A middle-aged emperor, childless, was blessed with a beautiful and pregnant concubine who entered th

The beauty's face puffed up with anger.

"Hmph! Your Majesty always bullies me!"

"It turns out that since Consort Lan returned to His Majesty's side, His Majesty no longer cares for me."

Emperor Qianwu was in a good mood as he looked at her charming appearance with red eyes.

Although he disliked jealous women, he would find it boring if all the concubines in his harem were tolerant and generous, and did not compete or fight for anything.

Men are often hypocritical.

Zhou Mingyi seized on this point and deliberately pretended to be jealous.

Emperor Qianwu is thirty-seven this year, no longer a young man in his teens or twenties.

Even jealousy and rivalry should have limits.

Excessive jealousy makes her a jerk, lacking tolerance, which would make Emperor Qianwu feel that she was unworthy of her position.

Take Consort Liu, for example. Relying on her beauty, she thought she could be with Emperor Qianwu for life.

That's ridiculous.

For example, Consort Chen, out of jealousy, repeatedly tried to harm the concubines in the harem.

Emperor Qianwu endured many hardships for Princess Chaoyang, but eventually his patience ran out.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, it was common for men to have three wives and four concubines.

Those men who are powerful, wealthy, and influential, and who have only one wife and two concubines in their harem, are generally quite chaste.

Emperor Qianwu was the ruler of the world; how could he possibly dismiss his harem for the sake of a woman?

How could he allow a concubine to do whatever she wanted in his harem?

They are truly overestimating themselves.

But not being jealous at all makes one seem lifeless.

In her past life, Xie Jing had favored other men in front of her more than once, and when he was intimate with her, he told her that he wanted her to be jealous.

But Zhou Mingyi only felt disgusted at the time.

Looking back now, Zhou Mingyi thinks that this might have been Xie Jing's perverted hobby...

However, when she rises to a high position in the future, this may not change.

Now, Zhou Mingyi understands that all of this has nothing to do with gender, but only with power.

As long as she stands high enough and gains the greatest power, she can possess countless and inexhaustible resources.

Just like Emperor Qianwu today.

It is utterly foolish to ask someone in a high position who has all the resources to give up other resources for the sake of one resource!

Emperor Qianwu gently squeezed the woman's slender, supple waist, his eyes deep and unfathomable. "How could I not desire you?"

Before me lies a quiet and solemn Buddhist hall.

In his arms was a beautiful, enchanting little nun.

Zhou Mingyi was still wearing the nun's robes that she had modified herself. Half of her bright red bodice revealed her jade-like skin, and her long, flowing black hair cascaded down her back, with some playfully falling onto her fair, jade-like face.

She was truly pure and refined, with purity and desire intertwined in a contradictory yet strangely harmonious way.

She resembled a seductive enchantress.

This unfamiliar feeling suddenly ignited a burning flame within him, and his eyes turned crimson.

Emperor Qianwu immediately ceased his patience.

He picked Zhou Mingyi up in his arms, and Zhou Mingyi immediately let out a soft cry.

"Your Majesty, this...this is the Buddhist hall...if the Empress Dowager finds out..."

Zhou Mingyi's words only deepened the crimson in Emperor Qianwu's eyes.

The Buddhist hall was located in the east wing of the Cining Palace. Behind the Buddhist hall was a small couch, which may have been forgotten there, or it may have been placed there specifically for the nuns to rest.

Now, it all benefits Emperor Qianwu.

Emperor Qianwu placed Mingyi on a small couch.

His hot breath sprayed onto Mingyi's slender, fair neck, and with each breath, Mingyi's delicate body trembled slightly.

Where the hot breath touched, a light pink hue, like rose petals, appeared.

Emperor Qianwu's eyes were deep and unfathomable.

The Zhou family is truly exceptional.

Emperor Qianwu has never seen such a beautiful sight with any of his other concubines.

He had gotten used to it, but during this time, he hadn't touched Zhou Mingyi again, and he became more and more aware of her uniqueness.

"My beloved Consort Zhen is very beautiful."

At first, Zhou Mingyi pressed her hands tightly against Emperor Qianwu's chest, trying to struggle.

Struggling is sometimes not resistance, but rather a more sophisticated form of seduction.

Sure enough, the more she struggled, the more aroused Emperor Qianwu became.

Emperor Qianwu had many women, and each of them was obedient to him because of his appearance or status.

Even on the bed, she allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

Emperor Qianwu was a powerful and domineering man who liked to take the initiative.

But occasionally, I can be a bit cheeky and want to try something new.

Lady Zhou was his concubine. She was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside. She had entered the palace willingly for him, so how could she really refuse to consummate their marriage?

She's just still angry with him.

How could Emperor Qianwu not understand?

However, Consort Chen was Chaoyang's birth mother, so there were some things that she had to do in a way that forced her to compromise.

The two of them were like a spark igniting within them on a small couch behind the Buddhist hall, their passion growing ever stronger.

Zhou Mingyi had been suppressing her voice and refusing to speak.

Her expression was both patient and charming.

It was as if something was being suppressed, which gave Emperor Qianwu the illusion that he was being stolen.

The more she suppressed her feelings, the more he wanted her to relax, and the two of them were locked in a stalemate.

Emperor Qianwu was extremely fond of her patient and gentle demeanor at this moment.

Just then, a voice came from outside.

It sounded like a nun's voice.

"Where is His Majesty?"

"Have they already gone back?"

What was that sound?

"How strange..."

Upon hearing the sound, Zhou Mingyi instinctively gasped, her toes curling up involuntarily in tension.

Emperor Qianwu gasped sharply and let out a muffled groan of discomfort.

"My darling, do you want to kill me?"

A low, husky voice blew into Mingyi's ear along with the warm air.

She buried her face in Emperor Qianwu's neck, her lips slightly upturned, and then let out an unbearable sob, as if everything was beyond her control.

At this moment, how could Emperor Qianwu bear to blame her?

It was nothing more than a few complaints from her bedroom.

The palace maid listened to the voice and the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt, and her face suddenly turned deathly pale.

She stumbled backward and hurriedly went to report to the Empress Dowager.

"What?"

"There's someone in the Buddhist hall..."

The Empress Dowager found it difficult to speak, her voice trembling slightly.

"Zhu Lan, take some people to see which shameless person it is..."

Before she could finish speaking, the Empress Dowager suddenly remembered something. That day, the Emperor and that Zhou woman had been in a side room in the backyard of the temple, right in front of the Buddha…

Could it be that the emperor has taken a fancy to the nuns in the palace?

Perhaps, some nun, who considered herself somewhat beautiful and was unwilling to endure the loneliness of her solitary life, took the opportunity to seduce the emperor.

The Empress Dowager frowned slightly.

Back at Hanshan Temple, it was under the guidance of the abbot that she made the decision to make that effort.

The Empress Dowager always felt guilty towards Buddha, which is why she set up a Buddhist shrine in the inner palace.

If anyone were to misbehave and break taboos behind the Buddhist hall, the Empress Dowager would absolutely not let them off lightly.

Although the Empress Dowager believed she knew her son well and that he would never be seduced by a nun in the Buddhist temple, what if he was?

Over the years, the Empress Dowager has watched the Emperor grow from a spirited young emperor into the dignified figure he is today.

Long before Lady Zhou entered the palace, the emperor could count the number of days he visited the harem each month on one hand.

If it were truly the emperor, the empress dowager would have to be considerate of him, lest any rumors damaging his reputation inadvertently spread...

The Empress Dowager immediately said, "No one is allowed to approach the Buddhist hall. Perhaps some wild cat has gone berserk."

"Zhulan, you personally lead a group to take a look. Be quiet and don't let the stray cats disturb the Buddha's peace."

Aunt Zhulan immediately understood the Empress Dowager's meaning.

Aunt Zhulan secretly led people to the Buddhist hall, but as soon as they arrived at the entrance, they saw Fuquan standing respectfully outside the hall.

Aunt Zhulan immediately understood.

It was His Majesty, not some other person who was indecent...

That makes things easier.

She feigned composure and said, "The Empress Dowager ordered me to come and see which fortunate young lady has won His Majesty's favor."

Upon hearing this, Fuquan did not object.

He knew that His Majesty and the Empress Dowager had a close mother-son relationship, and that His Majesty's favoritism towards concubines was a good thing, perhaps bringing new hope.

However, as His Majesty's person, and with His Majesty's best interests at heart, he whispered, "Auntie, go in alone. Keep your voice down, so as not to disturb His Majesty and displease him."

At this moment, Fuquan was also very uneasy. He had received a favor from Consort Zhen and had specially asked someone to tell her about His Majesty's whereabouts, which was already a major taboo.

Fortunately, the Empress was intelligent and actually met with His Majesty in the Buddhist hall...

Fuquan couldn't help but marvel at the boldness of this Consort Zhen.

The other concubines were inquiring about the Emperor's whereabouts simply to create a chance encounter, but she went and directly lured the Emperor into the Buddhist hall...

Aunt Zhulan nodded and then carefully entered the Buddhist hall.

As soon as I entered the Buddhist hall, I heard a noise.

She paused for a moment, then took another step forward, glancing quietly at the back hall without disturbing the couple behind the Buddhist shrine.

The ground was littered with scattered clothing: a bright yellow dragon robe with gold embroidery, a gray nun's robe, and a red mandarin duck-patterned bodice...

The area behind the Buddhist hall was in complete chaos; some Buddhist scriptures that had been placed there were now scattered on the ground.

The small couch was dirty, the clothes on the floor were dirty, the pillars were dirty, and even the small table where incense and candles were placed—it had collapsed…

The battle was clearly very intense!

The woman's slender, fair legs draped over His Majesty's broad shoulders, and the two of them were oblivious to the world around them.

The woman's soft, delicate voice sounded like a nightingale's song, and Aunt Zhulan found it somewhat familiar.

She watched quietly for a while, and then heard a short, thin scream.

Ouch!

Aunt Zhulan was terrified when she heard this, and then glanced at the majestic Buddha statue.

In my heart, I silently chanted "Namo Amitabha Buddha!"

Sin!

He immediately and quietly withdrew.

……

After learning from the system that Aunt Zhulan had passed away, Zhou Mingyi felt that it was about time.

She raised her toes and kicked the man in the chest.

The woman wasn't particularly strong, but Emperor Qianwu, who was in close contact with her, was caught off guard and immediately fell backward with a thud.

Fortunately, he had practiced martial arts for many years and quickly regained his balance, his expression turning serious.

Just as he was about to erupt in anger, he saw the young woman before him blushing and panting heavily, "I'm tired, Your Majesty, I don't want to anymore!"

His anger, which had just ignited, dissipated instantly.

Emperor Qianwu was energetic and always vigorous in bed.

But he could always find relief in Zhou Mingyi.

Looking at the mess in the back hall, and remembering that she had just recovered from a long illness, he could understand why she couldn't bear more at once.

Even so, she was still far better than those pretty faces in the imperial harem.

"Alright, I'll carry you back to Weiyang Palace."