Transmigrating into a book, seducing him to rise to power

After Ling Yue left, Su Jingyao began to struggle fiercely, twisting her body incessantly, trying to break free from the man's grasp and escape from his embrace.

"Where to?"

Jun Zechen held her slender waist tightly, his voice deep and magnetic, carrying an invisible power that rendered Su Jingyao's struggles futile.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a barely perceptible hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"Your Highness, we shouldn't have done this... My sister must be heartbroken, I'm so sorry... Waaah..."

Su Jingyao's tears fell like beads from a broken string, her beautiful eyes filled with guilt and self-blame, her eyes blurry with tears, making people feel sorry for her.

Her face was filled with worry for Ling Yue, and her slightly trembling lips revealed her inner pain and struggle.

"You are my concubine, and it is only natural for you to serve me. Besides, today's incident was an accident. I can understand that the Crown Princess was angry for a moment, and you don't need to feel guilty."

Jun Zechen's tone remained calm as he extended his slender fingers and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Su Jingyao's eyes.

"Your Highness, I will personally explain to my sister tomorrow."

Su Jingyao was still worried and concerned about Ling Yue's feelings.

Seeing her like this, Jun Zechen's face grew even darker. He said coldly, "Have you ever recognized your own place?"

Upon hearing this, Su Jingyao was stunned. She didn't understand the deeper meaning behind the man's words, and her eyes were filled with doubt and confusion.

"You are my concubine, and we are now very close. Do you think the Crown Princess will listen to your explanation?"

Jun Zechen's voice grew increasingly cold, a flash of anger crossing his eyes. "Moreover, I haven't even settled accounts with you for spending time with another man today without my permission!"

His heart was already filled with anger. This woman had never been able to recognize her own identity. Not only was she entangled with other men, but she was also constantly thinking about how to comfort Ling Yue.

His woman was focused on clearing up the misunderstanding between him and another woman, which made him feel as if a stone was stuck in his heart, causing him immense depression and discomfort.

"Your Highness, my encounter with Young Master Si today was truly by chance."

Su Jingyao looked at Jun Zechen innocently, her eyes filled with grievance and helplessness. She really had no way to defend herself.

Jun Zechen ignored her explanation. He only said that to make her more careful in her future actions, and did not really think that she had any entanglement with other men.

Jun Zechen gripped her slender waist tightly with one hand, as if he wanted to break it, while his other hand held the back of her neck, forcing her to raise her head.

"As my concubine, your thoughts should be entirely focused on me, understand?"

"Your Highness, how can you be so domineering? I have devoted my heart to you, but you have never shown me a shred of pity."

Su Jingyao grumbled unhappily, her aggrieved appearance making her look pitiful, her clear, doe-like eyes staring straight at him.

"How can Yao Yao know that if you set your heart on me, I won't be moved by you?"

Jun Zechen's deep eyes were fixed on her, his dark pupils seemingly hiding endless secrets.

Su Jingyao met his gaze with her doe-like eyes, feeling as if she were about to drown in his deep, dark eyes.

She slowly leaned down, gently placing her small hand on the man's shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Can I trust Your Highness?"

Jun Zechen gave her a deep look, and his dark and hoarse voice rang in her ear, carrying an irresistible charm.

Whether Yao Yao believes it or not, I am your only support.

Therefore, Jun Zechen was fearless. He was now the crown prince of the Jun Kingdom, second only to the emperor, and would one day become the emperor who held the power of life and death over the world.

Whether it's Su Jingyao or Ling Yue, they can only belong to him.

Su Jingyao's delicate body trembled violently. She knew in her heart that this man was right. He was her only support, and even more so, the support of this country.

That's the rule of this world. Unless she has the ability to overthrow the imperial power, but what's the point?

Whether she supports someone else to ascend the throne or becomes empress herself, it is clearly a more difficult path.

Rather than that, it would be better to firmly grasp the heart of the man before her and then let her son become emperor.

Su Jingyao stretched out her slender arms and wrapped them around Jun Zechen's neck, her watery eyes meeting his gaze.

Because of their previous kiss, her wet red lips looked especially alluring, as if silently calling out something.

Then, with a pitiful look in her eyes, she said softly, "I hope Your Highness will have pity on me."

After saying that, she took the initiative to bring her luscious red lips to him.

Jun Zechen's sense of male chauvinism and unspeakable desires were instantly ignited and greatly satisfied.

The woman finally began to accept him and stopped resisting him.

The two on the bed were making love, their bodies swirling with passion, creating a scene of enchanting beauty and boundless desire, a picture of springtime bliss.

Day two.

Bright sunlight streamed through the window, casting dappled patterns on the bed. Su Jingyao woke up peacefully in the man's warm embrace.

She slowly opened her eyes, her clear, autumn-water-like eyes sparkling with a lively light.

Jun Zechen was still deep in sleep and had not yet woken up.

Su Jingyao's eyes revealed a hint of cunning and calculation. Since this man had personally told her yesterday to focus her attention on him, she would have to be even more blatant in seducing him from now on.

After enduring so much forbearance and grievance, at least now if she has a conflict with Ling Yue, Jun Zechen will no longer favor Ling Yue without hesitation as before.

After Su Jingyao opened her eyes, Jun Zechen also keenly noticed her movements.

He slightly opened his eyes, his gaze falling gently on Su Jingyao.

"Awake?" His voice was hoarse and deep, as if he had just woken up.

"Hmm, Your Highness, shall we return to the palace?" Su Jingyao's voice still carried the languidness of someone who had just woken up, her soft and sweet tone exuding endless allure.

"What, haven't you had enough yet?" Jun Zechen's lips curled up slightly, with a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

"No, I'll get up and wash up right away."

As Su Jingyao spoke, she gently broke free from Jun Zechen's embrace and prepared to get up.

Anshun, who had been waiting outside all night, heard the commotion inside and brought Miaoyun in.

"This servant greets Your Highness, Consort." Anshun bowed respectfully.

An Shun skillfully helped Jun Zechen wash up and get dressed, while Miao Yun carefully helped Su Jingyao wash up and get dressed from behind the screen.

"Where is the Crown Princess?" Jun Zechen asked indifferently, his voice seemingly devoid of any emotion.

Upon hearing Jun Zechen's question, Su Jingyao immediately perked up her ears and listened attentively.

"Your Highness, the Crown Princess returned to the palace by herself after getting up today. This servant arranged a carriage for her," Anshun reported truthfully.

Jun Zechen frowned slightly. Ling Yue did have a bad temper, but it was indeed because of his promise that the current situation had arisen.

He felt he had let Ling Yue down, but he didn't want to change the current situation easily.

Ling Yue needs to temper her temper a bit. If he ascends the throne in the future, Ling Yue, as the empress, must be magnanimous and proper.

How could they barge into the room so blatantly last night, showing no regard for decorum whatsoever?

After tidying herself up, Su Jingyao walked out gracefully, wearing the light blue strapless dress that Miaoyun had carefully bought for her the day before.

The dress is cinched at the waist with a white silk belt embroidered with exquisite patterns, and its overall texture is incredibly smooth and flowing.

When she put on this dress, her temperament was exceptionally outstanding, and her figure was slender and graceful, like a fairy descending to earth.

Every time Jun Zechen saw her like this, he would be stunned for a moment by her beauty.

Seeing that he was momentarily stunned, Su Jingyao lifted her skirt and jogged over to him with light steps.

Then she hugged his lean waist tightly, lifted her exquisite and beautiful face, and her bright, watery eyes shone like stars.

"Am I pretty?" Su Jingyao's voice was clear and melodious, as pleasant as a silver bell.

Jun Zechen seemed somewhat stunned by her initiative. Upon hearing her question, he nodded involuntarily and murmured, "There are no beauties in a thousand autumns, but a pleasing sight is a beautiful woman."

Su Jingyao's eyes sparkled even more at his praise.

"So Your Highness also likes my face."

"Why are you being so proactive today?"

Jun Zechen felt a little uncomfortable for a moment, after all, this young woman had never opened her heart to him before, and always deliberately avoided him. Even in bed before, it was he who forced her to take the initiative.

Su Jingyao gently snuggled against him, then whispered, "Because Your Highness said that you are my only support, and I am trying to please you."

After she finished speaking, her cheeks flushed again, and her shy, watery eyes burned with intense passion, scalding Jun Zechen's heart.

Jun Zechen bent down, put his arm around her slender waist, and said gently, "Yaoyao is very obedient, I like her very much."

Jun Zechen couldn't deny that this version of Su Jingyao made his heart flutter even more.

He initially thought she was just a sheltered, uninteresting young lady from a prestigious family, bound by strict rules. But in reality, she was a woman of many facets, well-versed in poetry, skilled in chess, witty and humorous, charming and lovely, and possessed a remarkable sense of style…

Every aspect of her delighted him, making him want to constantly discover more of her hidden facets.

During the Flower Festival, the imperial court of the kingdom would be closed for three days, allowing officials to enjoy a three-day holiday, and the crown prince would naturally not have to attend court.

However, the emperor's health is deteriorating, and now most of the memorials need to be handled by Jun Zechen. Even during these three days of rest, he still needs to deal with government affairs.

The two of them sat in the carriage, with Su Jingyao in the same seat they had taken when they left the palace.

But at this moment, the Crown Princess was no longer there.

She sat upright, her head slightly lowered, looking somewhat reserved.

Jun Zechen's gaze fell on her, and he asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"

"I don't know how to face my elder sister..."

Su Jingyao bit her lower lip lightly, then slowly raised her head and looked at him, her eyes filled with worry and unease.

"Did I still manage to ruin the relationship between Your Highness and my sister?"

Jun Zechen was momentarily at a loss for words to answer her question. In truth, it wasn't her fault, but rather his.

Jun Zechen turned the ring on his hand, lost in thought.

He made a promise of love to Ling Yue when he didn't even understand love. Neither Ling Yue nor Su Jingyao were wrong; the one who was wrong was himself.

"This is a matter between me and the Crown Princess. Yao Yao, you don't need to worry about it too much. I will handle it properly."

Su Jingyao frowned, her eyes lowered, her eyelashes trembling gently like butterfly wings, and her two index fingers unconsciously twitching.

Clearly, the man's words did not comfort her.

Seeing this, Jun Zechen sighed helplessly, then gently pulled her onto his lap.

Su Jingyao looked at him with surprise in her beautiful eyes.

"If I continue to treat you coldly, will you spend your whole life in the Eastern Palace without vying for anything?"

Su Jingyao nodded obediently. "I really like the poet Feng Menglong. He has a wise saying that I have always kept in mind: 'If you don't think things through thrice, you will regret it in the end; if you can endure a hundred times, you will have no worries.' I can accept and tolerate Your Highness's dislike for me, and I will not regard it as a cause for worry."

"She's a broad-minded woman, so sensible it's heartbreaking..."

Jun Zechen spoke very softly; if the two hadn't been so intimate at that moment, Su Jingyao probably wouldn't have been able to hear him clearly.

Su Jingyao wrapped her arms around the man's neck. "Then Your Highness, please remember to treat me well. I don't like to cry, but what Your Highness said before was really hurtful. Even when I look up at the sky and think about happy things from the past, I can't stop the tears from falling."

After saying that, she gently nuzzled the man's neck, like a kitten being affectionate.

Her words made Jun Zechen feel a bittersweet ache in his heart, making him want to protect her and cherish her.

He couldn't resist placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.