Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

The ink on the drafted imperial edict was not yet completely dry.

Suddenly, a eunuch announced softly from outside the warm pavilion: "Your Majesty, Consort Hui has come to pay her respects."

Wang Jiling nodded, his fingers tracing the edge of the tiger tally, and said calmly, "Send it."

Having said that, he casually pushed half of the tiger tally onto the table:

"Yu'er, receive the talisman. Go to the East Sea and transfer a thousand armored imperial guards from the capital. They are under your command; you are free to make decisions as needed."

Wang Yu quickly stepped forward and bowed to accept the gift. Just as he was about to express his gratitude, the palace door opened slightly, and Consort Hui, Liu Wuniang, walked in with a delicate fragrance.

She was extremely beautiful with a slender figure, and even the pink dress couldn't hide her beauty.

Wang Yu was used to it, but every time he saw it, his heart would still flutter.

Liu Wuniang bowed first: "Your Majesty, this concubine greets you."

"No need for formalities!"

Wang Yu followed suit and bowed, saying, "Your subject greets Consort Hui."

As Liu Wuniang stood up, she glanced at the tiger tally in his hand and smiled faintly, "Second Prince, there's no need for such formalities. Please be careful when you go out."

Wang Yu replied, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

Liu Wuniang smiled faintly, turned her head and handed over a soup bowl, "Your Majesty, I have prepared a calming soup. Please take care of your health."

Wang Jiling didn't even look at it and said directly, "Stay here. Yu'er, you may leave now and prepare for the journey."

Wang Yu bowed and took the opportunity to ask, "Father, before I leave the capital, I wish to see Mother. I beg your permission."

Wang Jiling nodded: "Granted, go! Your mother was just talking about you a few days ago!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, your son obeys the decree!"

......

Liu Wuniang took her leave from the warm pavilion and headed towards the inner palace with her personal maid.

Once she was away from the emperor's presence, she instructed, "You all wait outside the garden; you don't need to follow me. I want to be alone for a while."

The palace maid dared not ask any further questions, bowed in agreement, and waited at the intersection outside the Imperial Garden.

Liu Wuniang walked alone until she reached a secluded courtyard in the Imperial Garden.

I had just walked to the porch at the entrance of the courtyard when I found no one around.

Suddenly, a man emerged from the shadows, grabbed her from behind, and began to grope her curves with his hands.

Liu Wuniang was not surprised and raised her hand to pry open those unruly hands.

"You little rascal, are you trying to emulate Chen Jingji from *Jin Ping Mei*?"

"I'm not like him. Chen Jingji is Pan Jinlian's son-in-law, but I'm not..."

"Hmm... Stop pinching me. You're still so bold. Aren't you afraid someone will see?"

"Don't worry, how could I dare to 'grasp' it now without being 100% certain?"

"Let's go to our usual spot, not here..."

"Wu Niang, I've been waiting for you here for ages. Let me play with you a little longer!"

Liu Wuniang's body softened, and she did not struggle. She only said softly, "Yu'er, I heard today that you went to the palace to see His Majesty. You went to the warm pavilion specifically."

That person was none other than Wang Yu!

Wang Yu tightened his arms around her, lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his tone firm yet gentle: "How could I not see through your little scheme?"

After saying that, he picked up Liu Wuniang and turned to walk towards the quiet room deep in the side courtyard that had been uninhabited for a long time.

The courtyard gate was slightly ajar, the windows were half-closed, and the courtyard was filled with secluded flowers and trees, even the wind seemed to be moving more quietly.

Wang Yu, carrying Liu Wuniang, stepped over the dusty blue bricks, pushed open the door, and immediately latched it shut.

The interior was dimly lit and quiet, perfectly concealing the room's enchanting beauty.

Liu Wuniang nestled in Wang Yu's arms, her fingertips lightly clutching his clothes, her voice trembling softly, but she only whispered a reproachful remark: "I really can't do anything with you..."

"You're wrong. The person who has the best way to deal with me is you, Wu Niang."

Wang Yu looked down at the person in his arms, then suddenly leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, their breaths mingling instantly.

Liu Wuniang neither dodged nor pushed away; her eyes were filled with tenderness and willingness.

"Wu Niang..."

Liu Wuniang gave a soft "hmm" and leaned closer to him.

This was like lighting a fuse.

Wang Yu was like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable in his power.

Liu Wuniang trembled and closed her eyes...

At this moment, in this scene:

When their necks are intertwined, mandarin ducks play in the water; when their stems are joined, they kiss the lotus flowers.

With tender affection, she secretly pledged her heart; with tender feelings, she gently placed her jade-like arm around him.

One leans gently on her soft shoulder, the other inserts her delicate jade pendant horizontally.

Her pink sleeves fluttered lightly, revealing arms without any excess fat.

Her Xiang skirt was half-drawn, and a touch of vermilion clung to the mountain peaks.

Soft words and gentle whispers, she charmed us with all sorts of ways.

Secret affairs and intimate love, kneaded together into a piece of soft sand.

Her face was like a lotus blossom, gently basking in the warmth of spring.

Her waist was slender and graceful, yet not exaggerated.

Her eyes were bleary with drunkenness, and her delicate hands were soaked with sweat.

Her heart fluttered, her skin as soft as spring's warmth.

Do not say that earthly joys are short-lived, for this sentiment truly resides in the royal court.

......

The two had just finished their lovemaking, but their passion had not yet subsided. They straightened their clothes, embraced each other, and sat on the bed.

Wang Yu raised his hand, gently removed a pearl hairpin from Liu Wuniang's hair, and tenderly tidied her slightly disheveled hair, whispering:

"Wu Niang, you're different today than usual. Why are you being so indulgent with me?"

Liu Wuniang nestled in his arms and whispered softly:

"Yu'er, if I don't listen to you, who else can I listen to? In this vast harem, only you confide in me and treat me so gently."

Wang Yu lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his tone resolute: "Wu Niang, don't worry, I will surely ascend the throne in the future, and then you will be my empress."

Liu Wuniang gently tapped his chest with her fingertip, half reproachfully and half probing: "Don't talk nonsense, this is not proper at all."

Wang Yu grasped her hand and pressed it against his chest, saying in a deep voice, "If I betray you, may I never have any hope of becoming emperor and may I die a miserable death."

Liu Wuniang's eyes flickered slightly, and she asked softly, "I don't believe it entirely either... Tell me, how do the women you've met outside compare to me?"

Wang Yu sneered, hugged her tightly, and said in a tone full of doting: "You're just an ordinary woman. If anyone can compare to you, it's Fu Yaoqin, whom I met in Qingjiang City."

Liu Wuniang suddenly broke free from Wang Yu's embrace, her almond-shaped eyes glaring: "Fu Yaoqin, who is that?"

Seeing that she was jealous, Wang Yu reached out to put his arm around her shoulder, softening his tone:

"She is the owner of the singing house in Qingjiang City. I think the singing house is called... Yayin House."

As Liu Wuniang raised her hand to slap his arm, she said coquettishly, "How dare you say a courtesan is better than me?"

Wang Yu quickly grabbed her hand that was slapping him away, and with his other hand, he pulled her towards him by the waist.

"Don't be hasty, I only said she's comparable to you, not that she's better than you!"

"Fine, I won't make things difficult for you."

Having said that, Liu Wuniang lowered her eyes, gently tugged at his earlobe with her fingers, and asked softly:

"Yu'er, what if His Majesty finds out about our actions...?"

A cold glint appeared in Wang Yu's eyes. He reached out and grabbed the back of her head, pressing her down tightly.

"So be it. For you, I dare to rebel against my father, and I dare to seize the world."

......

Yu Shinan bid farewell to Wang Jiling and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Li Xuanwei, the deputy supervisor beside him, stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Supervisor Yu, you don't look well today?"

Yu Shinan said in a deep voice, "In the past, His Majesty's head was adorned with auspicious purple aura, but today a green aura has suddenly risen. I really can't see through it."