Transmigrating into a book, seducing him to rise to power

The banquet concluded successfully, before the beginning of the Xu hour (7-9 PM).

Jun Zechen remained calm and strode confidently towards the carriage that had been secretly prepared in advance, leading Su Jingyao directly to it.

After the two stepped into the carriage, Su Jingyao frowned slightly, a hint of doubt on her face.

"Your Majesty, I haven't changed out of my palace attire yet."

Su Jingyao spoke softly, her eyes full of inquiry.

"I have already ordered people to prepare civilian clothes inside. Miaoxia can help you change," Jun Zechen said slowly and gently.

This carriage is extremely spacious, with its interior separated from the exterior by an exquisite screen.

Su Jingyao nodded slightly, then led Miaoxia inside to change her clothes.

Before long, she emerged gracefully, wearing a moon-white cloud-patterned robe. The exquisite patterns embroidered with silver threads shimmered in the candlelight, and a light pink veil covered her, making her appear like a fairy descending to earth, otherworldly and ethereal.

At this moment, Jun Zechen also changed into a light blue folk robe, making him look even more handsome and dashing.

After Miaoxia left, Su Jingyao gracefully moved and sat on Jun Zechen's lap, her arms gently embracing his neck.

She asked in a sweet voice, "Where is my husband taking Yao Yao today?"

"Doesn't Yao Yao go to Linlang Street to make a wish every year during the Flower Festival? How about I take Yao Yao there this year as well?"

Jun Zechen replied with a smile, his eyes full of doting affection.

"Okay," Su Jingyao replied sweetly.

Every time Jun Zechen was with her, he couldn't help but want to get closer to her.

At this moment, he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her luscious red lips, wishing he could hold the soft woman tightly in his arms and ravage her at will.

Miaoxia, who was outside the carriage, could hear His Majesty's deep and magnetic voice, but she could not make out what he was saying.

You can also hear your mistress's soft laughter and playful scolding from time to time.

Even though she didn't know what the two had whispered about in private, it still made her blush.

She glanced at An Shun, who was sitting calmly to the side, and quickly composed herself.

Two quarters of an hour passed quietly, and their carriage smoothly traveled to Linlang Street.

"Third Master, Madam, we've arrived."

After Anshun stopped the carriage, he called out softly, his voice momentarily tinged with a hint of dazedness.

At this time last year, this title "Madam" was still used to address Consort Ling, but now everything has changed, which makes one sigh with regret.

"Husband, stop fooling around, we've arrived."

Su Jingyao's cheeks were flushed with a bright red, like a ripe apple, and her eyes were filled with shyness and coquettishness. She was even a little embarrassed to get off the carriage.

Jun Zechen smiled indulgently, then casually took out a veil and wrapped it around her beautiful face.

With a smile, he said, "Your beauty is enough for me to admire alone."

Upon hearing this, Su Jingyao glared at him reproachfully with affection in her beautiful eyes.

Then, Jun Zechen took her hand and helped her down from the carriage.

Under the Bodhi tree, many people still gathered, hoping to win a game of flower-writing contest, obtain five-colored paper slips to write their wishes, and then hang them on the Bodhi tree.

When Su Jingyao looked at the platform where the flower-guessing game was being played again, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and her expression became somewhat melancholy.

Jun Zechen keenly noticed her unusual behavior, and a hint of worry immediately appeared in his eyes.

"How about you accompany Madam in a flower-playing game today, sir?" Jun Zechen asked softly.

Su Jingyao forced a smile. "Husband, I don't want to admire the red blossoms this year. How about we stroll around Linlang Street instead?"

"If my husband has any wishes that he would like to hang on the Bodhi tree, then I will accompany him."

"What's wrong? Don't you come every year? Why don't you want to come this year?"

Su Jingyao pursed her lips slightly and said softly, "I just feel like this isn't very accurate..."

Jun Zechen frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered her three wishes from last year.

The third one is indeed inaccurate...

He then said firmly, "It's alright, I'll grant all of Yao Yao's wishes this year."

After saying that, Jun Zechen ignored Su Jingyao's resistance, took her hand domineeringly, and led her onto the stage.

The old man standing on the stage was the same one from last year, and surprisingly, he still remembered Su Jingyao.

"Miss, you went on stage alone last year. Could it be that your wish to receive a red envelope last year has already come true?"

As the old man spoke, he looked Jun Zechen up and down with a teasing gaze.

Su Jingyao's expression suddenly changed subtly; her slightly furrowed brows and somewhat dimmed eyes revealed a hint of turmoil in her heart.

Jun Zechen's expression darkened upon hearing the old man's words.

Does this old man know how to speak?

The deep, dark eyes stared intently at the old man, who felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly shut his mouth, feeling embarrassed, and said nothing more.

"Then let the competition begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Zechen was completely at ease in the game of flower drinking, as if he had delivered a crushing blow to everyone else.

Su Jingyao stood quietly behind him the whole time, without needing to do anything.

In just fifteen minutes, Jun Zechen easily won the game.

The old man, holding the note, beamed with smiles and said ingratiatingly, "Congratulations, young master and madam! You are both exceptionally talented individuals, a truly perfect match."

Jun Zechen remained expressionless, holding Su Jingyao's hand with one hand and taking the paper with the other. He simply nodded slightly and led Su Jingyao off the stage.

Si Nanyu, standing below the platform, gazed at the couple who seemed like a match made in heaven, and for a moment, he was lost in a daze.

A complex emotion, difficult to describe, was revealed in his eyes.

Now, everyone in the palace knows that His Majesty's most favored concubine is Consort Jiayi. This news only came out of the palace tonight, and Consort Jiayi is now the undisputed Empress.

That makes sense; what man wouldn't be attracted to such an outstanding woman?

Si Nanyu stood there quietly, his eyes filled with a hint of confusion and melancholy.

The gentle woman beside him noticed his absent-minded gaze and couldn't help but look puzzled.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

Si Nanyu slowly shifted his gaze to the woman beside him. She was the wife carefully chosen for him by his mother, the Lady of Wu'an Marquis. They had only been married for two months.

Since that woman, as unattainable as the moon in the sky, no longer belonged to him, it seemed that marrying anyone else didn't make much difference anymore.

However, his wife is gentle and virtuous, and a very good woman; he will treat her well.

Si Nanyu's lips curled up slightly, revealing an extremely gentle smile.

"It's nothing. I just thought I saw someone I knew. Maybe I was mistaken. Let's go."

After saying that, he gently put his arm around the woman's shoulder and walked forward.

Under the Bodhi tree, Su Jingyao was forced by Jun Zechen to write down her wishes with a reluctant expression.

She pursed her lips, her rosy lips forming a beautiful curve, and glared at him fiercely with her beautiful eyes.

She said with a hint of annoyance, "What my husband won, he can write down."

Jun Zechen crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows slightly, looked arrogant, and had a confident smile on his lips.

"I can fulfill my own wishes. If I can't, praying to the gods is useless."

At this moment, his expression and actions truly displayed the vigor and vitality that one should have at this age, completely unlike his calm and composed demeanor in the palace.

"Husband~ I don't want to write." Su Jingyao shook Jun Zechen's arm and said coquettishly.

"If Yao Yao doesn't write it down, how about I take a look at your wish from last year and help Yao Yao fulfill it?" Jun Zechen said deliberately.

Upon hearing this, Su Jingyao panicked slightly and hurriedly shouted, "No!"

"Fine, I'll write. Turn around, my husband, don't look," Su Jingyao said, somewhat angrily.

Jun Zechen shook his head helplessly, chuckled softly, and then obediently took a few steps back.

Su Jingyao then picked up her pen and began to write seriously.

Jun Zechen's deep, unfathomable eyes quietly watched her back as she bent over to pick up her pen, a hint of daze in his gaze.

He had already seen her wish from last year.

My first wish is for my parents to live long and healthy lives.

My second wish is for my elder brother to have a bright future.

My third wish is for the Crown Prince and Crown Princess to have a long and happy marriage, and for myself to live a peaceful and tranquil life in the Eastern Palace.

Jun Zechen was filled with mixed emotions. The relationship between the two of them had been one that he had forcibly taken from from the very beginning.

He initially disliked Ling Yue and refused to touch her because of her, but later he couldn't resist the temptation and forced himself on her.

He possessed her body, and also longed to win her heart.

Fortunately, she now belongs to him completely, body and soul.

Thinking of this, Jun Zechen felt a surge of sweetness in his heart, and his gaze towards Su Jingyao became even more tender.

After writing, Su Jingyao rolled up the paper, turned around, and her delicate face still showed a hint of displeasure, with her lips slightly pouting.

"My husband, I've finished writing."

"Shall I hang it up for you?"

Jun Zechen looked at her and chuckled softly before asking her a question.

Su Jingyao hummed in agreement and then handed the note to him.

Jun Zechen took the paper and hung it on the Bodhi tree.

After hanging it up, I took her hand again and we strolled slowly from Linlang Street into the bustling area.

The servants following behind her already had their hands full and could no longer carry the items Su Jingyao had purchased.

By the time Su Jingyao had finished shopping, it was already 9 PM.

"Husband, let's go back. Judging from the weather, it looks like it's going to rain tonight?"

At this time, a strong wind was blowing around them. At this time last year, there were at least twice as many people on Linlang Street and in the bustling area. Although there were still quite a few people today, many had already hurried home because of the strong wind that had just appeared.

"Okay, let's go, it's about time," Jun Zechen replied.

By the time Jun Zechen brought her back to Zhaochun Palace and they finished washing up, it was already late at night.

Su Jingyao hadn't gone shopping for such a long time in a long time. After Jun Zechen pulled her out of the bath and put her on the bed, she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt like a lazy kitten and closed her eyes.

so tired.

I'm exhausted from walking all night, and I'm also exhausted from being harassed by a man in the bathhouse.

Jun Zechen gently lifted the covers and lay down, stretching out his strong arms to pull her into his embrace.

In the silent palace, only the soft, even breathing of the two sleeping soundly echoed gently.

A light drizzle was falling outside the palace, but inside, a warm and comfortable atmosphere filled the air.

It was already midnight when a rather loud commotion suddenly broke out outside the palace.

Su Jingyao's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, a hint of impatience showing on her face. She let out a few soft hums, as if protesting the sudden interruption.

Jun Zechen opened his deep eyes instantly, his brows furrowing tightly. He held Su Jingyao in his arms and gently comforted her with a few words in her ear.

"Sweetheart, go to sleep. I'm going out to take a look."

Seeing that she had fallen asleep again, Jun Zechen's face darkened.

Anshun is becoming more and more useless!

An Shun, who was guarding outside the palace, was filled with fear when he saw His Majesty slowly walking out of the palace gate. He quickly bowed and said, "Your Majesty."

"What happened?"

Jun Zechen lowered his voice and asked, though he was filled with anger.

But he didn't want to disturb the person sleeping inside, so he could only try his best to suppress his voice and sound as calm as possible.

"Your Majesty, outside is Consort Ling's personal maid, Meixiang. She says that Consort Ling is kneeling in the Buddhist hall tonight to pray for the Second Prince. Because the weather is getting colder, she has a high fever, but Consort Ling still insists on kneeling in the Buddhist hall to pray for the Second Prince," Anshun replied tremblingly.

"Why didn't she go to the imperial physician, but instead came to Zhaochun Palace to see me?" Jun Zechen's tone was full of doubt and dissatisfaction.

"This servant sent Meixiang to find the imperial physician. Meixiang said the physician has already gone, but Consort Ling is kneeling in the Buddhist hall, unwilling to rest or drink her medicine, saying she wants to kneel for the full day." Anshun explained carefully.

Jun Zechen stood outside the palace and could still hear Mei Xiang's urgent cries for an audience.

Even if he is a loyal servant, what good is such a disregard for rules?

In the palace, all servants should be loyal to the emperor first and foremost.

A cold glint flashed in Jun Zechen's eyes as he coldly said, "Take Meixiang to the Department of Cautious Punishment."

After saying that, he strode quickly toward Yikun Palace, with Anshun following behind him, hurriedly holding an umbrella.

Inside the bedchamber, Su Jingyao slowly opened her eyes, a disdainful smile curling at the corners of her lips, a smile tinged with mockery.

Then she gently turned over and continued to sleep sweetly.