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Chapter 1032 A Little Pleasure

When Su Yao opened his eyes again in the early morning, he found himself lying on a luxurious bed, surrounded by unfamiliar scenery.

"Master is awake?" Aisha's voice came from the bedside. "You have been asleep for eight hours."

"Have I slept for so long?"

Su Yao looked around. The palace was luxuriously decorated, with Kushan-style tapestries hanging on the walls and an unknown incense burning in the corner, emitting a faint sandalwood scent.

"This is where?"

“Vesudeva’s bedchamber,” Aisha said in a low voice. “General Zhang guarded you outside the door all night, and Saintess Dina also arranged for her most reliable maids to wait in the outer hall.”

"What's the situation outside now?"

Aisha quickly reported as she brought over a glass of warm water:
"Lord Tipo has appeased most of the priests and the people, and General Zhang, together with the Holy Maiden, has taken control of the palace. After some discussion yesterday, the nobles each nominated several candidates for the throne, and now we await your decision."

"Pretty efficient." Su Yao took the water glass and drank it all in one gulp. "Who did they recommend?"

Aisha handed over a parchment scroll on which several names were written side by side in Kushan and Sogdian:

"First is the nephew of the Governor-General of the North. He is sixteen years old this year. He is said to be timid, but he is barely a distant relative of the royal family by blood. He is supported by the remnants of the Governor-General of the North's forces."

"Secondly, there is the second son of Abhayya, a great nobleman in the south. His father is a general of Vasudeva, who is now leading an army of 40,000 northwards. The nobles say that if he is chosen, it may effectively appease the discontent of the southern factions."

"Another one is a descendant of a local Gandhara noble family whose family has intermarried with the royal family for generations and represents the nobility of the capital."

"Finally, there were a few distant members of the royal family, who were all Vasudeva's cousins ​​from outside the royal family."

After listening to the report, Su Yao raised an eyebrow: "These people all seem to have their own agendas."

He casually placed the parchment aside and got up to stretch his limbs. Although he had slept all night, he still felt a bit sluggish in his body, indicating that yesterday's battle had indeed taken a toll.

"Alright, pass down the order to have them gather in the main hall in an hour for a meeting. Let's finalize the follow-up matters today."

As for now...

Su Yao glanced at the girl whose eyes were bloodshot and whose face looked slightly haggard, reached out and pulled her down onto the bed: "Now it's your turn to rest."

Su Yao gently stroked Aisha's cheek, his tone unusually tender.

Aisha paused slightly, her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes trembling: "Master, this...it's not appropriate in broad daylight."

Seeing that she was still so inexperienced, Su Yao smiled and said, "What's inappropriate about it? You stayed up all night for me, which is a great service. I will naturally reward my darling."

This wasn't the first time the two had been affectionate.

Su Yao wasn't some saint. Back in Kapisa, he was busy with many things, but after that, the two of them traveled south for more than ten days. In the carriage, they were alone together, and in the inn, they shared a room. Soon, their passion ignited, and he took the girl in.

Now that the evil king has been beheaded, the overall situation of the Kushan Empire is settled. All that remains is to clean up the mess and reap the rewards of victory. Su Yao is in a great mood and naturally wants to relax.

Aisha was pinned down by Su Yao, her cheeks flushed and her breathing rapid.

Although she was used to her master's temperature, Aisha was still so nervous in this unfamiliar palace that her whole body stiffened.

She bit her lip, her voice barely audible: "Master... there are still people outside. The Holy Maiden... the Holy Maiden said she has something to report to you."

"Then let her wait for now."

Su Yao chuckled softly, his fingers gently tracing Aisha's collarbone: "Right now, nothing is more important than you."

Aisha's breathing became more and more rapid; she could feel her master's burning body temperature seeping through her thin clothes.

He leaned down and kissed Aisha's cherry lips, his fingers deftly untying her sash. The girl's skin shimmered like pearls in the morning light, her slender waist so delicate it could be encircled by a single hand.

"Master, be gentle."

In the warmth of their breaths, the two gradually reached a climax. Although this dancer was inexperienced, she was clearly adept at pleasing a man. She quickly adapted to Su Yao's rhythm, her slender waist swaying like a water snake, matching his every movement.

Just as the two were entwined in passion, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the palace.

"His Highness is resting. Please come back later if you have anything to discuss."

Zhang Liao's loud voice came from outside the door.

This is a perfectly authentic Chinese sentence, and it was clearly not actually spoken to the saintess opposite.

Su Yao paused slightly, listening intently to the sounds of the people outside the door, but quickly continued deeper inside.

Aisha lay on the bed, biting the blanket, trying hard not to make a sound, but her body honestly responded to her master's demands.

The saintess outside the door bit her lower lip as she waited, while Su Yao inside seemed to have received an attack speed buff, enjoying a rare moment of pleasure.

Time passed slowly, and when Su Yao finally had his fill, Aisha was already limp on the bed, covered in sweat, unable to even lift her fingers.

"Good girl, get some rest." Su Yao gently kissed her forehead, then got up, dressed, and pushed open the palace door after a quick tidying up.

Zhang Liao stood outside the door as straight as a javelin, while Dina stood not far away, looking slightly anxious.

The saintess was still veiled, but the weariness between her brows was undeniable. Upon seeing Su Yao arrive, she immediately rose and bowed: "Holy Lord, did you rest well?"

Su Yao waved his hand casually: "Not bad. I heard you have something to report?"

"Yes."

Dina paused for a moment, then said, "The vanguard of the southern Abujaya army has entered the Gandhara region and is expected to arrive at the capital in a few days."

"Yes, I've heard about it." Su Yao nodded. "Is that all?"

Dina hesitated for a moment, then said, "There is one more thing. Princess Samira wishes to see the Holy Lord."

“Princess Samira?” Su Yao raised an eyebrow. “Vesudeva’s sister?”

“Yes,” Dina said softly, “She is the last bloodline of the late king and wishes to request the protection of the Holy Lord.”

"I didn't expect that the mad king still had some humanity left, and didn't kill all his blood relatives."

Su Yao sighed and then said, "Bring her to see me. I have long heard of this princess."

A hint of joy finally appeared in Dina's eyes. She bowed and then turned to make arrangements.

Before long, she returned to the palace with a young girl dressed in a plain white dress.

The girl looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pretty face but still a touch of childishness. She had long, chestnut-colored wavy hair that reached her waist, and wore a delicate gold bracelet on her wrist.

She lowered her eyes, clasped her hands tightly in front of her, and slowly walked to Su Yao, bowing gracefully.

"Samira pays homage to the Holy Lord."

Su Yao sized up the princess of the fallen kingdom and saw that although she tried her best to remain calm, her slightly trembling shoulders and lowered eyelids still betrayed her great unease.

Su Yao waved his hand and said, "Get up, no need for formalities. I heard you wanted to see me?"

Samira took a deep breath, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke in a trembling voice: "Yes, yes. I... I want to ask the Holy Lord for permission to go and pay respects to my brother."

"Oh? That's interesting. Do you know what you're saying?"

Su Yao glanced at Dina and saw that the saintess's pupils were wide open in shock.

Clearly, Dina had no idea that Samira would bring up something like this right off the bat.

The saintess's heart pounded. She had repeatedly warned her not to mention Vasudeva, but the princess had unexpectedly stepped on a landmine right from the start.
(End of this chapter)