Transmigrating into a book, seducing him to rise to power

The next day, when Su Jingyao slowly woke up, the winter sun was already shining almost directly onto the edge of her bed.

It was almost lunchtime.

When Miaoyun saw that her master had finally woken up, her face was filled with joy, and she hurriedly went over to him.

"Master, you're awake. Is there anything wrong with you?"

Su Jingyao slowly opened her still sleepy eyes, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly, and she spoke with a languid and uncomfortable tone.

"I feel uncomfortable all over."

Miaoyun helped her sit up slowly. Su Jingyao gritted her teeth and endured the discomfort of her lower abdomen and the pain from the contractions in her uterus.

She leaned against the headboard, managing to sit up straight.

"Where are the children?"

"This servant asked Miaoyue to bring the imperial grandson over. The imperial grandson is perfectly healthy," Miaoyun said with a smile.

Just then, Miaoyue walked in carrying the imperial grandson, her face beaming with joy.

"Your Majesty, the imperial grandson was just being fed by his wet nurse, and he's in great spirits now."

Miaoyue gently handed the child to Su Jingyao, who eagerly took the child.

From the moment she saw the child in Miaoyue's arms, her eyes never left him, and her face was always adorned with a doting and gentle smile.

Su Jingyao looked down at him, and the innocent and clean eyes of the child in her arms stared straight at her.

I felt my heart melt instantly.

Even though the newborn's features hadn't fully developed, she found him adorable and incredibly pleasing to the eye.

When Jun Zechen stepped in, he immediately saw her making faces at her son and teasing him.

She would occasionally tilt her head and smile gently, her eyes overflowing with tenderness.

Miaoyun and Miaoyue watched quietly with smiles on their faces as the mother and son interacted affectionately.

Upon realizing that His Highness had arrived, the two quickly bowed in unison and said, "This servant greets Your Highness."

"Get up," Jun Zechen said calmly.

He then sat down on the edge of the bed and asked softly, "How are you feeling today?"

When Su Jingyao saw Jun Zechen walking over, she immediately pouted her pink lips and spoke in a slightly coquettish tone.

"No, nothing is right, I'm in so much pain."

Upon hearing this, Jun Zechen frowned with heartache and gently pulled her into his arms.

She said gently, "Take good care of yourself. After you finish your postpartum confinement, I will take you out of the palace to play."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Su Jingyao's eyes.

"Huh? Really?"

"Well, because of your pregnancy, you didn't participate in the New Year celebrations, and you were even giving birth on the Lantern Festival. A month from now, I'll take you out of the palace to have some fun."

"Your Highness is so kind."

"By the way, Your Highness, have you named the child yet?" Su Jingyao suddenly remembered this important matter.

"Yes, the reason I came here today is to tell you that he is my eldest son, and he was named Jun Yihuan by my father, the emperor himself."

Although his child was not the emperor's eldest grandson, he was the only grandson named by his father, a great honor indeed.

Su Jingyao naturally understood the significance of this.

"Yihuan, Yihuan, that sounds so nice! May I give Yihuan a nickname?"

"Of course you can." Jun Zechen looked at her with doting eyes.

"From now on, his nickname will be Xingxing (Star)."

Su Jingyao lifted her head from his shoulder, her eyes sparkling, and looked at Jun Zechen.

"it is good."

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Su Jingyao lowered her head and began to play with the child in her arms again.

"Star, star, from now on you will be your mother's star."

Your mother will personally nurture you into a shining star and send you to the highest position in the world.

Jun Zechen quietly looked at the mother and child in his arms.

He was a new father, and he hadn't felt this strongly when he saw his child last night.

Seeing the mother and son interacting so tenderly in each other's arms today gave him a feeling of warmth and happiness he had never experienced before.

Time flies like an arrow; a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

For the past month, Su Jingyao has spent her days either happily playing with her adorable child or focusing on skincare and health maintenance.

The stars descended amidst the heartfelt anticipation of His Majesty, the Queen, and the Crown Prince.

Although the palace did not allow large banquets due to Emperor Jingsheng's serious illness, Emperor Jingsheng still valued his fourth grandson, Jun Yihuan, exceptionally.

The name itself reveals the profound meaning of "world". The fact that such a precious word was bestowed upon the imperial grandson truly shows the boundless grace of the emperor.

Emperor Jingsheng personally instructed the Empress to hold a grand and elaborate ceremony for the third-day celebration of the fourth grandson of the Emperor.

Not only did he hold a grand banquet in the imperial court to entertain his officials, but he also hosted a banquet in the inner palace for the wives of many nobles and nobles, as well as the female relatives of court officials, in order to demonstrate the immense imperial favor bestowed upon the fourth grandson of the emperor.

The third-day celebration of the fourth prince was arguably the grandest event in the palace in the past year.

However, these lively scenes had nothing to do with Su Jingyao.

Since giving birth, she has not left Xiyan Palace because she is in postpartum confinement.

However, on the day of her third-day celebration, the Crown Prince pleaded with the Empress to grant her mother the privilege of visiting her.

After not seeing each other for more than a year, Su Jingyao saw her mother, who had loved her for more than ten years, again after she herself became a mother.

A feeling of indescribable bitterness welled up in my heart.

She will protect her mother and the Su family, and bring glory to the Su family because of her!

After a month of careful rest, she finally felt much better.

These past few days, every time Jun Zechen came to Xiyan Palace to visit her, his eyes were like those of a hungry wolf, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

If she hadn't been in postpartum confinement, that scoundrel would probably have already lost his patience.

The night was quiet and still.

Su Jingyao sat upright on the couch, concentrating on her painting.

She painted peonies. The winter palace was shrouded in a layer of white snow, and it needed such beautiful and magnificent peonies to adorn it.

As Jun Zechen stepped into the bedchamber, he immediately saw her holding a brush and painting.

Her cascading hair was loose and flowing, and her long eyelashes cast delicate and enchanting shadows on her face in the candlelight.

She wore a flowing silk dress with a cinched waist, her figure graceful and breathtakingly beautiful.

Su Jingyao noticed his arrival and was about to get up to greet him when Jun Zechen quickly stepped forward and sat down behind her.

He stretched out his arms and tightly embraced her slender waist, saying in a low voice, "Keep drawing."

Su Jingyao naturally didn't stand on ceremony with him and continued to concentrate on finishing her peony painting.

Jun Zechen inhaled her faint fragrance, and his hand, which was resting on her waist, unconsciously began to gently caress her.

Su Jingyao raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at him.

Let's do something different with him today.

Su Jingyao knew that Jun Zechen seemed reserved but was actually secretly passionate, so she decided to take the initiative and see if he could handle it.

A meaningful smile appeared on her lips, but Jun Zechen did not see it.

After Su Jingyao finished painting the peony, she wrote a line of small words next to the peony flower:

Golden lotus blossoms, delicate and graceful, peonies, lustrous and beautiful; a single glance is enough to steal one's soul.

When Jun Zechen saw her pick up her pen to write, he thought she was going to compose a poem or lyrics for the peony. But after she finished writing, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

His eyes suddenly darkened, and his voice was low and hoarse as he spoke in her ear.

"What did Yao Yao write?" His voice carried a hint of suppressed emotion.

Jun Zechen had been coveting her ever since she gave birth, and his heart was itching with desire. How could this little woman deliberately provoke him?

Su Jingyao turned her head and met Jun Zechen's gaze. Her voice was soft and sweet, and her expression carried a hint of shyness.

"Your Highness doesn't understand?"

Her tone carried a hint of provocation.

Jun Zechen narrowed his eyes slightly, "In that case, Yao Yao, don't beg for mercy."

Since she was so proactive tonight, why should he suppress himself? He had originally planned to devour her tonight anyway.

He thought that since it had been so long since they last met, he should be gentler with her, but to his surprise, she showed him no consideration at all!

Jun Zechen gently yet undeniably lifted Su Jingyao onto his lap.

The delicate woman leaned softly against the man's firm body, like a willow swaying in the breeze.

"Your Highness, please..."

Jun Zechen's lips curled slightly upward, he chuckled softly, then leisurely picked up the pen and continued writing below her small handwriting:

Two lotuses stand side by side, a single peony blooms gracefully.

After finishing writing, he gently put down his pen and slowly turned the person around with both hands.

His dark, mysterious eyes, as deep as a still pool, met her alluring and captivating gaze.

"How is my writing?"

Su Jingyao glanced lightly at the drawing paper, her charming eyes glaring at him fiercely, seemingly with anger and reproach.

He was asking whether it was well-written or well-executed!

"Your Highness should be a person who cherishes flowers."

Su Jingyao's voice carried a hint of grievance.

Jun Zechen's lips slowly curled into a smile with a strong sense of mockery, seemingly concealing endless meaning.

He didn't respond to Su Jingyao, but instead held her slender waist with one hand and picked up his pen again with the other.

The dewdrops fell on the peonies, making the peonies in the painting look even more beautiful.

His expression was focused and serious.

Then, with a flourish, he inscribed the words: "Peony in Cold Dew ***, **Words of Harmony."

After putting pen to paper, he stared directly at Su Jingyao with eyes that seemed to devour her, his gaze filled with fervor and amusement.

"The peonies are already so beautiful and vibrant, haven't I cherished them enough?"

Jun Zechen's voice carried a hint of languor and charm.

Upon hearing this, Su Jingyao glanced at the words on the drawing paper again, and her face instantly flushed like the sunset. Her eyes were alluring and captivating, as if they could steal one's soul.

She has no complete control over her body!

It's all because this man in front of me is too good at "breaking the rules"!

Jun Zechen truly lives up to his role as the male lead; his abilities are indeed astonishing.

He could not only instantly understand her thoughts, but he could even apply that knowledge to other situations and flirt with her in return.

"Your Highness!" Su Jingyao called out reproachfully.

Jun Zechen whispered something malicious in her ear.

Su Jingyao didn't want to understand, but she seemed to vaguely understand as well.

Just do as I say, hmph.

Upon seeing this, Jun Zechen could no longer suppress his impulse and leaned down to kiss her delicate, flower-petal-like red lips.

Why are you so well-behaved!

Su Jingyao cupped his face in her hands in response, while the branches outside the window swayed in the wind.

Half an hour later, the faint aura of domineering power and arrogance that Jun Zechen had previously exuded gradually faded away.

Instead, a gentle tenderness gradually deepens.

His gaze softened, like the warm sunshine of spring falling directly on Su Jingyao.

He lowered his head slightly, his lips gently close to Su Jingyao's ear, his warm breath brushing against her ear, bringing a tingling sensation.

"Yaoyao, I've written two lines for you; I'd like to see what you wrote."

His voice was deep and magnetic, possessing an irresistible magic that made Su Jingyao involuntarily obey him.

Su Jingyao's hands trembled slightly as she picked up the pen, her slender fingers gripping the pen handle tightly.

Her gaze fell upon the peony in front of her. Next to the peony, she drew willow branches that swayed in the wind, as if dancing gracefully.

Then, she carefully inscribed the words:

Willow branches sway gently, **and the peonies bloom.**

After she finished writing, her face turned bright red, like a ripe cherry, and then she shyly snuggled into Jun Zechen's arms, not daring to look at him.

Jun Zechen looked at the inscription and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

It's quite fitting, complementing the painting in front of us perfectly.

This painting is his!

He then hugged Su Jingyao even tighter.

This joy reaches its peak, fulfilling the heart's desire for spring.