Entering the palace means entering a high position; I'm His Majesty's cousin, who am I afr

Pei Yan was speechless for a moment.

He didn't respond, but Shen Jiayu wasn't discouraged.

In her mind, not refusing meant agreeing.

Shen Jiayu said, "Now it's all right. His Majesty was angry once, and I was angry once. The two are even, so neither of us owes the other anything."

Pei Yan was completely speechless.

What kind of twisted logic is this?

Compared to the emperor, his cousin is truly the first person to achieve this.

Shen Jiayu picked up her pen again and continued writing the remaining part.

She quieted down again.

Pei Yan felt that this was much better than her chattering earlier, so she didn't care that she was ignoring her and went to do her own thing.

Under the soft candlelight, one person holds a pen while the other sits quietly, much like an ordinary couple.

After spending some time with her, Pei Yan began to feel something was off.

The man would write for a while, then look up at him for a moment, grin foolishly, and then lower his head to rewrite.

This was repeated several times.

I don't know why they acted this way.

When she looked up again, Pei Yan finally couldn't hold back any longer. His usually indifferent, sword-like brows furrowed slightly. "Is there something on my face?"

Shen Jiayu shook her head and said, "No."

Pei Yan then asked, "What are you looking at?"

Shen Jiayu looked stumped by the question and stammered for a moment before saying, "I will tell Your Majesty after I finish writing this Buddhist scripture."

Pei Yan wanted to see what she was up to.

He tapped his knuckles lightly on the table, gesturing in a deep voice, "Write."

Under his watchful eye, Shen Jiayu had no choice but to lower her head and continue writing.

I finally finished writing before running out of ink.

Shen Jiayu tidied up the Buddhist scriptures she had written and stretched out her hand.

"I'm so tired from writing, Your Majesty, please give Ayu a hand massage."

Pei Yan lowered his eyes.

The hands stretched out in front of him were fair and slender, with ten fingers as smooth and flawless as jade, extremely beautiful.

But the owner of those hands said something truly shocking.

Pei Yan asked, "What did you say?"

The woman opposite her thought she hadn't heard her clearly, so she repeated softly, "Your Majesty, please massage Ayu's hands."

Pei Yan's expression turned cold, and his words were equally chilling: "You're being insolent."

The emperor was enraged.

The palace servants who were serving inside the hall all knelt down in a rush.

But Shen Jiayu was not afraid. She said, "Then I will complain to my aunt."

Pei Yan: ?

For a moment he thought he had misheard.

You can hear it in your ears, and that's exactly how it is.

Pei Yan belatedly realized that he had been threatened.

He reigned as emperor for ten years, wielding immense power and unchallenged by anyone. Yet today, he is being threatened by a mere young girl.

Pei Yan did not erupt.

He just found it funny.

Shen Jiayu continued, "This concubine told my aunt that His Majesty dislikes this concubine and even berates her."

Pei Yan wasn't buying it.

He held back his temper and stayed there, just to see what other trouble she could cause.

He scoffed, "Then go ahead and complain."

Shen Jiayu seemed surprised by his answer, and her expression changed several times.

Finally, he opened the drawer, took out a jar of ointment, and, with his head down, slowly applied it to the back of his hand.

They looked so wronged and pitiful.

Pei Yan remained unmoved and just watched coldly.

He couldn't help but wonder if he had made a mistake in choosing this cousin to enter the palace.

Too spoiled.

Too willful.

She had no awareness whatsoever of being a concubine.

But what's done is done, so be it. Anyway, the palace isn't short of food and drink, so we'll just have to provide for her.

Shen Jiayu finished rubbing the ointment before raising her eyes again.

She first dismissed the servants, then looked at Pei Yan before saying hesitantly, "This concubine will not complain. This concubine likes Your Majesty."

Pei Yan felt that his cousin seemed to have some kind of ability to change her expression.

I'm going to file a complaint against him later.

A moment later she said she liked him.

Extremely contradictory.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Shen Jiayu slowly got up and walked towards him.

Pei Yan was puzzled.

Shen Jiayu suddenly took his hand and, before the emperor could react, sat on his lap.

She answered the initial question: "Because Your Majesty is handsome, I like you very much."

As the soft, fragrant, and warm jade entered his arms, Pei Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his body involuntarily tensed up.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he tried to push the person away, "Stop messing around."

Unexpectedly, Shen Jiayu, seemingly delicate and boneless, nestled against him, pressing even closer. "I'm not being silly. Someone told me before that Your Majesty is handsome. But I never imagined Your Majesty was this handsome."

Shen Jiayu scrutinized the handsome face before her. "I regret it. I should have accompanied my aunt to worship Buddha after serving her in bed!"

Her voice was filled with regret and remorse, completely unaware of the shocking things she had just said.

Pei Yan's nose was suddenly filled with the sweet fragrance of a woman. He raised his hand and used the base of his thumb to hold Shen Jiayu's head, which kept leaning closer, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know what you're saying? Do you know what you're doing?"

Shen Jiayu's lower face was held in the man's palm, and she couldn't speak.

She could only blink her watery eyes to indicate that she understood.

Pei Yan's patience ran out, and his face turned cold.

With a slight effort, he picked up the person in his arms and roughly threw him onto the couch.

He grabbed Shen Jiayu's chin, looking down at her. "So you want to serve me in bed?"

Shen Jiayu nodded, then shook her head, and said honestly, "Yes. But it's too late now."

Pei Yan said expressionlessly, "That's alright, I'll teach you what you can say and what you can't say."

Shen Jia looked at his expression, unable to discern his emotions. She asked nervously, "Is Your Majesty going to reprimand me?"

Pei Yan said, "Yes, I'll teach you a lesson."

The province is so spoiled that it's beyond recognition, and the children are completely ignorant of their own limitations.

His eyes were as deep as an abyss as he commanded, "Open your mouth."

Shen Jiayu didn't understand, but she still did as she was told and slightly parted her lips.

The next moment, her soft, warm tongue was stirred, entangled, and plundered.

Shen Jiayu's eyes widened instantly.

She seemed to know what the punishment was.

But she couldn't speak; she could only look at the man with pleading eyes.

But the man's expression clearly told her that begging for mercy was useless.

Shen Jiayu instinctively reached out to push him away.

Her slender, white wrists were grabbed by the man's large hand and pressed above her head.

She was manipulated and controlled even more thoroughly.

……

……

After everything was over, Shen Jiayu didn't even have the strength to sob. She stared blankly at the tassels hanging down from the octagonal plum blossom palace lantern in the hall.

Her lips were incredibly vibrant, a deep red like a flower, and swollen beyond recognition.

I was in a daze.

Pei Yan got off the bed, his clothes still neat and tidy, only his slender fingers were damp with water.

He slowly and deliberately wiped himself with a handkerchief.

Now that the lesson has been taught and the person has behaved themselves, Pei Yan is in a better mood than before.

He stepped out of the hall and ordered, "Return to the palace."

Qing'an, who was waiting under the corridor, was covered in cold sweat, and his clothes were soaked through.

His Majesty was angry just now, and Consort Gui sent them away again.

But it made him anxious.

He was terrified that something might go wrong, and then it would be too late to plead for mercy.

Unexpectedly, after a while, His Majesty came out, but his expression was not as bad as before.

It seems he was worrying too much.

Qing'an quickly composed himself and called out, "Raise the sedan chair."

Before stepping out of the gates of Yihua Palace, he glanced back.

The entire hall was brightly lit, as dazzling as daytime.

Qing'an thought that from tonight onwards, this would be the beginning of Consort Shen's glorious career.

After all, over the years, she was the only one who could soothe the emperor's emotions.