Transmigrating into a book, seducing him to rise to power

Anshun, accompanied by a group of disguised guards, anxiously inquired along the way, constantly asking questions of those around him.

Even with a veil, Consort Su stood out in the crowd. Her graceful figure and unique charm made people want to take a second look.

Anyone who has ever seen it will likely have some impression of it.

Soon, several people informed them that a woman wearing a green dress had been seen on Linlang Street.

Upon receiving the news, Jun Zechen immediately rushed to Linlang Street.

His face was cold and he didn't say a word.

"Sir, according to previous investigations of the Second Madam, she goes to the Bodhi tree at the end of Linlang Street every year to admire the autumn blossoms. Today, many people saw a woman in a green dress on Linlang Street, so the Second Madam must have gone to the Bodhi tree."

As soon as Anshun finished speaking, Jun Zechen lifted his foot and strode quickly toward the Bodhi tree.

He naturally knew about that Bodhi tree; he had taken Ling Yue there last year.

When he arrived at the Bodhi tree, it was just as lively and bustling as in previous years.

People gathered below the stage, excitedly discussing something.

Jun Zechen frowned, a sense of anxiety rising in his heart. How could he find her with so many people around?

Just as he was having some trouble, he looked up and saw that the woman was actually on the stage.

Just then, Su Jingyao finished three rounds of the flower-writing game, and a respected old man on the stage announced that Su Jingyao had won and could hang a piece of paper on the Bodhi tree.

The old man, with a kind face, slowly walked up to Su Jingyao and said with a smile, "Miss is very knowledgeable. You have won three rounds. You can choose three colors from the five-colored paper."

"Red, yellow, and blue, please. Thank you."

The old man nodded in agreement.

Su Jingyao took the paper from the old man's hand with a bright smile on her face. Even her veil couldn't hide her bright and clear eyes, which showed just how happy she was after winning the flower game.

As Su Jingyao stepped off the stage, Si Nanyu, having already squeezed through the crowd to the front because she was on stage, arrived.

Su Jingyao also saw him, and with a bright smile, she proudly showed off the note in her hand to Si Nanyu.

Her movements were light and cheerful, like a happy little bird.

"I got it!"

Si Nanyu stared blankly at Su Jingyao, whose eyes seemed to hold a thousand stars, dazzling and bright. He was momentarily stunned, but quickly came back to his senses.

Miss Su should be radiant, not looking so sad and dejected when I first met her.

When Jun Zechen saw Su Jingyao on the stage, he originally wanted to walk over, but Su Jingyao walked straight towards a man.

He suddenly stopped walking, his eyes darkening.

Anshun obviously saw this scene as well, and his heart sank. Oh no, Consort Su is just adding fuel to the fire!

Then, seeing her relaxed and happy in front of the man, Jun Zechen's face immediately turned terribly gloomy, and his eyes were as sharp as a storm as he stared intently at Su Jingyao.

He clenched his fists, trying his best to control his emotions.

Su Jingyao seemed to have never smiled so easily and comfortably in front of him, and he had never seen her so confident and radiant.

In his presence, she always seemed to be a submissive, delicate, and fragile woman.

The people around him were intimidated by the man's aura and unconsciously began to move away, afraid of angering this terrifying man.

Su Jingyao took the flower tea that Si Nanyu had prepared in advance. The flower tea was served in an exquisite porcelain cup, with wisps of steam rising and exuding a faint jasmine fragrance.

When she went on stage to compete, Si Nanyu thoughtfully bought her flower tea, the same jasmine tea that Su Jingyao drinks every year.

After accepting the flower tea, Su Jingyao smiled sweetly, her eyes curving into crescents, her gaze filled with tenderness and gratitude.

"Thank you, Young Master Si."

After expressing her gratitude, she picked up the porcelain cup and took a small sip with her red lips.

The two then walked behind the platform, where many people who had won the flower-guessing game were holding paper slips, preparing to hang them on the Bodhi tree.

Jun Zechen had already arrived under the Bodhi tree. He stood there quietly, his black robe accentuating his tall and straight figure, yet exuding a terrifying aura that made people afraid to approach him.

Those around him seemed to feel the oppressive aura emanating from him, and they all unconsciously retreated.

As soon as Su Jingyao went over, she saw Jun Zechen. Her body stiffened abruptly, and panic flashed in her eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Su Jingyao froze, startled, and accidentally dropped the flower tea in her hand, splashing the tea and wetting her skirt.

"Miss Su, are you alright?"

Si Nanyu's attention was focused on Su Jingyao. Seeing her suddenly lose her composure, he quickly asked her with concern.

He didn't see Jun Zechen. Seeing Su Jingyao staring blankly in one direction, he followed her gaze. The moment he saw Jun Zechen, his expression instantly became complicated, with surprise and helplessness in his eyes.

He then took two steps back, keeping a distance from Su Jingyao. Seeing the Crown Prince's terrifying gaze, he naturally couldn't cause trouble for Miss Su.

He looked at Miss Su with some concern and sighed inwardly.

I really don't know what kind of life she lived in the Eastern Palace. The Crown Prince is so cold and aloof. Miss Su has been pampered since childhood and loved by everyone. How could she bear such treatment?

Looking at Jun Zechen's cold eyes, Su Jingyao felt a surge of bitterness in her heart.

She slowly stepped forward, walking towards Jun Zechen step by step, until she stopped in front of him.

Su Jingyao felt a little uneasy and softly called out, "Husband... Husband..."

His voice trembled slightly.

"You still remember that I'm your husband? You sneaked away during the Flower Festival just to meet another man?"

Jun Zechen's tone was calm and even, but his aura was cold and sharp.

Si Nanyu followed behind Su Jingyao and gave Jun Zechen a cupped-hand salute.

"Young master, I only met Miss Su by chance under the Bodhi tree. Please don't misunderstand."

He knew the Crown Prince was of high status, and Si Nanyu was nervous speaking to him like this, but he couldn't let the Crown Prince misunderstand Miss Su.

Hearing Si Nanyu defend her, Jun Zechen's anger surged even higher, but he remained calm on the surface.

"My husband, I come to the Bodhi tree every year to admire the red blossoms. It is truly a coincidence that I met Young Master Si today."

Su Jingyao raised her head and looked at Jun Zechen with sincere eyes, her big eyes clear and innocent.

Jun Zechen knew that Su Jingyao would not dare to secretly date other men, but when he came looking for her and saw her relaxed and carefree smile towards Si Nanyu, he felt a deep jealousy.

She had never laughed so heartily in front of him, nor had she laughed so genuinely.

"Young Master Si, please go back. My wife and I have some things to discuss, and it's not appropriate for outsiders to be present."

Si Nanyu sensed the rejection in Jun Zechen's voice and dared not confront the Crown Prince directly. After glancing worriedly at Su Jingyao, he bowed and left.

As soon as Si Nanyu left, Jun Zechen immediately took her hand and prepared to leave.

His grip was extremely strong, tightly holding Su Jingyao's wrist as if he wanted to crush her bones.

Su Jingyao felt a sharp pain in her wrist. She tried to break free, "Husband...it hurts...where are you taking me?"

"Going home, of course. Where else would you like to go?"

Jun Zechen looked at her with icy eyes, devoid of any emotion.

"My lord, I just won the flower-writing contest and want to hang the paper on the Bodhi tree. Could you wait for me?"

She looked at Jun Zechen with pleading eyes, her gaze filled with expectation.

Jun Zechen's gaze fell on the paper in her hand, and after a moment, it moved to her pitiful face. His dark eyes were as deep as an abyss, making it difficult to fathom what he was thinking at that moment.

Su Jingyao felt that his grip on her hand loosened slightly, so she took the opportunity to use a little force to pull her hand away from his grasp.

She lowered her head and said softly, "Thank you, my husband."

After saying that, he walked to a table to the side, on which were placed the Four Treasures of the Study, which were for people to write their blessings on paper.

Jun Zechen followed her indifferently, like a shadow.

The scholar, who was sitting at the table, felt an urge to strike up a conversation when he saw a woman with an outstanding temperament, like a fairy. However, when he saw Jun Zechen's cold and stern face, he immediately fell silent.

Su Jingyao picked up the calligraphy brush, preparing to write, but felt Jun Zechen watching her from behind.

She turned her head and said, "My husband, your wish won't come true if it's seen."

Su Jingyao suppressed the nervousness that arose from his arrival, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness, her meaning all too clear: she wanted Jun Zechen not to look at her prayers.

Jun Zechen glanced at her, then silently turned around, leaving her with a cold and indifferent back view.

Su Jingyao breathed a sigh of relief, her expression relaxing considerably. Then she picked up a calligraphy brush and carefully wrote a blessing on each piece of paper.

She lowered her eyes, her gaze focused and gentle, as if she were pouring all her wishes into every stroke of her brush.

After writing, hold the paper in your hands, then step onto the ladder and climb steadily upwards step by step.

After climbing the ladder, he hung the paper on the Bodhi tree.

Jun Zechen silently memorized the location of her note, then stood there quietly waiting for her to come down.

A moment later, Su Jingyao came down the ladder, her steps a little unsteady. Seeing this, Jun Zechen immediately stepped forward and took her hand.

Su Jingyao struggled slightly and said, "Husband, I can walk by myself, please let go of me, okay?"

"Left by yourself? And then sneaked away?"

Jun Zechen's words were sarcastic and showed no politeness whatsoever.

Su Jingyao was speechless for a moment, unsure how to refute him, and said somewhat helplessly, "Husband, my skirt is wet..."

It didn't matter if her clothes got wet outside the palace, but once she returned, she couldn't afford to lose her composure in front of the servants.

Jun Zechen looked down at her skirt. It was from when she was startled when she saw him, and the flower tea in her hand fell to the ground and got wet, with some tea leaves still stuck to it.

It was not only wet but also stained, making it look rather disheveled.

Jun Zechen knew that Su Jingyao cared a lot about her image, so he said, "Mofeng Tower is up ahead. I'll take you there to wash up."

Turning to Miaoyun, who was following behind Su Jingyao, he instructed, "Go and prepare a dress."

Jun Zechen instructed Miaoyun because Miaoyun knew best which materials Su Jingyao could wear.

Miaoyun responded and then bowed and left.

Jun Zechen took Su Jingyao's hand and walked towards Mofeng Tower.

Su Jingyao's gaze fell on the plaque of Mofeng Tower, a deep meaning flashing in her eyes.

The waiter at Mofenglou courteously led Jun Zechen and Su Jingyao to an exquisite room.

He said with a fawning expression, "Young master and madam, this is a flower tea specially prepared by Mofeng Pavilion for the Flower Festival. Please enjoy it."

The waiter's words seemed to have a hidden meaning, but Jun Zechen was still immersed in anger. He sat on the stool expressionlessly, his brows furrowed, his face gloomy, and he did not react to the waiter's words at all.

Su Jingyao smiled gently, her smile as warm as a spring breeze, and said softly, "Okay, I like flower tea, I'll give it a try."

After saying that, she gracefully picked up her teacup and took a small sip of the flower tea.

Then, Su Jingyao walked lightly behind the screen, preparing to take off her stained dress.

After the waiter saw the woman drink the flower tea, he immediately turned to Jun Zechen, who had remained silent, and continued to fawn over him, saying, "Young master, your wife is truly beautiful. You are very lucky tonight."

"What do you mean?" Jun Zechen frowned even more, his voice tinged with anger.

"Young master, today is the Flower Festival, and many young couples have come to Mofeng Tower to enjoy tea and flirt. We've added a few things to our flower tea to enhance the experience, so please enjoy it tonight," the waiter explained with great enthusiasm.

Jun Zechen was startled, abruptly raising his head, his eyes wide with anger. "What did you say?!"

Seeing that the man was not only unhappy but also showing signs of anger, the waiter's expression changed, and he said in a panic, "Young master, aren't you two husband and wife? I just heard the lady call you husband, and I thought you two were also here... that's why..."

Jun Zechen's expression hardened, and he roared, "Get out!"

The waiter, unaware of how he had offended the customer, hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes, yes," and then retreated tremblingly.

After he left, he was still muttering to himself, "Aren't they a couple? If they hadn't been in the best room at Mofeng Tower, they might not have even had this spiked flower tea."

Jun Zechen, with his excellent hearing, naturally heard the waiter's mutterings outside the door, and his expression grew increasingly gloomy.

Su Jingyao was naturally aware of the rules of Mofeng Tower on the Flower Festival.

The Mofeng Tower was originally run by Li Jing. Whether it was deliberately soiling her clothes to get Jun Zechen to bring her to the Mofeng Tower, or the tainted flower tea, it was all part of Su Jingyao's meticulous plan.

At this moment, she felt a surge of heat rising within her body. She had just taken off her outer dress, leaving only a white strapless ruyi dress underneath.

Her breathing became more rapid, her face flushed, and her red lips parted slightly as she began to utter soft, seductive moans, "Mmm...why is it so hot..."

Upon hearing her voice, Jun Zechen's body trembled slightly. He clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with turmoil, unsure of what to do.

After a moment's hesitation, he slowly got up and walked heavily toward the screen.

As Su Jingyao saw him approach, her mind began to feel a little confused.

She stretched out her fair arm and walked unsteadily toward the man.

"Your Highness, Yao Yao is so hot..." Her voice was full of allure.

Jun Zechen held the woman's waist, his eyes deep and unfathomable, his whole body tense, desperately trying to suppress the surging desire within him.

He had promised to spend the Flower Festival with Ling Yue, and besides, Ling Yue was waiting for him at Zuixiao Tower.

"I will take you back to the palace and fetch the imperial physician for you."

Su Jingyao's delicate body was now softly pressed against the man's chest.

She only felt that the man's body was cool, and this coolness made her feel very comfortable.

Jun Zechen's eyes darkened, and he gripped her disobedient little hand tightly with his large hand, whispering, "Be good, don't move."

However, Su Jingyao was not so obedient; she kept acting coquettishly and her little hands kept trying to light the fire.

......

......

Jun Zechen's eyes grew increasingly dark.

"If you've seduced me, you'd better be prepared to face the consequences."

His voice was full of ambiguity and seduction, making Su Jingyao's heart pound. She was looking forward to it.