In the light silk curtains, amidst the waves, again and again, a tireless intimacy. It turned out that the harmony of spirit and flesh was so beautiful. He seemed tireless, constantly wanting her.
Only when her crimson tide gradually receded did she once again experience the flow of blood, like a blooming plum blossom, elegant and pure. He embraced her tenderly, fitting tightly into his arms, and slowly fell asleep.
The night was cold and boundless. In a corner of the dark night, someone was furiously playing a jade flute, sending out gusts of wind. The leaves danced in the sky, and broken branches and leaves lay everywhere.
He was in pain, like a lonely wolf in the night, roaring. Who had drugged him? He vowed to make them pay ten times, a hundred times over. If not for the drug, how could the Empress have let the Emperor touch her? And how could he be in such agony?
He hated himself. Why did he think so much? If his heart ached, why didn't he help her with the antidote? With the antidote, she would be his. Even if they both died, it would be better than this maddening pain.
The scene of the two entwined on the grand bed in his mind tore his heart apart, countless drops of blood falling into his heart.
But he only wished for her well-being. If he had acted, she and her family would have surely died. Would he have been so selfish? He suspected that if he could go back again, he would still do the same.
He gave a desolate laugh. Powerlessness was sometimes truly painful. Putting away the jade flute, he leaped onto a tall treetop, standing against the wind. The faint chill could help him calm down a little. The facts were already as they were; overthinking would change nothing.
Standing against the wind, his brocade robes fluttering, a flute in hand, he played a desolate melody. Tonight, the flute music was more heart-wrenching than ever before.
The moon shadow slanted westward, casting a watery radiance. Clothes lay scattered on the ground, the scent of passion lingered on the bed, and two white figures were still embraced.
In her sleep, Liu Liu frowned strangely. She seemed to have had a spring dream. It seemed she had reached the age where she thought of men. The dream was so real, and why was her body so hot? She reached out and touched herself lightly, almost crying out.
Liu Liu’s eyes snapped open. She saw a handsome, wildly beautiful face just above her head, currently fast asleep. She quickly lowered her head and saw that neither of them was wearing any cloth. The drug's effects had not completely worn off, and she hadn't remembered last night's events. She only glared angrily at the man, her breathing growing heavy.
This man had actually climbed onto her bed while she wasn't paying attention. How detestable! She quickly pushed him.
“Feng Xie, you bastard, how dare you come to my sleeping quarters.”
Hearing the woman’s voice, Feng Xie’s sharp eyes suddenly opened. Everything beautiful from last night flooded into his mind. The corners of his lips curved into a devilishly charming smile.
He hadn't expected this woman to forget last night. But looking at her proud chest, completely uncovered before him, his body heated up again. He spoke in a hoarse voice.
“Actually, last night…” Before he could finish, he was quickly stopped by the woman beside him. He froze, utterly stunned. What was this woman doing?
She kissed him proactively, sealing his mouth. A small hand, like a spark, quickly stirred his desire, moving from top to bottom, not missing an inch. Slowly, like a magic wand, wherever she touched, a fiery warmth spread. Her delicate body rolled over and pressed down on him, and she gently exhaled into his ear, “It’s time to pay me back, isn’t it?”
He trembled. An emperor being provoked by these words and trembling, few would believe it if told.
But this was the absolute truth. He, who was always aloof, actually liked wild women, liked her initiative, letting him enjoy the pleasure guided by her, eagerly awaiting her actions.
Though inexperienced, it made his whole body heat up. He roughly twisted his waist, hoping for her to take further action. Naturally, she didn’t disappoint him, matching his desires, advancing step by step.
Until they truly became one, he let out a beast-like cry of joy. My heavens, this feeling was too wonderful! He believed he would never let go of this night.
Within the sleeping quarters, another beautiful scene unfolded until the delicate her, panting, collapsed to the side. He tenderly reached out and touched her smooth face. Sweat dripped down, and he carefully wiped it away, only to not know what was happening the next second as his entire body was sent flying.
Fortunately, his martial arts had reached a state of divine perfection. At the last moment, he managed to support his naked body, thus avoiding a too-ugly fall.
His expression suddenly turned cold. Why had this woman kicked him? The feeling just now was incredibly pleasant, but at the last moment, she threw him away. How did he feel like he had just been used?
“What are you doing?”
“Get out, we’re even.” Liu Liu didn’t move at all. She pulled a thin quilt to cover herself and fell into a sweet, exhausted sleep.
Feng Xie’s handsome face instantly darkened, his eyes flickering with an obscure darkness. A sinister smile played on his lips; he truly wanted to punish this woman.
But thinking of her soft and sweet appearance just now, he finally restrained himself and called out irritably to the outside.
“Xiao Wanzi, come in and help Your Majesty change.”
Xiao Wanzi had been dozing by the corner of the door. The ambiguous sounds from the sleeping quarters had made him almost want to find a hole to hide in.
He had thought the Emperor would stay in Wei Yang Palace tonight, but it was almost dawn, and he was already leaving.
The Emperor was truly someone who could torment people. Xiao Wanzi obediently walked in. He saw several purple bite marks on the Emperor’s body and couldn't help but gasp, not daring to say anything more.
Could these be left by the Consort? Such a delicate woman, yet so ferocious. Xiao Wanzi’s heart trembled. It seemed one couldn’t judge a person by their appearance; this saying was truly not false.
Feng Xie got dressed and, leading Xiao Wanzi and a few eunuchs, left Wei Yang Palace. Liu Liu, however, remained oblivious, sleeping until the sun was high in the sky before getting up.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she felt the sleeping quarters filled with the strong, lingering scent of passion. The scene from last night flashed before her.
She had been drugged with a love potion. Even Nangong Yue had come. It seemed someone wanted to frame her and Nangong Yue to deal a heavy blow to her. But she hadn't expected Nangong Yue to be a true gentleman and bring the Emperor. Thinking of her own bold actions last night.
Liu Liu’s face flushed again. She had actually done that with Feng Xie. She felt a surge of indignation, but even a one-night stand was nothing, right? What could it change? She smiled coldly. Seeing that no one was in the sleeping quarters, she raised an eyebrow and called out.
“Cui’er, Cai Xia?”
With a call, two young maids rushed in from outside and quickly said, “The Consort is awake?” Liu Liu nodded. Hearing their voices, which sounded like they had been crying, she asked strangely, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying so early in the morning?”
“Consort, Qiao’er, she? Qiao’er?” Cui’er cried and knelt down, unable to finish a sentence. Seeing this scene, Liu Liu knew that something had happened to Qiao’er. Her expression immediately became extremely grim, and she coldly snapped, “What happened to her? Speak clearly before you cry.”
Cai Xia also said, choking back sobs, “Replying to the Consort, this morning a eunuch discovered Qiao’er had been murdered with a sharp knife, so we are all very sad.”
“What, murdered?” Liu Liu’s expression was extremely grim. Although Qiao’er had poisoned her, she had always believed that Qiao’er had been forced by those in the shadows.
As for why she ended up like this, Liu Liu gritted her teeth secretly. She would find out how Qiao’er died!
“Where is the body now?”
“It’s in the morgue,” Cai Xia said, quickly taking over as Cui’er cried sadly. “Help the Consort get up and wash. Without even applying morning makeup, Liu Liu coldly ordered Cui’er, “Take me to the morgue immediately.”
“Yes,” Cui’er nodded. Cai Xia, Ming Yue, and the others had also spent time with Qiao’er and felt a sense of sisterhood, so they followed the Consort to the morgue.