Transmigrating into a book, seducing him to rise to power

Why?

Why not?

Su Jingyao gently cupped Jun Zechen's face in her fair and slender hands, her eyes calm as she gazed at him quietly.

Jun Zechen frowned, his face full of guilt, his voice low and tinged with urgency.

"It was my fault this time, Yao Yao, please forgive me?"

"It was Consort Ye who deliberately let Yao Yao know that I ordered Imperial Physician Li to prevent pregnancy for you. It was also Consort Ye who showed Yao Yao the letters that I had used to bewitch the Ye family. It was Consort Ye who was trying to sow discord between Yao Yao and me."

Jun Zechen spoke while nervously looking at Su Jingyao.

"My heart belongs only to Yaoyao. I will pretend I didn't see the words on this paper today. Yaoyao, don't let Consort Ye's conspiracy succeed."

Jun Zechen embraced Su Jingyao, his eyes filled with pleading and fervor. He was afraid that she would truly take back her pure and precious heart.

He could not accept this outcome.

"Your Majesty, Consort Ye was wrong because her motives were impure, but she did not lie. I dare not blame Your Majesty. As you said, the contraceptive was for my health, and the confinement of the Su family was to deal with the Ye family."

Su Jingyao's gaze never left Jun Zechen. A faint sadness lingered on her face, and her voice, though soft, was crystal clear.

"This time, due to Consort Ye's deliberate scheme, I have been depressed, repressed, in pain, and helpless for several months."

"Last time, Your Majesty abandoned me on my birthday because of Consort Ling. I tried to drown my sorrows in wine, but it only made my sorrow worse. There have been many other times like this... I have been very sad."

As she said this, a tear welled up in Su Jingyao's eyes. She lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes trembling gently.

"Your Majesty should not have such feelings. It was I who was ignorant and did not understand that Your Majesty is first and foremost the emperor, and only secondly the husband of my country."

Su Jingyao raised her head again, a hint of relief in her eyes, and took a deep breath.

"My heart is as free as white clouds, and my will is as free as flowing water; this is what I desire."

"Your Majesty, please have pity on me and let me calm down. I don't want to be trapped in these conflicting emotions."

Su Jingyao and Jun Zechen looked at each other, their eyes filled with sincerity that seemed to reach the depths of one's soul.

She turned her head and glanced at the Xuan paper that the man had ravaged beyond recognition.

"I wrote this without any other meaning. If Your Majesty values ​​my abilities, I will be a good Imperial Noble Consort and manage the affairs of the harem well, so that Your Majesty will not have to worry about the scheming in the harem." Her expression was calm and firm as she spoke.

Su Jingyao spoke slowly, word by word, and with each word she uttered, Jun Zechen's heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

It sank little by little.

His face grew increasingly pale, his eyes filled with pain and resentment.

He knew she was always eloquent and insightful, but he never expected her to be so sharp, leaving him speechless and unsure how to respond.

Jun Zechen didn't want to treat her with the same formality. He hoped she could be as warm and affectionate towards him as before, but if he expressed his thoughts now, it would seem as if he didn't care about her feelings.

If he were to agree to her explanation, wouldn't that mean she would only be his Imperial Noble Consort from now on, and no longer his intimate lover?

A deep madness gradually crept into Jun Zechen's eyes, his gaze filled with stubbornness.

"Yaoyao is my most beloved person, my wife, and the empress who shares my joys and sorrows and the world with me."

His voice trembled slightly, as if he was trying his best to control the surging emotions inside him.

"Ever since I met Yao Yao, I've been like a poison, completely addicted to you. But now Yao Yao is telling me you need to settle down?"

His eyes were filled with disbelief. "Then where should I place my uncontrollable heart?"

Su Jingyao's previously composed demeanor was instantly shattered and utterly broken after hearing Jun Zechen's deeply affectionate words.

Her eyes trembled slightly, and she involuntarily closed them.

A tear slowly rolled down her cheek, the teardrop seemingly carrying endless sorrow.

"But His Majesty's most beloved person was Consort Ling, His Majesty personally acknowledged Consort Ling as his wife, and His Majesty personally promised Consort Ling as his empress!"

Her voice trembled, filled with despair and sorrow, "How can I trust Your Majesty?"

Her emotions were nearly out of control. "Your Majesty, I don't want to end up like Consort Ling, losing my true self. I feel anger, jealousy, and a desire to make all the women who stole Your Majesty disappear. Your Majesty, please tell me, what should I do?"

Every word Su Jingyao uttered seemed to be stained with blood, a hoarse, low scream that seemed to pierce Jun Zechen's heart.

"No, Yao Yao, I hereby bestow upon you the title of Empress. Yao Yao is my only Empress, my wife who will grow old with me. The title is yours, and my heart is yours too."

Seeing her aggrieved and sad appearance, Jun Zechen felt inexplicably relieved.

It's much better for her to be so heartbroken and lash out at him than to be so cold and indifferent as before.

At least by exposing her emotions, she could clearly see to Jun Zechen that she cared about him and loved him, which rekindled a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Su Jingyao vented her emotions for a while, then slowly lowered her head.

Her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings.

When she heard Jun Zechen promise to make her empress, a hint of smugness flashed imperceptibly in her lowered eyes.

Then, as if she had finally let go of all her stubbornness and strength, she leaned softly against him and rested her head on his body.

Her voice was soft, yet carried a hint of heartbreaking resolve.

"If Your Majesty ever dislikes me again, please tell me. Even if it breaks my heart, I will take back my feelings so as not to cause Your Majesty any trouble or distress."

Upon hearing her words, Jun Zechen was stunned for a moment, then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Does Yao Yao mean she has forgiven him?

Jun Zechen lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of her tear-filled eye, his movements exceptionally gentle, yet brimming with intense affection.

"No, my whole heart is completely occupied by Yao Yao."

Having said that, Jun Zechen seemed unable to suppress his emotions any longer, and his kiss suddenly plunged into the woman's sweet mouth.

His kiss was domineering and forceful, as if he wanted to release all the fear and unease he had just felt because of the words of the woman in his arms in this kiss.

So, the fact that she didn't love him could terrify him so much...

The two kissed passionately for a long, long time, and Su Jingyao's fair face was flushed with a radiant blush, like a blooming flower.

The corners of her eyes were damp with tears, traces of both recent tears and tears that had welled up again from the man's fierce kiss.

Su Jingyao leaned against him, breathing heavily, slowly calming the rapid breathing caused by the passionate kiss.

Just then, Anshun walked in with a look of utter despair, his steps slightly heavy.

"This servant greets Your Majesty and the Imperial Noble Consort."

Jun Zechen slowly raised his eyes, his gaze filled with impatience, which fell directly on An Shun like a knife.

An Shun's body trembled uncontrollably, and he spoke with difficulty, "Your Majesty, Consort Ye is kneeling at the gate of Zhaochun Palace, begging to see you."

Anshun felt utterly helpless; he truly did not want to disrupt the atmosphere between His Majesty and the Imperial Noble Consort.

But Consort Ye is almost four months pregnant. If anything happens to the imperial heir, His Majesty may not punish him, but the Empress Dowager will definitely not let him off the hook.

Upon hearing Anshun's report, Su Jingyao's previously shy expression instantly turned cold, and she got off Jun Zechen's lap.

The voice said calmly, "Your Majesty, Consort Ye is pregnant. Your Majesty should go and see her."

"I feel a little tired, so I'm going back to my bedchamber to rest."

Jun Zechen glared fiercely at An Shun, his eyes filled with authority and anger.

He then quickly stood up, grabbed Su Jingyao's slender hand, and with a forceful movement, easily lifted her up in his arms.

"Consort Ye is scheming and plots to harm the Imperial Noble Consort. She is insubordinate and disrespectful to those in high positions. Since she insists on kneeling in Zhaochun Palace, let her kneel there properly until the Imperial Noble Consort is pleased."

After saying these words, Jun Zechen carried Su Jingyao steadily toward the bedroom.

Su Jingyao naturally reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Consort Ye is pregnant. If His Majesty treats her like this, the Empress Dowager will be displeased."

"She didn't care that the imperial heir knelt at the entrance of Zhaochun Palace threatening me. Would the Empress Dowager blame me?" Her tone was tinged with disdain.

"Moreover, there are countless women who want to bear my imperial offspring. Consort Ye is ungrateful and dares to request an audience with me at this time. Punish her if you will, Yao Yao, you don't need to care."

Jun Zechen spoke with complete indifference, as if these women were nothing more than dispensable beings in his eyes.

It doesn't matter which of these women in the harem gives birth; their children will only become stepping stones and whetstones for future stars.

When Jun Zechen was a child, he desperately wanted to gain his father's favor, but after he became emperor himself, he gradually understood his father's thoughts.

He wouldn't give Xingxing the love of a father; Xingxing would have to experience the hardships of becoming emperor on her own, and his love would only make her complacent.

Jun Zechen carried Su Jingyao to the bedroom, placed her on the bed, and then lay down beside her, supporting himself on the bed with one hand while gently removing her hairpin with the other.

Jun Zechen leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her skin.

"Yaoyao, I've really missed you these past month or so."

Su Jingyao flinched slightly at his intense breath, but where he couldn't see, her eyes sparkled, and her expression was incredibly alluring.

Now that we've secured the Empress's position, let's give him a taste of his own medicine today.

After all, the two had been in a cold war for more than a month.

Su Jingyao turned her head to look at him, her eyes full of smiles, "What does Your Majesty think?"

Because of her provocative words, Jun Zechen whispered a few more words in her ear, his words filled with ambiguity and tenderness.

A shy expression immediately appeared on Su Jingyao's face, making her look truly pitiful.

It turns out that the arrogant young man was too much, and he asked the beauty to lie down so that he could get fire from across the mountain.

Su Jingyao gave him a shy glare with her beautiful eyes, then gave in to him.

Half an hour had passed, but the woman's soft moans continued unabated. The boudoir was warm, and she was still not tired of the pleasure.

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