Transmigrating into a book, seducing him to rise to power

As evening approached, the light in the East Palace study gradually softened.

Jun Zechen sat upright in the head seat, his figure appearing exceptionally tall and imposing in the dim candlelight.

Having just finished dealing with the edict issued by Emperor Jingsheng, he slightly raised his head, his eyes revealing a hint of fatigue.

He then asked casually, "What has the concubine been doing these past few days?"

Anshun stood respectfully to the side, bowing his head as he replied.

"Your Highness, the concubines have been summoned to Kunning Palace by the Empress these past few days, and they stay there for two hours at a time."

As the chief eunuch by the Crown Prince's side, nothing in the Eastern Palace could escape his surveillance.

Anshun was somewhat surprised.

He slightly raised his eyes and secretly glanced at Jun Zechen.

Doesn't Your Highness usually only care about the Crown Princess?

Jun Zechen tapped his fingers lightly on the table, as if he was pondering something.

"Do you know why the Empress Dowager summoned her?"

Anshun hesitated for a moment, then answered cautiously.

"It must still be about His Highness's offspring. Consort Su, she..."

At this point, Anshun's voice involuntarily lowered, becoming somewhat hesitant.

Jun Zechen frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

He pressed further, "What happened to her?"

"Every day, the Empress would have Consort Su copy palace rules and regulations for women, and she would not return to the East Palace until almost dinner time."

The Empress did this precisely to show the Crown Prince, so she made no attempt to hide anything and openly punished him in front of him.

So Anshun naturally knew, but he wouldn't say anything unless the Crown Prince asked.

Jun Zechen's eyes darkened.

Unexpectedly, the Empress Dowager had been making things difficult for Su Jingyao all along.

"Why didn't you inform me sooner?"

"This servant knows his crime."

Anshun felt an unspeakable bitterness in his heart.

In the inner courtyard of the Eastern Palace, apart from matters concerning the Crown Princess that he needed to report on proactively, he only answered every question from His Highness.

After a brief silence, Jun Zechen slowly stood up.

He said in a deep voice, "Go to Xiyan Palace."

"Yes, Your Highness," Anshun replied hastily.

Evening Glory Palace.

Su Jingyao leaned gently against the soft couch.

Granny Li carefully took the ointment, gently applied it to her wrist, and pressed it lightly.

"My lord, your wrists are starting to swell today. How can you continue copying every day? Please go and tell His Highness the Crown Prince about this."

Granny Li looked at her with a face full of heartache, her brows furrowed and her eyes filled with worry.

Su Jingyao was just about to casually offer a few words of comfort to Granny Li, after all, Granny Li had been by her side for many years, how could she not know the tenderness she felt for her?

Unexpectedly... the wind chimes by the window suddenly started ringing.

A strange glint flashed in her eyes.

A helpless expression immediately appeared on his face.

Su Jingyao frowned slightly and parted her lips slightly.

"Her Majesty the Empress has always wanted me to consummate our marriage with His Highness. She presented me with the opportunity last time, but I refused. It's understandable that Her Majesty the Empress is angry these past few days."

"If copying palace rules and regulations for women can appease the Empress and even stop her from pressuring His Highness, what harm is there in that?"

Her voice was as gentle as a babbling brook, yet it carried a subtle bitterness.

Su Jingyao lowered her head slightly, her thick eyelashes trembling gently like small fans.

His gaze was somewhat dim, as if shrouded in a thin mist.

"Besides, His Highness is unwilling to consummate our marriage; his heart belongs only to my sister, the Crown Princess. His Highness is busy with state affairs every day; why should I make him even more agitated when he returns to the inner palace?"

Su Jingyao sighed softly.

A faint sadness lingered in his eyes, which were as clear as autumn water, as if a thousand sorrows were swirling within them.

But she is not a despondent person.

After a brief pause, she raised her face and smiled slightly.

"Things in this world can never go as one wishes, but one should strive to have a clear conscience."

A relieved smile appeared on her face, as bright and beautiful as a flower blooming in spring.

"What a 'clear conscience'!"

Just then, Jun Zechen strode in with a gloomy expression.

He had been standing outside the palace for quite some time, and had heard the conversation between the master and servant clearly.

Su Jingyao naturally knew he was outside the door, otherwise why would she be acting so diligently?

At that moment, her delicate body trembled violently, and her face showed an extremely surprised expression. Like a frightened deer, she quickly got off the soft couch.

She moved gracefully with light steps, walked up to Jun Zechen, and gave a gentle bow.

"This concubine greets Your Highness."

"Get up, all of you step back." Jun Zechen's voice was as cold as frost.

"Yes, Your Highness."

After all the palace servants had quietly left, Jun Zechen walked to the soft couch and sat down. His movements were calm and leisurely, as if this were his own territory.

Then he said softly, "Sit down."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Su Jingyao walked to the other side of the soft couch and sat down.

"Why didn't you tell me that Mother Empress had punished you by making you copy books these past few days?"

Jun Zechen asked casually while stroking the ring on his finger.

His gaze seemed casual, yet it subtly revealed a hint of pressure.

"It's just a small matter, Your Highness. I wouldn't dare trouble you."

Su Jingyao's expression was calm and her voice was soft and gentle, as if the matter was truly insignificant.

Yet, a barely perceptible sadness still flickered in her slightly lowered eyes.

Seeing that she didn't care about him at all, Jun Zechen felt a nameless fire ignite in his heart.

He suddenly reached out and, with lightning speed, grabbed Su Jingyao's right arm and raised it high in front of him.

The movement carried a hint of domineering, leaving no room for resistance.

Jun Zechen took a closer look.

Sure enough, her fair and delicate wrists were slightly swollen.

It's like a flaw appearing on a perfectly clear piece of jade, making one feel a pang of heartache upon seeing it.

This woman is delicate and frail, clearly unable to endure the slightest suffering, yet she seems to possess an extraordinary willpower.

This made Jun Zechen even angrier.

Su Jingyao frowned slightly, her slender eyebrows trembling gently as she tried to pull her right hand back.

However, the man's large hand gripped her arm tightly, rendering her unable to move.

Su Jingyao's arms twisted in the man's large hands as she struggled silently.

"If I remain unaware, are you planning to go to Kunning Palace every day to copy books? Until you ruin your hands?"

Jun Zechen's gaze was intense, burning like a torch, fixed intently on her.

His eyes held both anger and a hint of heartache that he himself was unaware of.

The voice was calm without the slightest fluctuation, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

As the crown prince, he always hoped that she would submit to him.

So he hasn't come to see her on his own initiative these past few days.

But her resolute stance of "preferring death to surrender" left him completely at a loss.

"Her Majesty the Empress is kind and benevolent; she will certainly not allow any problems to occur to my hands."

Su Jingyao parted her cherry lips slightly, her voice soft yet filled with stubbornness.

She raised her head and looked at Jun Zechen, her eyes filled with determination, as if she didn't care about anything she had gone through.

The nameless fire in Jun Zechen's heart burned brighter and brighter.

He swiftly and forcefully pulled Su Jingyao into his arms, then easily lifted her onto his lap.

The movements were executed in one fluid motion, carrying a domineering possessiveness.

Su Jingyao couldn't help but gasp softly as she sat on the man's strong lap.

Her beautiful eyes were wide with astonishment, her eyes as clear as autumn water.

Her body was still trembling slightly, as if she hadn't yet recovered from this sudden change.

Before Su Jingyao could react to their intimacy, the man's next words exploded in her ears like thunder.

"As long as you consummate your marriage with me, the Empress Dowager will no longer make things difficult for you. Beg me, and I will grant your request."

Jun Zechen's deep eyes were sharp and carried the imposing aura of a superior as he met Su Jingyao's gaze.

His eyes were as deep as cold stars, cold yet with a hint of heat, captivating those who couldn't escape them.

Jun Zechen wanted to break her proud wings and make her beg for mercy.

This was the first time Su Jingyao had looked at Jun Zechen so closely.

His eyebrows were like sharp swords, slanting upwards towards his temples, and beneath his high, straight nose were a pair of ruthless, thin lips.

The words he spoke made Su Jingyao's heart pound.

Jun Zechen placed his hand on her slender waist.

The delicate body in his arms exuded an intoxicating fragrance, and he couldn't help but pull her even closer.

After a long silence between them, Su Jingyao finally realized that his words seemed genuine.

He quickly concealed the shock on his face.

She said softly, "Has Your Highness forgotten what you said before?"

Hearing her soft question, Jun Zechen unconsciously tightened his grip on her waist.

Su Jingyao initially only furrowed her brows slightly and let out a soft groan.

But as Jun Zechen tightened his grip, her waist felt as if it were being clamped by iron pincers, causing her unbearable pain.

Her slender waist, as delicate as a willow branch, swayed in the man's large hands.

She tried to break free from his grasp, but to no avail.

She finally couldn't hold back any longer.

She cried out in a sweet voice, "It hurts!"

Tears welled up in Su Jingyao's eyes, and moisture swirled in her eyes.

She looked at the man in front of her, who was coldly bullying her, with a feeling of grievance and confusion.

"Now you feel the pain?"

"If it hurts, you should say so. When I punish you by making you copy books, you should do the same."

Jun Zechen just couldn't stand her not saying anything.

Su Jingyao bit her red lips, her pearly teeth almost embedding themselves in them.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with anger as she glared fiercely at Jun Zechen, refusing to utter another word.

How can this man be so shameless?

"Your Majesty the Empress has punished me by making me copy books, and I accept."

Seeing that she was still so stubborn, Jun Zechen tightened his grip even more.

"Do you know how to ask someone for a favor now?"

Su Jingyao's chest heaved noticeably with anger.

Can beating him to consummate the marriage be compared to begging him to loosen her waist?

However, Jun Zechen was an extremely patient hunter, and his grip on her waist showed no sign of loosening.

In the blink of an eye, half an hour had passed.

Su Jingyao's tears began to stream down her face due to the pain in her waist and the grievances in her heart.

Her waist must be bruised; that bastard doesn't care about her at all.

In his heart, he was the crown prince, living in a position of honor and privilege. How could he take the initiative to submit to a woman?

That's why he made her beg him again and again.

Ha, what a fool who buries his head in the sand.

Then the only option is to use softness to overcome hardness.

"Why does Your Highness always bully me? Waaah..."

Her cries were delicate and pitiful, like pear blossoms in the rain, as if she wanted to pour out all the grievances she had suffered since entering the Eastern Palace.

Her voice, as melodious as a nightingale's, carried endless sorrow, making one's heart ache.

It was clearly the man in front of her who told her not to have any illusions.

But when she sheathed all her sharpness and quietly retreated to a corner, he dragged her out without any regard for her feelings.

Jun Zechen felt his anger intensify because of her stubbornness.

His brows furrowed, a hint of anger flashing between them.

But seeing the woman's pitiful and innocent tearful eyes, his heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The hand holding her waist loosened its grip slightly.

However, this moment of relaxation was fleeting.

His gaze instantly sharpened, and he exuded a chilling aura of authority.

He is the crown prince of the kingdom. There is no woman in this world he cannot have, only women he desires or does not desire.

Jun Zechen suddenly picked her up in his arms.

He rose from the soft couch, his steps steady and swift, each step filled with unwavering determination, and strode toward the bedchamber.

Jun Zechen placed her on the bed.

"The Crown Princess has not given birth for two years. For the sake of my offspring, the Emperor bestowed you upon me. You should be clear about your identity and responsibilities."

His deep, cold voice rang in her ears, each word striking her heart like a heavy hammer.

She was merely a tool for him to continue his lineage, an object bestowed upon him by those in power.

Jun Zechen gently stroked her cheek, but his words were firm and carried an undeniable authority.

"To bear me an imperial heir."

"It is my duty to bear children for Your Highness."

"My body is like a fallen flower, and your heart is like flowing water. I will only do what is true to my conscience."

Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

After speaking, she faced the lofty Crown Prince with courage and composure.

Jun Zechen's face instantly darkened, and a hint of anger flashed across his handsome features.

Is she saying he's fickle?!

Why does such a delicate and fragile woman possess such a stubborn and strong-willed heart?

However, the woman's clarity of mind only fueled Jun Zechen's even stronger desire.

He wanted Su Jingyao to fall into the abyss of desire with him; he was unwilling to be the only one unknowingly bewitched!