Translating Sloth

This was the first time Xia Fen came to the Wang residence. He had already known he was Wang Yun Feng’s son a very long time ago, and from the secret guards at the Xia family he had inquired about Wang Yun Feng’s past. But, the Xia family’s secret guards after all were bias towards Xia Ling Mei, not much could drive a wedge between them, Hei Zi that person was the best at lying, something which couldn’t be any more decent once it reached his mouth would become wicked beyond redemption, therefore, at that time Xia Fen really wanted to meet Wang Yun Feng. What happened after he met him? Maybe kill him, or perhaps directly cutting off the other person’s four limbs, tying him by his mother’s side for his lifetime. A child’s thinking was very straightforward, but imminently, expectation and carrying it out always conflicted, more or less ruining his plans. After arriving at Beiding city, Xia Fen met the old matriarch, that seemingly amiable looking old woman rather jokingly ask...

At long last the sky lightened. Wang Yun Feng sat in his study for one night, only when the warm sunlight shone through the windows did he then lift his head from contemplating. Juan Shu who kept watch of him for the entire night was already extremely exhausted, seeing him leave he hurriedly asked: “Does the master want to have some breakfast with the mistress?” Bathing today, I don’t need to go to court, Wang Yun Feng spoke as he walked towards the rear court. He was tired, where Xia Fen belonged was like a boulder suddenly pushing down on the pit of his stomach, making him unable to breath for a moment. In the courtyard at early dawn, everywhere was quiet. The autumn leaves long ago decorated the ground, covered in dew, dying yet covering the life, feeling helpless. Wang Yun Feng strolled to the main courtyard door, Xiu Yu just happened to open the courtyard door, seeing him she bowed: “Master, the mistress is still resting.” Wang Yun Feng tilted his head to lo...

When they left the wineshop, the lanterns were high up. The night market street was bustling with activity, people came and went. The emperor did not want to sit in a carriage, since he rarely came out for a wonder he was really impatient with all kinds of restrictions, and not caring at all about the forbidden guards worries, he mounted a white horse, on the way also pulling the crown prince up, placing him in front of his chest and carefully holding him. Seeing this movement of his Wang Yun Feng’s eyes became fierce, isn’t he his biological son! Sooner or later there will be a day when he, Wang Yun Feng will hold his son in his arms, showing off how powerful he is. The emperor moved his jaw side to side, lightly laughing: “To be honest it’s good that that kid’s surname is not Wang, Xia family’s youngster, fighting and jostling with my small dragon is playing between cousins, if he’s surname is something else, he wouldn’t have such a rare honour.” As he spoke, he also str...