His Majesty's Hostage Chapter 2-3

HMH Chapter 2 Translator want to say: I wan’t to clarify something before you read this chapter. In the previous chapter, the prince was said to be shot at the chest, but the specific area is the medical part stomach which is located on the upper quadrant of the belly and is indeed in the chest area ^^. He wakes up in a chaotic darkness, an unimaginable pain soon follows. Su Zi Li cannot help but groan. He slowly opened his eyes. His vision was swaying as he glances at a blurry at a man’s shadow casts by the moonlight. “You’ve finally awoke your majesty!” he heard a cheerful voice uttered. “Chu Lan, quickly invite the imperial physician to have a checkup.” “Ok.” Zi Li blinks his eyes, his vision started to become clear. An unfamiliar lady with a clear and elegant face came in. Zi Li opens his mouth but his throat could not produce any sound. The lady notice it and carried a cup of water for him to drink. “Who are you? Where is this place?” He asks in a hurry despite having difficulty in speaking. Its not a hospital, and there’s no doctor. The lady’s clothes is ancient style and this place is unfamiliar. This is too strange! Where am I exactly? As for the time, Zu Li was not sure. Ming Yue was also suspiciously puzzled. How can his majesty not recognised me? And asking about this place as well? He lives here for twelve years. She believes that he should be most familiar with the imperial palace than her. Could it be the side effect of the fatal injury he was dealt with? The imperial physician must properly check it. “Your majesty, I am Ming Yue and this the Chu Jin Kingdom’s imperial palace.” The maid Ming Yue explains. “Your Majesty? Kingdom of Chu Jing? Imperial Palace?” What kind of words are these? This place is not probably a mental inst.i.tution, is it?! Zi Li looks back at Ming Yue with eyes revealing an obvious worried expression. Like, one cannot help but see that he was mentally disturbed person. Zi Li wanted to get up, but a sudden burst of pain made him lie back on his pillow.
“You should not move about, your majesty. The imperial physician said that the wound can reopen.” Ming Yue hastily supported Zi Li. “How did my stomach get injured?” Zi Li looks down on his stomach to see it wrapped with layers of bandages. “Ming Yue only knows that his majesty was shot by an arrow, fell in a coma for 8 days and not know the whole details.” Ming Yue answered. Arrow? Oh my G.o.d! It is only used in the ancient times. Zi Li trembled in fear. Don’t tell me I have gone back to the ancient times.
“What is the current dynasty right now?” Zi Li look at Ming Yue’s body from head to toe and does not recognises her clothes. “Qin Dynasty? Han Dynasty? Tang Dynasty? Definitely not the warring states period, right? Ming Yue confusedly shakes her head. “Sigh, forget it!” Zu Li dejectedly sighed. Zu Li’s mind was in chaos. I already died at that burning building, then reincarnated after. Ah, no! My soul has probably arrived in an ancient place similar to ancient china. I must be occupying a prince’s body. But, I’m already at the brink of death. Did i not die? AAAAAHHHH!!! Heavens! Your driving me crazy! “Is your head not feeling well, your highness?” Ming Yue glanced at his forehead and touch it. He’s answer was a grumbling noise of his stomach. “Oh, no.” Zi Li embara.s.sly covered his face. “Its just my wound hurt.” “I’ll call the Imperial physician, your Highness.” The young lady then walks toward the door. Then an old man with a moustache that resembles an insect feeler walks in front of Zi Li with humble steps. Ming Yue bowed, “Sir quick, His highness said that his wound is hurting. You….” “Its surprising to be already awake, the wound had not yet completely closed, who could not experience pain with such injury.” The imperial physician shoot a quick glance at Zu Li, his tone was extremely annoyed. “This old[1] imperial physician still has a lot of work to be done in the medical quarters. You all must not summon the old me just to waste my time and effort. T/N: Lao fu – used to address older people or very formal way of addressing one’s self. Upon hearing this, Ming Yue and the other ladies’ ears droop down unconsciously. They are just serving the monarch. Although he is a prince, but he is not a prince of Chu Jing, but a prince of an enemy country. Speaking frankly, he is just a lowly prisoner. Everyday, serving inside a small palace, and at the same time being yelled at by his highness[1]. Who would not get a heartache? T/N: The original prince Hearing those words, Zi Li was astonished. Isn’t he a prince? Is he not like those in prince in television dramas that could demand wind and rain? Why is he being treated with contempt? Sigh, I don’t like this. Anyway, the situation right now is already odd. Zi Li simply closes his eyes, not a second sooner that he fell asleep. As he woke up once again, his still unsure about the time. The room was only illuminated by candle lights. Ming Yue was guarding his bedside with her hand propped on her fragrant cheeks. She was sleeping soundly. Zi Li felt a sudden warmth from his chest rise up. He never experience such a comforting scene in a long time. He only remembers one time from his childhood when he had fallen ill and his mother, just like this, watching over him from his bedside with a tender gaze. But ever since his father had an affair, his parents’ relationship had worsen. Every day they would always have a quarrel. Sometimes would even hit each other. This fight lasted for years and in the end a divorce takes place. Afterwards, both people walk at their own path, and he lost his special place. And up until now, he alone had coped up with his originally warm but now broken family. Ming Yue wakes up and saw a pair of red rimmed eyes looking at her.
She jumped in surprise, “What’s the matter, your majesty? Is your wound very painful?” Zi Li lightly shakes his head. He sadly answered: ” Ming Yue, I cannot go back anymore!” Ming Yue believes that he was pertaining to his home country —— Bei Ling, so she don’t know how to give comfort. She could only divert Zi Li’s attention. “His Majesty had been in coma for days and have not yet eaten, Ming Yue will now prepare a few light refreshments in a while, will that be alright?” Hearing her said it, Zi Li’s stomach called out a loud gu gu (grumbling) sounds multiple times. Ming Yue smiled lightly and said: “Please wait for a moment your highness, I shall be back soon.”   HMH Chapter 3 Chapter 3 It was very late at night, but the imperial study room was still brightly lit. The palace attendants was keeping a completely focused night vigil in front of the door. Waiting at any moment the sovereign King summons them. “Creaking ” sound. The door opened. An attendant inside swings his sleeves and barks an order: “Prepare the emperors carriage. His Majesty will depart!” The next moment, a well built, tall and slender young man came out of the door. His face wears a cold and stern expression. His brows that were brave and heroic emphasises his weariness for the past few days. Yet it does not lessen the wisdom and authority expressed in his eyes that are filled with great ambition to rule the world. He sat inside the royal carriage. He wave his hand down to the head attendant and gave his command: “Do not go to Lan Xin Palace, head back to my sleeping quarters!” “Yes, Your Majesty.” The head attendant dutifully responded. The chief eunuch relayed the orders and the royal carriage was immediately lifted. In front of the carriage are two eunuchs carrying lanterns to light the way and guide the carriage. The pitch black pathway in split second was illuminated with yellow lights. Above the sky, it looks as if the full moon was shifting. The entourage pa.s.ses by the long route that leads to the palace of the concubines. Then went through the garden decorated with lush jade colored gra.s.s and blossoms of flowers. Afterwards, climbing a green tiled stairs. They stopped in front of a magnificent and s.p.a.cious palace hall. It was the sovereign King’s sleeping quarters—- Ming Xiao Palace. Hong Xu steps out of the royal carriage with servants behind him. His foot firmly landed on the ground and a palace’s chamberlain appeared on his side and greeted him. “This servant pay respects to his Majesty!” Hong Xu can’t help but scowl. “Aren’t you Lan Fei’s servant?” “That is correct, your Majesty. The imperial concubine Lan Fei knows that his majesty is exhausted and personally made the preparation and cooks swallow nest with lotus seed soup for his Majesty. This servant was tasks to deliver it to his Majesty as a midnight snack—-“ “We[1] understand. You may leave.” Hong Xu interrupted his endless rumbling. He let the servant behind him to recieve the food then went inside the palace.
He has not pa.s.s through the doorway, when another servant greeted him and said: “This servant pay respect to his Majesty.” “What do you need? Can’t it wait till tomorrow?” Hong Xu couldn’t contain it any more and scolded in a cold tone. “This slave awaits punishment, pleads your Majesty to be calm.” All the beautiful palace maids around them felt terrified and kneels down. Hong Xu takes a deep breath and said in a calm voice: “Rise! You may all leave, let Us[1] be alone in peace.” T/N: Emperor’s way of addressing themselves “Yes, your Majesty. Allow this servant to leave.” A big bedroom illuminated by more than a dozen lamp stands that penetrates the night with its pearl like shine. These sunlight like rays not only does not brings him warmth, instead it made him feel an incomparable cold. “Come.” “Servant is here. Your command, your Majesty?” Several maid servants came inside. Hong Xu’s expression was like someone who will go to war, it was cold, terrifying, and threatening. “Who lit the lamps for the tonight?” “Answering to his Majesty, its these servants.” A pair of trembling maids advances with their head bowed down. “Drag this two mongrels out and punish them with thirty times of flogging, then transfer them to laundry duties.” Two imperial guards accepts the order at once and led the two maids with deathly pale on their faces. “Have all this infuriating pearl lamps removed at once, replace it with candles.” “Understood, your Majesty.” The servants quickly and efficiently arranges the candles made with sheep fat that burn into a tangerine light. The people in the room was once again dismissed, Hong Xu watches the flickering flame by himself the with an indiscernible look.