of inspiration that nearly uncovered the truth, he had never managed to seize it. He wandered through that hazy fog, racking his brains to no avail.

In the end, he decided to speak with His Majesty. From something Fourth Aunt had inadvertently let slip during dinner, His Majesty seemed to have recently asked about the progress of that "Battle Beast Bracelet." From another angle, this proved that His Majesty, whom Yue Yang had labeled the secretly passionate type, had begun to forgive him a little.

One had to strike while the iron was hot. Student Yue Yang understood that principle very well.

Yue Yang busily made preparations. From the moment he tossed aside his rice bowl, he worked until three in the morning.

Deep into the silent night, Student Yue Yang sneaked into His Majesty's bedchamber again.

This time, when the female official on night duty saw him, she was no longer surprised. Still, she pretended not to see him and turned a blind eye as Student Yue Yang slipped inside. Yue Yang was very self-aware. He first moved a chair over himself, sat beside His Majesty's bed, and waited patiently for ten minutes without making a sound. Suddenly, a pillow flew out from behind the gauze curtains and struck Yue Yang in the face. "It's you again, you little brat! Always running here in the dead of night—I, I'll kill you!"

"Don't be angry." Student Yue Yang caught the pillow and hugged it to his chest, then handed over the half-finished Battle Beast Bracelet in his hand. "Look, under Your Majesty's inspiration, I've already completed half of it. I discovered that it's really quiet here. When I think here,