Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

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The hour of Si (9-11 AM) is approaching.

On the bright yellow imperial desk lay a fragment of a star map, its surface wrinkled from being handled.

Emperor Wang Jiling of the Great Sheng Dynasty lightly touched the crimson mark on the map with his fingertip, then looked up at Yu Shinan, who was bowing below the steps:

"Supervisor Yu, we've been investigating these unusual celestial phenomena for almost a month now. How are your predictions regarding the fate of the nation coming along?"

Yu Shinan straightened his back even more, holding the meticulously compiled star track book in both hands, and said, word by word:

"Your Majesty, please grant me your permission! I, along with a group of Qi refiners from the Imperial Observatory, have deciphered the profound mystery of the Ancestral Dragon's true Qi!"

This ancestral dragon is the head of all dragons. Ancient books say that dragons are lustful and will have relations with anyone.

Therefore, the person reincarnated with the aura of the ancestral dragon must be someone who indulges in gentle pleasures and craves women!

Wang Jiling frowned and slammed his hand on the table: "What a joke! This kind of person can threaten the dynasty?"

Yu Shinan lowered his body, his voice even lower, trembling with barely concealed emotion:

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger. The Ancestral Dragon has reappeared and shaken the heavens. A single sword strike and the dragon's roar shakes the dynasty!"

Although dragons are prone to lust, they possess the power of thunder; their indulgence in tenderness is merely a facade.

Like the lotus seed, clear as water, its heart thoroughly red, concealing within it a terrifying sword bone!

Wang Jiling's lips curled into a sneer: "Oh? So the Heaven-Shattering Sword Bone can threaten the dynasty?"

Yu Shinan lowered his body further, the veins on his forehead throbbing slightly: "Your Majesty, forgive my bluntness! There are indeed people in the world who can cultivate a sword spirit capable of destroying a city with a single strike."

Wang Jiling tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest of the throne, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Whose sword is powerful enough to destroy a city?"

Yu Shinan suddenly looked up, his pupils shrinking sharply:

"The Earth Immortal asks the Way, and the Sword Immortal's sword is enough to destroy a city? For example, Mei Xingyao, who died and disappeared eighteen years ago!"

If it weren't for the three powerful vassal kings' subordinates working together with ten thousand armored soldiers to wear down his cultivation, he would have been in serious trouble.

At that time, he was only one step away from entering the Earth Immortal Dao Inquiry Realm.

Wang Jiling abruptly stopped tapping, his eyes darkening, and he said coldly:

"By my decree, all officials of the Imperial Observatory, along with the alchemists, shall investigate for me day and night!"

"We must find this person who possesses the true energy of the Ancestral Dragon and eliminate him before he reaches the Sword Immortal realm!"

Yu Shinan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly bowed and kowtowed: "Your subject obeys the decree!"

"Step down!" Wang Jiling waved his hand.

Yu Shinan dared not delay, and respectfully withdrew, holding the Star Orbit Book.

Wang Jiling then raised his hands and pressed them against his temples, rubbing them vigorously with his fingertips, a layer of restless weariness spreading between his brows.

He turned his head and gazed intently at Su Ruan'er, who stood to the side with her head bowed.

"I have a headache!"

Su Ruan'er understood immediately. She stepped forward gracefully, loosened the tie around her neck, and as she bent over, her robe opened slightly, revealing a soft satin bodice underneath.

The abundant fabric stretched the satin to its full, rounded shape, barely managing to drape in a gentle arc, as if it couldn't hold it all, swaying slightly with her movements.

Su Ruan'er leaned forward slightly, carefully supporting the back of Wang Jiling's head, and guiding him towards her chest.

That warm, soft touch instantly enveloped Wang Jiling's cheeks, the soft flesh on both sides pressing slightly together.

It buried half of his face in it, as if it wanted to sink the person in completely.

Wang Jiling hummed in agreement, subconsciously rubbing her head against the soft, moist surface, and gently shook her head.

The sweet fragrance emanating from Su Ruan'er lingered in his nostrils, and even the irritation he had felt earlier due to the criticism seemed to dissipate with her gentle warmth.

The head eunuch standing to the side kept his eyes downcast, his lowered eyelids trembling slightly; clearly, this was already a daily routine for Emperor Wang Jiling.

Just as Wang Jiling was immersed in the tenderness, a respectful announcement came from outside the hall:

"Her Majesty the Empress has arrived!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the Empress, dressed in a phoenix robe, slowly stepped into the hall, the gilded phoenix pattern gleaming coldly in the bright yellow light.

Her gaze swept over the scene before the throne, her brows immediately furrowing, but she said nothing to the emperor, only turning to Su Ruan'er, her voice as cold as ice:

"You may leave now."

Su Ruan'er stiffened and hurriedly tried to get up to leave, but Wang Jiling wrapped his arms around her waist, his head still pressed against her chest, his tone lazy with a hint of impatience:

"What's the rush?"

The Empress stood below the steps, the pearls and jade on her phoenix crown swaying gently. "Your Majesty, I have something to discuss with you privately."

Wang Jiling remained silent for a moment, then gently stroked Su Ruan'er's waist with his fingertips before slowly releasing his grip.

Su Ruan'er felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She bowed and quickly retreated.

Seeing this, the head eunuch beside him quickly bowed respectfully and took his leave, closing the palace door behind him.

The ambiguous and solemn atmosphere of the room was reserved for the emperor on the throne and the empress below.

The Empress raised her eyes to look at the throne, her brows furrowing even more deeply, her voice carrying an uncontrollable somber tone:

"Your Majesty, don't you think you're being too affectionate with that Su Ruan'er?"

Wang Jiling leaned lazily against the armrest of the throne, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the lingering warmth and softness of the touch:

"What kind of intimacy is this? When I was a child, my mother comforted me in the same way when I had headaches and cold hands."

The Empress's expression darkened, and the hem of her phoenix robe swayed slightly.

"But you are not a child anymore, and... why does Your Majesty insist on Su Ruan'er? I don't understand."

Wang Jiling lifted his eyelids slightly, his tone indifferent: "She can warm my hands! She can relieve my headache."

The Empress suddenly took two steps forward, her chest heaving slightly, and her voice rose sharply, carrying a hint of stubbornness:

"I can do it too!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiling finally looked at her directly, raising an eyebrow slightly with a hint of disdain: "Oh? Can you do it?"

The Empress followed his gaze and glanced down, a pang of bitterness crossing her heart—

It's simply impossible!

"But I have others..."

The Empress lowered her eyes, the pearls and jade on her phoenix hairpin swaying gently, her voice trembling softly: "Your Majesty, please come with me."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the hidden warm pavilion on the west side of the Zichen Palace, and pushed open the hidden door carved with golden lantern flowers.

That was her and Wang Jiling's private space...

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The empress lay face down on the bed, the whip marks on her back causing her so much pain that she dared not turn to the side.

The palace maid held the ointment, her fingertips touching the slightly cool paste, and carefully applied it to her back.

"Your Majesty, why are you putting yourself through this?"

The palace maid's voice was full of heartache, and she loosened her grip even more.

The Empress's hair fell loose, obscuring her eyes and brows, and her voice was as calm as a deep pool: "Only in this way can we win His Majesty's heart."

The palace maid paused, a chill creeping into her heart.

If it weren't for the astonishing efficacy of the scar-removing medicine secretly prepared by the Imperial Medical Academy, it would probably be...

This emperor is truly monstrous.

The palace maid lowered her eyelids, suppressing the thought in her heart, not daring to reveal the slightest hint of anything amiss.

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