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

This statement carries a subtle undertone of gritted teeth.

Shen Jiayu's heart skipped a beat, but she feigned composure and stubbornly said, "Your Majesty, please don't just..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Jiayu suddenly fell silent.

Because she felt a pair of cool, dry hands silently slip in from outside her clothes and slowly move away along her back.

Shen Jiayu felt a tightness in her throat and dared not move or make a sound for a moment.

Pei Yan touched that smooth, delicate, warm, snow-white skin, his eyes growing even deeper.

When he reached upwards, he encountered an obstacle, so he casually flicked it and pulled out the piece of fabric.

It is a soft satin bib embroidered with crabapple blossoms in Tianshui red.

The vibrant colors were particularly jarring on Pei Yan's pale palm.

Shen Jiayu was too weak to snatch it back; she was truly powerless to do so.

Because the emperor's other large hand was wreaking havoc on her body.

Shen Jiayu's breathing was completely disrupted.

Her eyes reddened, and she slumped into the emperor's arms like a pool of spring water.

Hearing her disordered breathing, Pei Yan lowered his eyes and asked, "The night has only just begun, and you're already out of energy?"

While waiting for a reply, he placed his palm on her full, soft body.

The woman usually appeared to have a slender waist and a delicate, frail appearance, but unexpectedly, she had everything she needed, and her body felt wonderful to the touch.

Shen Jiayu couldn't answer.

An unprecedentedly intense sensory stimulation overwhelmed her.

Her mind went blank; she couldn't think anymore and could only passively accept wave after wave of tides.

Pei Yan tossed the person onto the dragon bed with neither too much nor too little force.

The brocade curtains slowly fell.

It was at this moment that Shen Jiayu realized how vengeful the man in her body was.

He was completely torturing her.

Give her, but not enough, keeping her hanging on.

After igniting the heat completely, those large hands abruptly withdrew, never to touch again.

The pleasure came to an abrupt end, and Shen Jiayu was so anxious she almost cried, rubbing against him haphazardly and without any rhythm.

Pei Yan slowly looked at her. When she leaned in close, he neither pushed her away nor responded.

A thin layer of tears welled up in Shen Jiayu's shimmering eyes. She clutched Pei Yan's sleeve, her voice soft and trembling, "Your Majesty..."

Pei Yan continued to ignore him.

Shen Jiayu hugged his waist, leaned forward and kissed him, kissing his lips, his neck, and his wrist.

Her voice trembled with distress, almost breaking into a sob: "Your Majesty..."

Pei Yan finally made a move. He pinched her delicate chin and said, "You asked for this yourself, so you have to bear the consequences. You can't go back on your word."

Shen Jiayu naturally couldn't understand what he was saying. She simply opened her lips and gently bit the man's tiger's mouth, as if afraid of hurting him, and then licked it again in a coaxing manner.

Pei Yan's Adam's apple bobbed, and lust welled up in his eyes.

He gently stroked Shen Jiayu's delicate and soft lips with his fingertips for a while, then leaned down.

The bedding was in disarray.

The air was scorching hot.

The crabapple bud, which was about to bloom, was fully opened, and its beauty was breathtaking.

The spring rain was long and torrential all night. At first, the flower branches could still tremble slightly, but later they could only be manipulated and picked by people, until the rain and dew soaked and drenched the layers of crabapple petals.

Shen Jiayu cried even harder than during the day, but the man showed no pity and neither comforted her nor stopped her crying.

Time and again, they are tossed to the clouds, only to fall heavily the next moment, over and over again.

……

……

This absurdity didn't end until midnight.

After being washed, Pei Yan lay on the outside of the dragon bed, his mind fully awake.

Just as he had thought, she was different from those conventional concubines.

Inexperienced, delicate, yet bold and passionate.

The feeling it evoked is indescribable.

If I had to describe it, it would be that it's addictive and irresistible.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Pei Yan's eyes. He sighed and was about to close his eyes when he heard a noise beside him.

He turned his head to look.

Shen Jiayu came closer.

She must have been extremely tired and was fast asleep. She instinctively sought out a source of warmth and snuggled up to me.

She looked exceptionally well-behaved and endearing in this state, not moving around, just nestled against someone, sleeping peacefully.

Pei Yan watched for a while, then embraced the person and fell asleep.

outside the temple.

Qing'an is on night duty today, waiting obediently under the eaves.

Before the Imperial Chamberlain had left, he hesitated for a long time before stepping forward and asking, "Chief Eunuch Qing, is it all over here? If it's over, we need to send Consort Zhao back."

Tonight has been full of twists and turns.

The fact that Consort Shen was not waiting in the side hall as required by custom had already made them tremble with fear.

Later, seeing that the emperor did not blame him, he felt somewhat relieved.

However, after they had asked for water once in the palace, before they could even serve Consort Shen and have her leave, the emperor dismissed them.

They ordered water a second time...

That was the third time...

The noise inside gradually subsided. Were they going to be unable to get in or not?

Shangqin was caught in a dilemma and had no choice but to ask Qing'an for instructions.

Qing'an looked up at the bright moon in the sky and sighed, "Don't you understand yet?"

Shang Qin was taken aback: "What?"

Qing'an had no choice but to be more explicit: "Consort Shen will not be coming out tonight. This is none of your business. Go back."

The Imperial Chamberlain, realizing what was happening only after a moment's shock, stammered, "Does the Chief Eunuch mean that Consort Shen intends to stay overnight at Xuanzheng Hall?"

Qing'an glanced back at the tightly closed palace doors and nodded, saying, "That's correct."

Shang Qin stood there, unable to recover for a long time.

During the reign of Emperor Zhaoqi, there was no precedent for concubines staying overnight.

The emperor was aloof and disliked going to the harem. When summoning concubines to his bedchamber, it was always done in a side hall.

After the ceremony, the emperor returned to the main hall to rest, while the women went to a side hall to help the concubines who had been to the emperor's bedchamber to get dressed and then escorted them back to the inner palace.

This has always been the case.

Even for the three most prestigious consorts, such as Consort Li, Consort Hui, and Consort Lan, the same principle applied when they served the emperor.

No concubine ever stayed overnight in Xuanzheng Hall, not even in a side hall.

But tonight, the emperor broke with tradition and had sex with someone in the main hall. He did it repeatedly and even kept the person behind.

This is an immense honor...

Shang Qin thought about everything that had happened tonight and swallowed hard.

In the past, the palace servants would say that Consort Shen, who was related to His Majesty by blood, would surely be promoted to the rank of a second-grade imperial concubine in the future, and was a promising person.

I only found out tonight.

The palace servants were completely wrong.

The woman inside, Consort Shen, is not only a concubine, but she might not even be considered a Noble Consort.

She took a deep breath and bowed to Qing'an, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Steward."

Afterwards, she left Xuanzheng Hall with a group of female officials from the Shangqin Bureau.