People in the Qin Dynasty, entertained during the Warring States period

She couldn't wait to take down Cao Ze; if she let this blockhead continue to behave himself, wouldn't she be at a huge disadvantage?

So she devised a plan and had this inner room decorated for her to enjoy herself with Cao Ze.

"My heart is aching; would you, sir, be willing to heal it for me...?"

Zhao Ji whispered in Cao Ze's ear, like a sea nymph singing, leaving behind the sailors who had led him out to sea.

Cao Ze's heart skipped a beat.

Good heavens, Zhao Ji is really going to get serious with him today.

Should I give in? Should I give in? Or should I give in...?

With his confidence restored, Cao Ze was unlikely to easily shatter his image as an honest man.

"I have read some medical books. Since the Empress Dowager's illness is related to the heart, she should be given bitter medicine. Bitter medicine enters the heart meridian and has the effects of clearing heat and drying dampness."

Zhao Ji chuckled, laughing so hard she bent over, clutching her stomach, with tears welling in her eyes.

"Sir, you really want to...you really want to..."

Zhao Ji chuckled and shook her head, "I don't know whether to be happy or angry. You really give me a headache..."

Cao Ze was also very troubled. If he had known that Lao Ai was not in Ganquan Palace, would he have bothered to pretend to be an honest person like this?

Seeing Cao Ze remain silent, Zhao Ji said slowly, "I understand the 'bitterness enters the heart' sutra. But I have suffered a lot in Zhao and do not want to suffer again. I want to eat something sweet. Do you have anything sweet to cure my heartache?"

Sweet? Top or bottom... Cao Ze pondered the honest man's response and delivered a blunt blow to Zhao Ji.

"Your Majesty, good medicine tastes bitter but is beneficial to the illness..."

Before Cao Ze could finish speaking, Zhao Ji stomped hard on his foot.

Cao Ze's eyes widened on the spot as he saw Zhao Ji's slightly parted lips under the dim light, and he could clearly see that the color of her cherry lips had faded by three points.

My feet hurt a lot. Luckily, Zhao Ji was barefoot and not wearing high heels...

"I'm giving you a chance to rephrase your words!"

Zhao Ji glared at Cao Ze, somewhat frantic, and even a little weak and pitiful.

Cao Ze was momentarily stunned, gradually forgetting his honest persona, and unconsciously moved closer to Zhao Ji.

Instead of being annoyed, Zhao Ji was overjoyed and became intimate with Cao Ze, her lips slightly parted as if waiting for something.

Cao Ze could vaguely see Zhao Ji's soft, fragrant tongue behind her pearly white teeth. He gently inhaled the orchid-like fragrance between Zhao Ji's lips and teeth, and was inexplicably intoxicated.

It's the color scheme of the room and the scent of incense in the corners...

Although Cao Ze realized this, he did not resist, but instead slowly kissed her.

Zhao Ji raised her head and, in response, instinctively embraced Cao Ze.

The two were in a very ambiguous, dangerous, and intimate manner.

It seems a thrilling battle is about to unfold...

Chapter 395 Zhao Ji: Give Birth to One

Today, Zhao Ji wore a bright red silk robe that outlined the soft curves of her delicate body, her slender waist gleaming under the warm light. Her skin was as smooth as porcelain, her alluring face like jade, and her beautiful, watery eyes exuded a seductive charm with every glance.

Faced with Cao Ze's initiative, Zhao Ji half-closed her eyes, enjoying the lingering intimacy she had been anticipating for over a month.

After a long while, the two who had been entangled gradually let go.

Under the dimly lit lamplight, Zhao Ji gazed intently at Cao Ze.

Handsome and dashing, a romantic and talented man, he truly captured all her excitement.

Cao Ze was secretly planning how to take the next step more naturally, given his honest and straightforward persona.

Zhao Ji had long believed in Cao Ze to be an honest and kind person. She had finally managed to get this fool to take liberties with her, so she couldn't let him get away again.

"I'm tired, sir. Would you mind giving me a massage?"

That would be wonderful... Cao Ze knew he couldn't be impatient, so he pretended to hesitate for a moment.

Zhao Ji had expected this, and her pretty face darkened slightly as she said, "Sir, you don't want others to know about what happened to you just now, do you?"

This female contestant who's living a good life, please don't threaten me. I've always been unyielding and upright... Cao Ze feigned a bitter smile and said helplessly, "Empress Dowager, I... I had no choice. Please forgive me, Empress Dowager..."

Zhao Ji, with a cold and beautiful expression, wanted to strike while the iron was hot and make Cao Ze completely submit to her.

"Forgive me? You want me to forgive your sins? Fine, but you'll have to do whatever I tell you to do, understand?"

Cao Ze was waiting for Zhao Ji to say those words.

At that moment, he seemed possessed by an Oscar-winning actor, displaying a range of emotions from hesitation and confusion to regret and deep affection...

"...Empress Dowager, do we...do we really have to do that?"

Moved by Cao Ze, Zhao Ji said emotionally, "I return your pearl with tears streaming down my face, regretting that we did not meet before I was married."

“These are your words, sir. I am but a weak woman, yet I dare to disregard worldly conventions. What are you still hesitating about? Do you really intend to continue with this regret?”

Cao Ze did not look at Zhao Ji's affectionate gaze, but instead raised his head at a 45-degree angle to look up at the bright sky outside the window.

His eyes were trying their best to recreate that bright yet melancholic feeling from the legend.

"You were born before I was born, and I was born after you were old. You regret that I was born too late, and I regret that you were born too early."

Cao Ze lowered his gaze from a forty-five-degree angle, staring intently into Zhao Ji's loving eyes.

"Empress Dowager...we..."

He had already figured out Zhao Ji's true nature; she simply liked this kind of bourgeois lifestyle.

When Zhao Ji heard Cao Ze's old magic chant again, her body felt as if it were melting, making her unable to control herself.

She gently bit her white, porcelain-like teeth, her expression a mixture of resentment and anger.

"I...I regret that I was not born with you, so that I could enjoy happiness with you every day."

Seeing Cao Ze standing there dumbfounded, she said with a hint of anger, "Why are you so dense!"

Zhao Ji grew angrier the more she thought about it, "In the name of the Empress Dowager, I order you to give me a massage immediately!"

"Otherwise, otherwise... I will lock you up in Ganquan Palace and force you to return to your residence to frolic with your wives and concubines!"

She had intended to threaten Cao Ze with her life, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to say it, which made her so angry that she almost stomped her feet.

In matters of the heart, she's like a little girl who hasn't grown up... Cao Ze silently commented on Zhao Ji.

I wonder if she was spoiled and ruined while being raised in the palace.

Cao Ze sighed softly, and finally relented, saying, "Please, Your Majesty, undress..."

It wasn't easy for him to maintain his public image; today, he had to let Zhao Ji taste the flavors of his eighteen kinds of culinary skills.

Zhao Ji's expression softened slightly, like a gentle spring breeze, and she said with a smile, "I'm used to being served. There are no palace servants here. Please help me undress."

Little vixen, oh no, this beautiful girl is really something... Cao Ze gradually sheds his honest persona, and the image of a prime minister with the spirit of Wei Wu gradually comes online.

Zhao Ji was very pleased and proud. Her painstaking efforts had finally won the man's heart.

Cao Ze untied the bright red ribbon, and Zhao Ji's bright red silk robe immediately slipped off.

In the warm-toned room, this fair, jade-like, exquisite body seemed to become the center of the world at that moment.

Cao Ze looked at Zhao Ji's fair and voluptuous body and swallowed hard.

Good heavens, that's too criminal! Who could resist that?

Zhao Ji had been keeping an eye on Cao Ze, and naturally saw that Cao Ze was attracted by her proud figure, and a smug smile appeared on his beautiful face.

She gave Cao Ze a flirtatious wink and sat casually on the phoenix couch.

"I am already exhausted, sir, why don't you quickly relieve my fatigue?"

Cao Ze slowly walked up to Zhao Ji. Massage was a piece of cake for him; he was incredibly experienced.

He extended his finger and gently pressed on Zhao Ji's shoulder and neck, not to test the elasticity of her skin, but to assess the strength of his finger.

If someone were to accidentally stab Zhao Ji and create a bloody hole, it could be fatal.

"What are you dawdling about, sir? Hurry up!"

Zhao Ji said in a slightly trembling voice.

She could have simply pulled Cao Ze into the relationship, but she preferred to win the heart of this man who captivated her step by step.

Cao Ze skillfully assumed the role of a technician, kneading, pinching, pressing, and twisting Zhao Ji's slender, fair shoulders and long, delicate neck as if kneading dough...

Everywhere your fingertips touch is warm, fragrant, and soft.

In Cao Ze's eyes, Zhao Ji's figure was perfectly plump; any more would make her look fat, and any less would make her look thin. Not to mention her fair and beautiful skin, which was smooth to the touch, yet one could see that the skin was quite firm and had a rich texture.

The more Cao Ze massaged Zhao Ji, the more adept he became.

Zhao Ji let out a very comfortable sigh, "Sir's technique is even better than before."

Her emotions had been running high, and she had been standing for a long time, so her muscles and bones were already a little sore. But when Cao Ze pushed and pressed her, the soreness miraculously disappeared.

Instead, it produced a strange, tingling sensation that made her feel indescribably comfortable all over.

Cao Ze paused for a moment. If Zhao Ji hadn't mentioned it, he really wouldn't have felt that his skills had improved.

"Your Majesty flatters me. Are you satisfied?"

Zhao Ji closed her beautiful eyes slightly and said softly, "Not satisfied, sir, please continue."

Cao Ze immediately understood that Zhao Ji wanted to relax a bit more.

He decided to unleash his full potential, using his rarely used cheat ability. Of course, he only used a little bit, as more would be disastrous... He thought about how Zhao Ji had become the Empress, and if Ying Zheng knew about it, he might even be tempted to send her to keep Shang Yang company.

Cao Ze applied more pressure with his fingers, like using a gua sha tool, swirling them back and forth on Zhao Ji's shoulders and neck.

Zhao Ji closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly from time to time. Before long, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and two rosy clouds rose on her fair cheeks, which were as white and smooth as freshly steamed snow cake. Against her slender and fair neck, she looked like a begonia in bloom, shrouded in the mist of sunrise.

This made her already beautiful face even more alluring than usual, making her look like a complete stunner.

Cao Ze asked with concern, "Is the Empress Dowager suffering from the heat?"

It was June, and the room was decorated in warm colors. With the incense burner swirling around, it was already a little warm, even with the ice chest to cool off.

Zhao Ji's inner garment was already soaked through, and her fair, jade-like face shone brightly, as if on fire, and even her delicate earlobes were red as if they were about to bleed.