Is He the Galactic Emperor?!

Chapter Sixteen

"Mom, I'm back. Where's Dad?"

Carrying a paper bag, Ye Nanxun pushed open the door and walked into the entryway, bending down to change into his fuzzy slippers.

Chen Mingzhu's voice came from the kitchen. "Your dad went to the company and hasn't come back yet. Mom made soup today. It should be ready by the time you come down after a hot bath."

"Okay." Ye Nanxun padded upstairs in his slippers and returned to his room.

He placed the paper bag containing the scarf on the table and took a bathrobe from the wardrobe.

Ye Nanxun walked into the bathroom and kicked off his fluffy slippers. His slender feet stepped into black nonslip slippers, making the faint blue veins on his already pale, luminous insteps vaguely visible.

Amid the hazy steam, a long, pale figure lifted a leg and stepped into the bathtub.

He cupped hot water in both hands and splashed it over his face. As the hot water enveloped and relaxed every muscle in his body, Ye Nanxun let out a comfortable, deep breath.

Soothing music echoed through the bathroom, while a bottle of red wine and a wineglass sat on the stone ledge beside the tub.

Slowly leaning back, Ye Nanxun poured half a glass of red wine.

After taking a few small sips, he rested his damp arm on the warm stone ledge, half-lidded pale green eyes gazing ahead as he leaned his head against his arm.

Yan Beiyou.

That man's name was Yan Beiyou.

They had exchanged names, but not contact information.

The three words "Yan Beiyou" sounded strangely familiar.

The steam made his head feel full and swollen, and the slight buzz of alcohol left his mind somewhat hazy.

"Splash—"

The unfinished red wine pinched between his fingers fell into the water, blooming into a vivid crimson.

"Yan Beiyou—"

Ye Nanxun sucked in a sharp breath and sat bolt upright.

Yan Beiyou, Yan Beiyou.

Wasn't that the name of the Galactic Emperor?

Ye Nanxun abruptly rose from the bathtub. After standing there for several seconds, he sat back down.

He turned on the smart screen in the bathroom.

The soothing music drifting through the air shut off as Ye Nanxun typed the three words "Yan Beiyou" into the search bar.

A stern, handsome face suddenly filled Ye Nanxun's field of vision.

He had barely paid attention to political news in the past, much less gone out of his way to watch the news.

Though he belonged to this galaxy, he rarely went outside and had never cared to remember what the ruler of their galaxy looked like.

When he had been reborn, Ye Nanxun had briefly run Yan Beiyou's name through his mind.

But only briefly.

Ye Nanxun had never imagined that he would run into the Galactic Emperor at the Imperial Palace.

Apart from ministers close to the center of power, even people who worked at the Imperial Palace every day might never see Yan Beiyou.

Let alone him.

"So it really was Yan Beiyou..."

After leaving the bathroom, Ye Nanxun walked to the table wrapped in his bathrobe.

He took the scarf out of the bag.

It was a black-and-gray scarf, soft in texture and classic in style.

There was no familiar brand logo or tag.

At one corner of the scarf, Ye Nanxun found a piece of hand embroidery with only one character on it: Bei.

Winter had only cleared up for a few days.

Then several more days of wind and snow arrived, leaving the weather gloomy.

Wearing only a fitted coat against the cold, Xu Wenyan shivered violently in the wind, his lips turning purple.

His gloved fingers tightly clutched the scarf around his neck as Xu Wenyan wandered aimlessly through the garden, trembling all the while.

It had not been easy for He Yiming to bring him to the Imperial Palace. He could not waste this opportunity no matter what.

He clearly remembered that in his previous life, Zhu Shixin and He Yiming had mentioned while chatting that Yan Beiyou liked taking walks in the garden during breaks from work.

Xu Wenyan had envisioned running into Yan Beiyou by chance while the emperor was strolling through the garden.

As long as that handsome, imposing emperor saw him, he would surely be deeply impressed by his beauty.

Xu Wenyan was immensely confident.

His background might have been poor, and his mother might have been an unacknowledged mistress...

But so what?

Though his biological father had not married his mother, he still spent heaps of money on both of them.

Besides, his mother had more than one man. Xu Wenyan did not particularly care whether his biological father acknowledged him and brought him into the family.

He had inherited the same beautiful face as his mother.

Even though his spiritual power was only A-rank, hadn't top-tier alphas still come one after another, falling beneath his beauty?

He refused to believe it.

With a top-grade beauty like him delivering himself to Yan Beiyou's door, could Yan Beiyou really resist?

Under his fitted coat, he wore carefully prepared tight clothing that accentuated his waistline, though it did little to keep him warm.

Xu Wenyan had already been braving the cold wind in the garden for nearly an hour, yet he had not caught even a glimpse of Yan Beiyou.

After cursing several times, Xu Wenyan could no longer endure the cold.

Seeing no sign that the freezing wind would stop, he figured that no matter how much Yan Beiyou liked strolling through gardens, he would not come out in weather like this. Only then did Xu Wenyan reluctantly leave the garden.

Not long after Xu Wenyan left.

A tall, slender figure strolled leisurely through the garden as wind and snow raged around him.

Powerful spiritual power formed an invisible barrier around him. No matter how fierce the wind and snow outside became, not a flake could touch the alpha.

Recalling Ye Nanxun's calm expression after he had told him his name, Yan Beiyou suddenly curved his lips into a smile.

Back in the study, the glowing screen displayed the work he had yet to finish.

Instead of resuming work at once, Yan Beiyou took the Mushroom Dragon Egg from his pocket and placed it in the little scarf nest beside his desk.

"Should I tell your father that you exist?"

His gaze shifted away from the Mushroom Dragon Egg, and Yan Beiyou gently shook his head.

Once the Mushroom Dragon Egg hatched, there was no telling what it would look like.

Leaning back against his chair, Yan Beiyou called Zhu Yucheng.

Zhu Yucheng appeared on the screen, stern and serious, his back ramrod straight.

"Your Majesty, do you have orders?"

"Personal business."

Zhu Yucheng relaxed, and his straight back slackened as well. "Oh, Your Majesty, what is it?"

"Next week is your birthday. I'm giving you three days off."

Zhu Yucheng beamed, his grin so wide it would not close. "Your Majesty is wise and mighty!"

Yan Beiyou chuckled as well. "Where will you be holding your birthday banquet that day?"

Rubbing the bridge of his tall nose, Zhu Yucheng smiled a little foolishly. "Teacher Jiang arranged it for me. We're not going anywhere, just having it at home."

Looking as though happiness was bubbling from every pore, Zhu Yucheng said with a smile, "Your Majesty, if you're free that day, you absolutely have to come!"

Yan Beiyou said, "I will."

Yan Beiyou could not possibly have called specifically to ask about his birthday banquet, could he? Zhu Yucheng asked again, "Your Majesty, is there something else?"

After humming in acknowledgment, Yan Beiyou asked, "Yucheng, do you think there could be someone in Dream Star Capital who sees my face but does not recognize me, and does not know who Yan Beiyou is?"

Zhu Yucheng burst out laughing. "Your Majesty, is this some new cold joke? How could anyone possibly not know you?"

Yan Beiyou smiled and ended the call with Zhu Yucheng.

He straightened up from the chair back and folded his hands on the desk.

The screen suddenly gave a beep.

The next second, a game window popped up automatically.

Little Mushroom, whom he had not seen in a long time, stood before the giant dragon.