The Captive Consort's Tale - Chapter 182: Nine Years in a Flash, Time Flies

When they returned to the palace, Shun Yuan had already woken up and was crying incessantly in the nanny's arms, his little face flushed red from crying. Ming Ruo felt extremely sorry for him and quickly took him from the nanny's arms, gently coaxing him. The little guy finally quieted down, sobbing, with a tear still clinging to the corner of his eye.
As she was carrying Shun Yuan around the palace, Emperor Xu Li returned. He took the little one from her arms, holding Shun Yuan in one arm and leading Ming Ruo to sit down by the bed with the other.
As soon as Emperor Xuli entered, Eunuch An led the maids and servants out, leaving the two of them in a quiet space.
"What's wrong today? Who made Ruo'er unhappy?" Placing Shun Yuan between the two of them, Emperor Xu Li stroked the tender little face with one finger and looked at Ming Ruo, asking with a half-smile.
Mingruo paused for a moment before shaking her head and saying, "No."
"What's wrong?" he chuckled. "Could it be that Shun Yuan has misbehaved?"
“He’s just a baby. It’s only natural for him to be naughty. Besides, I’m his mother. What mother would complain about her son being naughty?” Mingruo gave him a reproachful look and picked up Shunyuan. The little guy didn’t understand what his father and mother were talking about, but he grinned and showed his pink gums that hadn’t grown any teeth yet.
He embraced the mother and son tightly, lowering his head to nuzzle Mingruo's face with his nose, showering her with soft kisses. Mingruo, however, had no such intention. She held Shunyuan close, using this to shield herself from the emperor's large hand that touched her chest: "Father, farewell..."
Seeing that she looked a little tired, Emperor Xu Li did not insist: "Are you tired?"
“…Hmm.” Mingruo nodded, her eyes becoming even more misty as she looked at Shunyuan’s innocent smiling face in her arms, as if filled with endless sorrow.
“Then let’s take a short rest,” he said.
She looked at him with a complicated expression, and after a moment she obediently nodded, letting him take off her embroidered shoes and white socks, and then they went to sleep together.
She shouldn't have thought about all this so much, she shouldn't have done it at all.
Mingruo sighed softly. She used to despise those sentimental, melodramatic stories in books, but she never imagined they would one day befall her. In just one year, she felt as if she had aged decades. Looking in the bronze mirror, the once carefree young woman now appeared as if she were a married woman; not a trace of her former innocence could be found.
Always growing old, always growing old, how can I bear to drink and talk about my youth? Who says that in the old days, parting from you was better than meeting you again?
Red sleeves beckoning;
The peach blossoms have returned in the blink of an eye, but there are no familiar faces to praise their beauty.
——————————I am the pure dividing line nine years later——————————————————
Nine years later.
Her slender, jade-like fingers rested flat on the strings, plucking with melodious grace, producing a tinkling, heavenly sound. Her jet-black hair was styled in a simple bun, and she wore a white palace dress—an extremely simple and understated outfit. Yet, a gold hairpin in her hair added a touch of regal elegance to this beauty. Seeing her, you would find it strange. Why was it that such a refined and romantic figure inspired such awe that one dared not even glance at her?
A gust of wind swept in, and peach petals fell endlessly, mingling with the exquisite beauty in the Imperial Garden, making it impossible to tell whether she was human or fairy.
As the music grew more soothing and steady, a pair of slender, well-defined hands covered the delicate hands on the instrument, guiding her to pluck the strings and transform the notes into countless variations, turning a babbling brook into a mighty army, and then into a thousand sails passing by.
No one dared to disturb this most noble couple in the world, except for—"Father—Mother—"
Mingruo was jolted backward by the force of the small body's impact. Fortunately, Emperor Xuli grabbed her waist, managing to catch the little boy who had rushed into her arms. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that his face was covered in sweat. She took out her embroidered handkerchief and tenderly wiped the sweat from her beloved son's face. Her tone sounded reproachful, but it was incredibly gentle: "Why are you all sweaty again? Where have you been playing around?"
"Mother, I'm not hot." The young boy shook his head vigorously. The hair that Mingruo had just combed for him that morning was now a mess. Although his clothes were not dirty, they were soaked, which showed how much sweat he had shed.
"Look at you, how come your clothes are torn?" Mingruo exclaimed in surprise. Shunyuan followed his mother's gaze and looked down, only to find that there was a small tear in his waist.
"You've sweated so much. Go back to your palace and change your clothes. Be careful not to catch a cold and have to take medicine for half a month like last time."
Upon hearing that she would have to take medicine for half a month, her pretty little face immediately scrunched up: "Ugh—I don't want to take medicine!"
"If you don't want to take your medicine, change your clothes."
If you were to ask who Xiao Shunyuan likes the most in this world, it would undoubtedly be his mother, Zhuohua; and if you were to ask who he fears the most in this world... is there anyone else besides Emperor Xuli? So as soon as his father spoke, he stuck out his tongue, crawled out of Mingruo's arms, bowed, and ran away in a flash.
Mingruo also stood up, but Emperor Xuli pressed her down: "Where are you going?"
"I'll go take a look..."
“No way.” He snorted. “He’s old enough to change his own clothes.” Besides, the Crown Prince’s palace has dedicated nannies, maids, and eunuchs to serve him. Why would he need her?
Mingruo tried to pull on the iron-like arm around her waist, but to no avail. She pouted unhappily, "Father Emperor—" When the two of them were alone, she always called him Father Emperor, but whenever a third person was present, she would call him Emperor or Xuanzhen, never letting a third person know about their relationship.
“Calling me Father is no use.” Emperor Xuli frowned, picked her up, and sat down on the zither stool.
"If I have to go back, I can only go back to Panlong Palace. I miss you." His large hand had somehow slipped to her chest and grabbed a rounded breast, kneading it incessantly.
Over the years, Mingruo's body had become increasingly sensitive under his tutelage, to the point that she would be aroused at the slightest touch. It was the same now; he only needed to gently caress her, and she was already limp and unwilling to move.
"Hmm... I'm going to have some pastries with Shun Yuan later... No way..."
Shun Yuan, Shun Yuan, Shun Yuan—every sentence revolves around Shun Yuan. He only wanted this child to keep her in check, not to compete for favor! Emperor Xu Li's face darkened, his phoenix eyes narrowed, and he suddenly ripped open Ming Ruo's clothes!
She was startled and hurriedly tried to tidy herself up, but he grabbed her wrists and twisted them behind her back: "Are you going back or not? If you're not going back, it's fine to do it here." He had never tried making love in the open before, and he was still looking forward to it.
Without even hesitating, Mingruo nodded immediately: "Go back, go back—"
"good."
She was already a woman in her twenties, yet he had pampered her like a child for years, as if she would never grow up. Mingruo buried her face in Emperor Xuli's arms, not daring to look at the expression on Eunuch An's face behind her. For the past nine years, Emperor Xuli had always done as she pleased, never going against her wishes, except in bed. She could arrogantly play on his head, but she couldn't stop him from touching her.

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