Transmigrating into a book, seducing him to rise to power

Su Jingyao was not actually asleep in the bedchamber. When An Shun arrived, her originally calm mind became even more alert.

Lying in bed, eyes open, thoughts racing.

She knew that Jun Zechen was drinking in the side hall, and she could roughly guess what he was thinking.

Although Jun Zechen is said to be ruthless, he is actually quite compassionate. He has a very high tolerance for those who truly enter his heart.

Therefore, even knowing that she was deceiving him, he couldn't bring himself to punish her.

Su Jingyao sighed softly.

In the past two days, she has not been as nonchalant and indifferent as she appears on the surface.

After all, he was the father of three children, and she didn't want him to suddenly die from drinking, forcing her to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the world.

Then, Su Jingyao stood up, wearing a strapless inner dress that accentuated her graceful figure. She then casually grabbed a shawl from the nearby clothes rack and put it on. The shawl slipped down gently, adding to her hazy beauty.

Anshun, who was discussing with Miaoxia how to awaken the Empress, saw the Empress come out and his eyes lit up instantly, as if he had seen a savior, and he was filled with joy.

Su Jingyao ignored the two of them and walked straight towards the east side hall.

Anshun and Miaoxia exchanged a glance, both feeling involuntarily happy. Miaoxia was somewhat relieved, knowing that her mistress was still worried about His Majesty.

As soon as she entered, Su Jingyao frowned and showed disgust on her face.

The alcohol smelled too strong, and the pungent odor permeated the entire room.

How much did he drink?

As Su Jingyao walked inside, she pondered to herself.

Then they saw Jun Zechen lying half-reclined on the tatami mat, holding a wine pot in his hand, pouring wine into his own mouth in a frantic and out-of-control manner.

The ground was littered with empty wine jugs, lying haphazardly, a scene of utter chaos.

No wine jugs were smashed tonight.

Su Jingyao calmly sat down on the other side of the couch, propped herself up on the small table on the couch, and with an irresistible aura, snatched the wine pot from Jun Zechen's hand.

Jun Zechen, already slightly drunk, clearly didn't know who had come. He kept his eyes closed as he poured wine into his mouth. Suddenly, his hand was empty, and he was instantly furious.

He shouted, "Insolence!"

His voice was hoarse with drunkenness, yet still full of authority, and his eyes, which he suddenly opened, were filled with anger.

Ignoring his ferocity, Su Jingyao calmly turned and ordered, "Anshun, make some hangover tea." Her voice was calm and steady.

Anshun immediately brought out the hangover tea that had been prepared long ago.

"You may all leave," Su Jingyao instructed again.

"Yes."

An Shun responded and left with Miao Yun.

Jun Zechen blinked his blurry eyes with difficulty. When he saw Su Jingyao's figure, he was still somewhat doubtful, his eyes filled with confusion and uncertainty.

He made such a fuss last night, but she didn't come over. Is he drunk today and hallucinating?

He shook his head, trying to see more clearly.

Su Jingyao poured the hangover tea and held it to his lips, but Jun Zechen just stared at her blankly, as if his soul had left his body.

Jun Zechen obediently drank the hangover tea from Su Jingyao's hand. As the warm liquid flowed down his throat, he suddenly came to his senses and realized that it really was her.

His mind seemed to have cleared up a bit, no longer as muddled as before.

"Isn't the Empress under house arrest?"

Jun Zechen said coldly, his voice carrying a strong sense of detachment, and looked at her with indifferent eyes.

"Your Majesty said you were confined to the Qianqing Palace, but I haven't left the Qianqing Palace," Su Jingyao replied calmly, without the slightest change in expression.

Jun Zechen stopped speaking and just pursed his lips tightly.

She always has so many excuses, and she can always find a reason to defend herself.

"What brings the Empress here?" Jun Zechen's voice was low and suppressed, carrying a strong sense of accusation.

His gaze was fixed on her, as if he wanted to see right through her.

She came to see how heartbroken and sleepless he was because of her.

Jun Zechen thought this way because he couldn't see a trace of heartache for him in her calm eyes.

"Drinking alcohol is harmful to your health; Your Majesty should consider your well-being."

"Does my Empress still remember that you once told me that although wine is not good, it can help you sleep peacefully?"

She was acting back then, but he is genuinely feeling it today.

Jun Zechen's lips curled into a bitter smile, full of bitterness, like bitter melon.

"My heart aches uncontrollably because of the Empress. Will the Empress feel sorry for me?"

His voice trembled slightly, and his face showed a vulnerability he had never seen before.

Su Jingyao lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions within.

I feel sorry for men who are unlucky their whole lives.

Seeing that she remained silent, Jun Zechen suddenly sat up, his movements so abrupt that he almost lost his balance.

He reached out and pulled her forcefully in front of him, with such strength that it seemed he wanted to meld her into his own body.

"Are you taking revenge on me? You could have acted like this for a lifetime, why don't you continue to lie to me?"

Jun Zechen's eyes were red. He sat on the couch, tilted his head back slightly, and looked at the indifferent woman in front of him with pain in his eyes.

Su Jingyao did not answer his question, but slowly reached out her hands, gently cupped his face, and then kissed his lips without warning.

After the kiss, she opened her innocent eyes, tilted her head, and asked him, "Does Your Majesty think I was lying to you just now?"

"I am yours, isn't that enough? Why is Your Majesty so greedy?"

Jun Zechen was stunned for a moment by her sudden kiss, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which was then replaced by pain.

"Yaoyao, I want you to love me!"

He had always longed to be a loving couple with her, a desire that had taken root in his heart since childhood.

When he married Ling, he once thought he had fulfilled his childhood dream. However, he was later shocked to find that this was not the case, and that he was not as deeply in love with Ling as he thought.

Over the years, he thought that he and Yao Yao were mutually attracted, that they would grow old together, and that their love was deeper than the sea. But he never expected that in the end, it was all just wishful thinking on his part, nothing more than a one-man show.

Jun Zechen's voice was pleading. He suddenly hugged her waist tightly, resting his head against Su Jingyao's waist, his arms holding her tightly, his body trembling.

Love?

Su Jingyao will never hurt herself like Jun Zechen is now, because she loves someone else.

She gently stroked his head, her movements tender but devoid of any affection.

"Does Your Majesty know what I love most about you?"

Jun Zechen, who had regained some clarity, darkened his eyes and felt a surge of sorrow.

All women loved his power.

Su Jingyao removed his hands from her waist, cupped his face in her hands again, and bent down slightly.

Jun Zechen looked up at her, puzzled.

Su Jingyao smiled and said, "What I love most is that Brother Zechen loves me."

Her smile was glamorous yet fake, and her eyes gleamed with greed.

"You've always loved me, and I'll always love you."

Su Jingyao's clear voice, like a sharp lightning bolt, exploded directly into Jun Zechen's mind, instantly throwing his thoughts into chaos.

Jun Zechen stared at her blankly, his expression of disbelief like a frozen mask.

Her eyes were filled with shock and deep frustration. How could she say such ambitious things? Wasn't he worthy of her love?

Suddenly, Jun Zechen's large hand, like an iron clamp, landed on the back of Su Jingyao's neck, the powerful force pressing her down.

His eyes burned with rage as he fiercely kissed her red lips.

He was full of domineering and possessiveness, as if he wanted to devour her soul.

His empress is truly ambitious, and Jun Zechen understands her hidden meaning.

Everything she wanted could only be given to her by him, because he was the emperor, and therefore she would always love him.

Because he is the emperor, she can only belong to him, and one day, she will fall in love with him!

Jun Zechen roared inwardly, his kisses filled with a beastly ferocity and sadism, devoid of any tenderness.

Even though Su Jingyao felt the pain, she endured it. "You bastard, I'll let you vent since your love at this moment is genuine."

Fifteen minutes later, Su Jingyao collapsed into his arms, panting heavily, as if she had completely collapsed.

Her red lips were even slightly chapped.

After calming down a bit, she gently nuzzled against his shoulder and neck, "Is Your Majesty no longer angry?" her voice was soft.

Jun Zechen's hand, which was around her waist, caressed her waist.

His feelings for her were never simply anger; they were anger, disappointment, resentment, pain, and humiliation...

These were the various personas she had once portrayed in front of him, and now he was experiencing them firsthand.

Jun Zechen gave a soft "hmm". What could she do now? Wasn't she so unscrupulous just because she took advantage of his doting love and deep affection for her?

Su Jingyao smiled, finally managing to appease her.

She stood up. "Will Your Majesty and I return to our chambers?"

Su Jingyao reached out her hand. Jun Zechen glanced at her first, his eyes filled with complex and unfathomable emotions, then shifted his gaze to her hand and placed his own hand in hers.

Su Jingyao smiled and led him back to the palace.

Just as he closed the bedroom door, Jun Zechen slammed her against it with such force that Su Jingyao's back hit the door hard.

Then, a barrage of kisses, as fierce as wolves, assaulted her once more, causing Su Jingyao to let out a moan.

"It hurts, be gentle."

Su Jingyao couldn't help but shout, her voice pleading for mercy.

But the scoundrel remained unmoved, his kisses becoming even more intense, moving down her neck, collarbone, and shoulders, as if he wanted to vent all the anger and desire in his heart.

Damn it, he's definitely getting revenge on her.

Su Jingyao cursed inwardly, but was powerless to resist.

Soon, along the way, their clothes scattered like petals, and their figures moved like frantic butterflies, from the door to the couch, and after a while, to the table.

The candlelight in the bedchamber flickered, and in the dim light, the beauty's skin shone with a moist, white luster, like fine jade.

She sat on the table, her long hair cascading down like water as she tilted her head back, messy yet alluring.

Jun Zechen, his fingers sinking deep into her soft skin, his gaze never leaving her for a moment.

His eyes burned with a burning desire and an uncontrollable possessiveness.

Time passed second by second, and in the silent bedchamber, ambiguous sounds rose and fell, like a beautiful melody playing, showing no sign of stopping.

"I'm really tired."

Su Jingyao's voice was filled with weariness and pleading, her breathing was rapid and disordered, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her eyes were full of exhaustion.

"But I want to punish you."

Jun Zechen's voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an irresistible domineering quality.

Su Jingyao's hands fell limply to her sides, resting on the table, her beautiful face filled with helplessness and resignation.

That's it, she's given up.

Her eyes slowly closed, she gave up resisting, and let Jun Zechen do as he pleased.