[Fantasy] The Harem is in Chaos (Complete) - 30

In the main text, at Li Yue's wedding

, Li Yue was immediately struck by the sight of Yan Huang.

Was this guy born in the Year of the Dog? She hadn't invited him, yet he'd come all the way here?

Was this guy asking for a beating? Looking at the others at the table, everyone except Murong Juan was glaring at him angrily, practically ready to flip the table.

Thinking of Murong Juan…

she couldn't help but laugh at herself. She was almost married, yet she was still secretly heartbroken over another man's indifference. She was truly born a sentimental soul!

Poor Yan Huang!

Composing herself, she awkwardly asked, "Why are you here?"

Seeing Li Yue's slight displeasure, Yan Huang smiled and said, "Actually, I'm here to pay the bill." He then turned to approach, but before he could take a step, a flash of silver light appeared, and a crescent-shaped blade was pressed against his neck. Ye Qianxun couldn't

hold back and attacked, Yu Wuchen and Su Yingge immediately adopted a look of anticipation, only Murong Juan's expression remained tense.

Li Yue was startled and asked, "Ye Qianxun, what are you doing?"

Her carotid artery was almost pressed against the sharp blade that could cut through gold with a single breath, but Yan Huang smiled and comforted Li Yue, "Don't worry, it's just jealousy. I understand men's feelings."

"Shut up!" Ye Qianxun became even angrier at his words, turning to look at Li Yue and saying, "Li Yue, I've told you before, I don't care who you loved before, who you love now, or who you'll love in the future. As long as you love me, I'll stay by your side. But, if you're going to marry, no matter how many people you marry, you must marry me first!"

Silence fell around them.

Ye Qianxun glanced at the men staring at him, his neck stiff, and said, "Why are you looking at me like that? Those of you still dreaming of monopolizing Liyue, get lost! I, Ye Qianxun, won't stand for that!" As he spoke, he brought the blade closer to Yan Huang's neck, shouting, "Including you!"

Yan Huang sighed, tilting his head back, and said, "Let's talk this out. If you accidentally cut me... who's going to pay for the drinks today?"

Hearing such a threatening question, even the usually indifferent Murong Juan couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Su Yingge crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow, and scrutinized Ye Qianxun with a critical gaze, saying, "Actually, I just want to ask, damn it, why should Liyue have to marry you first?"

"Two reasons," Ye Qianxun said confidently, "First, I'm the oldest."

"May I ask how old Palace Master Ye is this year?" Su Yingge continued to provoke.

"Twenty-one." At this crucial moment in the power struggle, Ye Qianxun was too lazy to nitpick at the barbs in his words.

"Pah! You dare to call yourself the biggest at twenty-one? I really want to smother you! The twenty-two over there hasn't even spoken yet," Su Yingge cursed.

Ye Qianxun followed his gaze and glanced at Murong Juan. Speaking of which, this guy had given him some threat when he was using the alias Qu Liushang, but after reverting to Murong Juan, he posed almost no threat to him in terms of Liyue, so he had overlooked the existence of such a person.

"He's called old, not big." Ye Qianxun felt that his thinking was unusually fast when it came to things related to Liyue.

"Pfft..." Liyue, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally burst out laughing. She looked up at Murong Juan opposite her and found that his gaze was only on the blade against Yan Huang's neck, still expressionless, showing remarkable composure.

Su Yingge rolled her eyes and said, "You unreasonable troublemaker! The first point doesn't hold true. What about the second?"

"I'm her first man." With a "I'll make a big deal out of it" attitude, Ye Qianxun spoke up again without hesitation.

The room fell silent instantly.

Li Yue sighed and rubbed her forehead. This big-mouthed man, should she tell them all the details too?

Just as she was rubbing her forehead, the ever-fluctuating vat of jealousy completely overturned!

First, Yan Huang suddenly elbowed him backward, instantly breaking free from his grasp. Before Ye Qianxun could pursue, two more people pounced on him. Su Yingge cursed, "You're getting the better deal and acting innocent! Why don't you just die? You bastard, you must have forced her with force!"

Li Yue was immediately moved to tears. After all, Su Yingge understood her. It was indeed forced at first, but... she forced him first, and then he retaliated...

"You're just jealous! Try forcing me and see! Humph!" Ye Qianxun loudly retorted, and in the blink of an eye, the three of them were engaged in a chaotic brawl, turning the small tavern into a scene of utter chaos.

After a moment's thought, Li Yue looked up and found Yu Wuchen sitting unharmed to the side. She immediately became suspicious. Weren't two people just pouncing on him? Yu Wuchen didn't go, so...

Murong Juan, so he'd been holding back all along? Now he finally couldn't hold back anymore?

Even he couldn't hold back anymore, so what were the others thinking?

Li Yue stole a glance at Yu Wuchen, only to see him with his head bowed, his long, jade-like fingers slowly tracing the rim of his wine glass, lost in thought.

Yan Huang approached slowly, about to speak, but Li Yue gestured for him to be quiet. Looking over there, Murong Juan was launching a frontal attack, Su Yingge was seizing every opportunity to shoot him with poisoned needles, and Ye Qianxun was dodging and weaving, the fight fierce.

Li Yue stood up, pulled Yan Huang along, and tiptoed through the side door leading to the back of the tavern, disappearing in a flash.

In the deserted alley of the ancient city, Li Yue released his hand, but he took the initiative, grabbing her hand tightly.

Li Yue looked up at him beside her and asked, "Yan Huang, I won't lie to you, even if we marry, I can't completely let go of them."

"I know," Yan Huang replied calmly.

Li Yue was somewhat surprised and asked, "You don't mind?"

"Do you believe me? In my heart, men and women are only physiologically different; in other respects, they are equal. Don't look at me like that. I know you don't believe me, but this is my honest opinion. Thinking about it carefully, all of this should be attributed to my mother. As I grew up, for the sake of power, I hated and resented her more than I loved her. However, it was during this coup that I returned from Xiwu and went directly to Xiongzhou to find Hu Youan. On the reviewing stand, looking at the massive army of 100,000 soldiers, at the magnificent sight of their golden spears and iron horses, and knowing that my army was aimed at none other than my mother, at that moment, I didn't feel a surge of heroic spirit, nor did I feel conflicted. At that moment, I remembered my childhood.

Since I can remember, I rarely saw my father. He was in poor health, and every day, besides attending court, he would recuperate in his palace. When I was five years old, my mother was only a Consort Yi. At that time, I didn't understand anything, only that there were several women in the harem who were of higher status than my mother, and my mother had to bow to them. The highest-ranking one was called the Empress.

" It was childish, but seeing my favorite tutor snatched away by the Empress's younger brother made me wake up in the middle of the night, crying and demanding to see my mother.

I thought she wouldn't come, but she did. Seeing me cry, she hugged my head and asked why. I said, "My favorite tutor was taken away by the Emperor's younger brother." She was silent for a long time, then said something I will never forget.

She said, "Cry, the more tears you shed, the more will be taken away from you. Your mother can give you life, but that's all. There are countless good things in the world; if you want them, you have to fight for them yourself. If you're hungry, the bread is hanging on the wall; everyone else is finding their own way, but you're standing here crying. By the time you finish crying, the bread will be in someone else's stomach.

Yan Huang, you must remember, although you are only six years old now, as a prince, you don't have time to cry. If you want to cry, go write, practice swordsmanship, go wrestle with the eunuchs, or even tease the palace maids. Never, ever let your father see you cry."

Her words made me forget to cry.

She praised me, then held me close, looking out the window, and softly said, "Your mother can only build you a ladder; whether you can climb it is up to you."

That was the first time I vaguely realized the responsibility and pressure that my status brought me.

In the following years, fewer and fewer people in the palace could command my mother's respect, and fewer and fewer people could take things from me. In the end, only the Empress and my only younger brother remained. When

I was nine, in an archery competition, my brother was slightly inferior to me and lost. He was furious and, as he left, pointed at me and said, "Don't be so smug; you'll be the first to die!"

He was only eight years old then, and I didn't take his words to heart. It wasn't until a year later, when my father passed away and the harem was in turmoil, that I remembered his words and realized he wasn't joking.

Unfortunately, he was the first to die, not me. But I know that the reverse is also true.

It was my mother who protected me, and in doing so, she protected herself.

I climbed the throne using the ladder my mother had laid out for me, and now, before she's even retracted her hand from the ladder, I'm already enraged, hateful, and rebellious…

I hate myself for being ungrateful, disloyal, and unfilial.

Reflecting, what difference would it make if my mother sat on the throne? My father gave me life and left me an empire, but it was my mother who saved my life and then handed the empire to me. In a sense, my mother's role in my life is far more powerful and real than my father's.”

He looked up, sighed softly, and continued, “People's awareness always lags behind their actions. I'm fortunate I didn't reach the point of no return before I realized this. Before, I deeply abhorred her keeping male lovers in the palace. Putting myself in her shoes, if I were alone for over a decade, I would surely crave a partner. Even without emotional connection, physiological needs are human instincts, and no morality or law should stifle them. It was for her that I changed my rigidly dogmatic views on men and women.”

The tradition of men having multiple wives and concubines, even a harem, is deeply ingrained and long-standing. However, even if widely accepted, it's not necessarily reasonable. Are all women who share a husband truly happy? It's simply a matter of mutual consent. While monogamy is enviable, not everyone is fortunate enough to have it. To love without being able to let go, yet not to possess exclusively, is to seek the "blessing" of having multiple partners.

If men can do this, why can't women? It's simply that breaking societal norms means both men and women face extraordinary pressure. For the sake of love, men need a broader perspective, able to accept rivals who have made similar sacrifices and emotional investments. Women, besides needing the allure that men wouldn't want to let go of even if they had to share, should also be able to stand out from the crowd and defy societal norms. Liyue, are you ready? "He finished speaking eloquently, then turned to look at Li Yue, a faint smile in his eyes.

Li Yue stared at him, speechless.

To be honest, for a long time, she appeared carefree on the surface, but deep down she had been torn between not being able to let go of this one and not being able to give up that one. She had even thought about whether she could take all the men she liked into her own harem. But whenever she thought about it, and imagined their open and covert struggles and jealousy, she felt that this idea was simply wishful thinking.

Unexpectedly... " The first person to transform her wild ideas into a linguistic blueprint and articulate them so logically and persuasively was none other than Yan Huang, the emperor of a nation. With

such eloquence, even if he weren't emperor, he could probably thrive as a diplomat.

It's said that a prime minister's belly can hold a boat; in her opinion, Yan Huang's belly could hold prime ministers in a dragon boat race.

She was stunned for a moment, finally reacting, but before she could speak, she heard Yan Huang raise his voice again: "Young Master Yu, what do you think of what I've said?"

Li Yue was startled and turned around abruptly. Sure enough, Yu Wuchen had silently followed behind her.

Seeing the two turn around, Yu Wuchen seemed somewhat at a loss, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Li Yue, I have something to say to you." Yan

Huang released Li Yue and stood watching the two walk to the nearby ditch.

After only a few words, Yu Wuchen's expression became abnormal. He stared at Li Yue, his snow-white sleeves trembling slightly. Finally, he frowned in extreme pain, turned, and drifted away like a cloud, looking... like he was about to burst into tears.

Li Yue watched him disappear at the end of the alley, then, with a hint of mischievous triumph in her eyes, she walked easily towards Yan Huang.

"Young Master Yu, are you in a hurry to relieve yourself?" Yan Huang asked with a smile.

"Yes." Li Yue smiled. That rascal, he actually came to ask her when she and Ye Qianxun got together. She immediately replied, "The night we broke up," and who else would cry?

"So, you came here today specifically to comfort me?" Reaching Yan Huang, Li Yue continued the previous topic.

"No." Yan Huang's smile vanished, his gaze sharp as needles, probing into Li Yue's eyes. "I want to know," he said, "what were you and my mother doing in Xuanwu Hall that night before I arrived?"

Li Yue's eyes widened.

"My mother is never one to act on emotion. I don't believe my love for you moved her, that's why she used marrying you as a condition for relinquishing power. You've only met my mother a few times. I'm curious why she values you so much." A sharp edge lurked behind Yan Huang's gentle gaze.

"I love you," Li Yue whispered, her eyelashes lowered.

Yan Huang was taken aback.

Seeing his lack of reaction, Li Yue looked up into his dark pupils and repeated, "Yan Huang, I love you, and your mother loves you too. What else do you want to know?"

Yan Huang froze for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace, his voice, barely containing his excitement, whispering in her ear, "I don't want to think about it anymore. This is enough." Everyone has secrets. He couldn't expect her to be completely transparent in front of him, just as he could never know why his mother had always looked at Pei Yanxi with such absentmindedness.

But, as long as he knew they both loved him, that was enough. That was the most important thing.

Li Yue wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed her face against his chest, closed her eyes, and silently prayed: "Cousin, because I love you, I've done everything I can to protect you. I hope you can understand my good intentions and not overthink or ask too many questions from now on. Just protect your kingdom and your mother, that's all."

…

After learning that Li Yue had only been with Ye Qianxun in a fit of anger after their falling out, Yu Wuchen was heartbroken and returned to Xiwu that very night.

Murong Juan and Yan Huang were childhood friends, practically brothers who would risk their lives for each other. Even though he was in pain, he couldn't show it when Li Yue was going to marry Yan Huang.

Ye Qianxun and Su Yingge, after a few fights, calmed down and realized Li Yue's mind was made up; even if they made a scene, it would be too late.

They wanted to leave, but the thought of Li Yue and Yan Huang's wedding in a few days made them reluctant to go. They

wanted to stay, but their hearts ached terribly.

The two stayed at the same inn in the ancient city, and their initial fights gradually escalated into drinking escalated into drinking every time they met. Within days, their drinking club had gained two more elite members.

...

On the day of the grand wedding, the whole country rejoiced, and Yong'an was in an uproar.

Pei Qingyao was not a heartless person after all. Taking advantage of the emperor's wedding, she granted a general amnesty, even releasing Prince Chen, Pei Bangqing, who had attempted to force the emperor to abdicate two months earlier. However, he could no longer reside in Yong'an. When she saw him off as he left the city, Pei Qingyao had a long talk with him. As they were leaving, a eunuch noticed that Prince Chen's eyes were red, as if he had been crying.

The emperor's wedding ceremony was so numerous it nearly drove Li Yue mad. Adorned in a magnificent and heavy phoenix coronet and wedding gown, Li Yue, guided by palace maids, was busy from before dawn until the afternoon. Just as she was about to explode, she managed to steal a glance at Yan Huang from behind the jeweled tassels covering his face with his phoenix coronet. She found him dashing in his dragon robe, so handsome it was almost unbearable. So she patiently suppressed her frustration.

By mid-afternoon, Li Yue suddenly saw a glimmer of hope. The master of ceremonies announced that the emperor and empress should proceed to the Dragon and Phoenix Terrace outside the palace gates to receive the homage of the people and receive their blessings. Afterwards, the ceremony would be complete. Receiving the homage

of the people on their wedding day was a tradition passed down through generations of the Eastern Imperial Family, and bestowing blessings upon the people was essentially a banquet for them.

Walking the red carpet outside the palace, the emperor and empress could hold hands as a sign of their affection. As soon as Yan Huang took Li Yue's hand, Li Yue complained in a low voice, "Huang Huang, is this phoenix crown made of pure gold? It's so damn heavy, my neck is killing me. Wouldn't it be disrespectful to the people if I took it off?"

Hearing this, Yan Huang, amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, reached out and removed the phoenix crown, adorned with South Sea pearls and jewels, from Li Yue's head, tossing it to a nearby palace maid.

The master of ceremonies said, "Your Majesty..." "

Who made this phoenix crown? Did they intend to break the Empress's neck? Summon them to see me tomorrow." Yan Huang's tone was unfriendly.

The people below immediately fell silent.

Li Yue secretly pinched Yan Huang's palm, chuckling softly, "Such a hypocrite."

Yan Huang cleared his throat with a serious expression and whispered in Li Yue's ear, "If only this were the way to the bridal chamber."

Li Yue, struggling to suppress her laughter, pinched him hard.

Bathed in the dazzling afternoon sun of August, Li Yue, dressed in flowing red robes, ascended the six-zhang-high Dragon and Phoenix Terrace with Yan Huang. Below, a group of guards formed a crescent shape, separating the crowd from the platform. Looking out, the vast square in front of the palace was densely packed with Yong'an citizens who had come to pay their respects to the Emperor and Empress. [The following appears to be unrelated advertising text:] ...still relying on their hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video Fan Bingbing's lower body realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions, close to the female physiological structure, experience a more realistic feeling... [The following appears to be unrelated advertising text:] ...perfectly controlled, irresistible! Click to enter.

Standing in the center of the crowd, basking in the glory, Li Yue couldn't help but worry. Were Ye Qianxun, Su Yingge, and the others also looking up at her below? Would they be heartbroken and unable to find relief because of this scene?

Unbeknownst to her, just as dawn broke, Murong Juan, carrying a jar of his long-preserved aged wine, went to the inn where Ye Qianxun and Su Yingge were staying. At that moment, the three of them were already sprawled out, drunk and disheveled.

Yan Huang and Li Yue had just settled on the platform when a eunuch with a penetrating voice drawled out, "Bow—"

The dense crowd in the square all bowed down in unison, shouting "Long live the Emperor!" The perfectly synchronized movements and the deafening roar, standing high above, evoked a profound sense of superiority, a feeling of being above all others.

Perhaps it was because this feeling was so awe-inspiring, so captivating, that royal families around the world inevitably engaged in fratricide, father-son rivalry, and the changing of the throne…

Li Yue was lost in thought when she suddenly caught a strange sound beside her ear.

"Sister Yue... Yue... cough, Sister Yue..."

This faint voice, amidst the deafening cheers of the people, was truly small and pitiful, yet she was certain she hadn't misheard.

She immediately lowered her eyes, searching the crowd for the source of the voice. Sure enough, on the right side of the square, near the Dragon and Phoenix Platform, several people hadn't knelt. Seeing her turn her head, one person waved at her, then collapsed backward.

Li Yue was stunned.

Tiny, delicate pink?

The main text: A close call.

Li Yue watched as Jinlu fell, and chaos erupted around him. Not knowing what had happened, she whispered in a voice only Yan Huang could hear, "Yan Huang, that's Prince Jinlu of the Southern Buddha. He seems to have fainted. Could you send someone to settle him down first?"

Without a word, Yan Huang beckoned to a eunuch standing nearby, gave him a few instructions, and the eunuch hurried off the platform.

After the ceremony, back at the palace, Li Yue was taken to Linde Palace, but soon after, she changed into casual clothes and slipped out.

Inside the temporary palace next to the imperial palace, used to entertain foreign royalty and officials, Yan Huang was already there when Li Yue arrived. He stood tall and elegant by the window, where an elderly imperial physician was reporting something to him. Five or six other physicians were whispering at the foot of the bed. Li Shi and his entourage stood at the head of the bed, their faces haggard, anxiously watching Jin Lu lying silently on the bed.

Li Yue went straight to the bedside upon entering. Seeing Jin Lu's pale face and barely breathing breath, she paused, suppressing her anxiety, and turned to ask Yan Huang, "What happened to him?"

Yan Huang walked over, glanced at Jin Lu, and said, "The imperial physicians say he's been poisoned by a rare toxin. Excessive fatigue combined with the poison's effects... I'm afraid..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Li Yue understood. Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned to look at Li Shi and the others, asking, "What happened?"

Li Shi's voice was hoarse, and his face was ashen; he clearly hadn't had a proper rest in a long time. Hearing Yan Huang's words... She nearly fainted, only managing to hold on with extraordinary willpower, yet tears welled in her eyes as she said, "Upon hearing the news of your marriage, Miss Qin, His Highness simply couldn't calm down. No matter who tried to persuade him, it was to no avail. He's been on this journey... only stopping when he vomited blood due to the poison, and after less than an hour of rest, he set off again... We really had no choice..."

Li Yue was stunned, turning her gaze to the man on the bed. His once rosy cheeks were now gaunt, his usually bright red lips were chapped, and there seemed to be traces of blood at the corners of his mouth.

For her, he was willing to risk his life? Although she had always known that he was truly in love with her, she had never imagined that he could be so devoted.

Reaching out to touch his now pale and cold cheek, she almost burst into tears.

The poison... the poison!

Li Yue's heart trembled, and she turned and called out, "Go, quickly go and find Su Yingge!"

Heaven help him, help him not to have left Yong'an, help him to have the antidote.

Following Yan Huang's orders, the imperial guards personally went to the inn where Su Yingge was staying in the ancient city. Pushing open the door to the room reeking of alcohol, they rummaged through the three drunkards slumped on the table and lying on the floor, finally picking one out and carrying it back to the palace to report.

Seeing Su Yingge completely drunk, Li Yue had no time to wonder why he was so intoxicated. She ordered a basin of ice water to be brought and poured it over his head.

Su Yingge shivered, but remained dazed.

"Su Yingge, Su Yingge, wake up!" Li Yue patted his face, finally managing to open his closed eyes a crack.

"All of you, leave," Yan Huang ordered the imperial physicians, maids, and eunuchs in the hall.

They obeyed and filed out of the hall.

Su Yingge's unfocused gaze slowly focused on Li Yue's face. Upon seeing her clearly, he suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Yan Huang glanced sideways. He knew this would be the outcome, which was why he had dismissed the servants beforehand. As for Jin Lu's men… their master's life was uncertain, and asking them to leave would be unreasonable. Oh well, as long as he didn't lose face in front of his own men, that was fine.

"Li Yue, I knew it! You were just angry with me, that's why you agreed to marry Yan Huang, right? I was wrong. I won't use you anymore, I won't compete with Jin Lu anymore. Come back, please come back!" He hugged Li Yue, slurring his words, uttering heartfelt words he would never have easily uttered in his lucidity.

At this moment, Li Yue couldn't care less about the awkwardness. She pushed away his arms and dragged him to the bedside, pointing at Jin Lu and saying, "Save him, save him and I'll forgive you."

Drunk people are truly unreasonable. One moment he was swearing to Li Yue that he would no longer fight with Jin Lü, but the next moment, seeing Jin Lü lying on the bed, he immediately retorted, "How come he's still alive? A scourge lives on forever, I won't save him!" He tried to back away, but his limbs wouldn't obey him, and he fell flat on his back.

Li Yue pressed her advantage, pounced on him, dragged him to the bedside, turned his face to look into his eyes, and said, "Su Yingge, I don't care how drunk you are, I want you to save him, immediately! If anything happens to him, I will never forgive you!" Although he was

completely drunk, Li Yue's threat was still effective, showing how powerful Li Yue's authority was in his mind.

He was truly unable to move at this moment, so Yan Huang had no choice but to call in the imperial physicians outside. He told them the antidote formula, and the physicians recorded and prepared it.

Even while drunk, she could recite the antidote formula, composed of fifty-three herbs, and specify the dosage of each one perfectly. After memorizing the formula, the imperial physicians looked at Su Yingge, who was slumped on the edge of the bed, with eyes that could only be described as worship.

It proved that the efficiency of the Dongyi Imperial Palace's pharmacy was very high; the medicine arrived just as Su Yingge had said it would be prepared.

It also proved that only Su Yingge could cure Su Yingge's poison. Less than half an hour after the medicine was administered to Jinlu, her complexion improved, and her breathing became steady and strong.

Li Yue breathed a sigh of relief and ordered someone to carry away Su Yingge, who had already fallen into a deep sleep. Looking out the window at the darkening sky, she suddenly remembered that tonight was her wedding night with Yan Huang. Her gaze swept over Yan Huang, who had been cooperative and uncomplaining throughout, and a pang of guilt flashed through her heart. Just as she was about to get up and return to Linde Palace with him, a hand suddenly reached out and precisely grabbed her wrist.

Li Yue turned to see Jin Lü, who was tossing and turning on the pillow, covered in sweat, murmuring, "Sister Yue... Sister Yue... don't go..."

Li Yue could only sit back down on the edge of the bed, gently patting his chest and soothingly saying, "Fen Nen, I'm here, I won't go, sleep, ah."

Jin Lü seemed to hear her and gradually quieted down.

Li Yue waited patiently for a moment, then gently pulled her wrist out of his hand. Before she could even get up, he, who had been sleeping soundly, frowned, clenched his fist, and found his palm empty. Immediately, he began to frantically grab at the air while calling out in a hoarse voice, "Sister Yue... Sister Yue..."

Li Yue frowned, but Yan Huang summoned a close eunuch standing nearby and gestured for him to place his wrist on the edge of the bed for him to grab. The eunuch did as he was told, but Jin Lu immediately released his grip as soon as he grasped it, continuing to frown and call out while grabbing wildly, sweat beading on his forehead.

Yan Huang then summoned a palace maid, and Jin Lu grabbed at her only once before realizing it wasn't Li Yue.

Yan Huang frowned, looking at Jin Lu lying on the bed flailing his arms, and instructed the imperial physician waiting nearby, "Go and see if he's unconscious or awake?"

Before the physician could approach, Jin Lu's chest jolted, and he suddenly coughed up blood, his arms going limply to his sides.

Li Yue was startled and asked the imperial physician, "Wasn't he better? Why is he still coughing up blood?"

After taking his pulse, the physician bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, although the poison has been neutralized, his vital energy is severely depleted. He cannot fully recover in the short term and needs slow recuperation."

Li Yue turned to look at Jinlu. Although he was silent, his bloodied lips were clearly still moving, and his weakly raised hand groped and moved inching along the edge of the bed. He looked utterly pitiful.

Seeing his determined expression, as if he wouldn't give up until he found her, Li Yue's heart softened almost instantly.

She dismissed the physician, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached out her hand. He grasped it, and miraculously, he fell silent almost immediately.

Li Yue turned to look at Yan Huang, her eyes pleading, the meaning unspoken: Let me take care of him for the night, please.

In this situation, what could Yan Huang say?

...

The next morning, Yan Huang went to court.

Pei Qingyao got up early, carefully dressed herself, and waited for Li Yue to come and pay her respects to her mother, the Empress.

She waited and waited, but Li Yue didn't come. She sent Wu Jia to investigate, only to receive the report that the Empress had stayed in the palace all night and hadn't returned.

Pei Qingyao immediately frowned. Was this some kind of double-dealing game? She

immediately ordered the imperial carriage to be prepared at the palace.

*

Inside the palace, Li Yue leaned against the bed frame. She had woken up feeling sore and uncomfortable all over. She reached out to rub her hands, but found her hand being held.

She then remembered that Jin Lu was lying in bed.

Turning her head, she saw that Jin Lu was awake, looking at her with a pair of captivating eyes.

"Oh, you're awake..." Li Yue breathed a sigh of relief. Last night, she had kept watch, and seeing that Li Shi and his party were exhausted, she had let them rest. Therefore, only the two of them were in the palace at this moment.

Jin Lu stared at her blankly, without saying a word.

Seeing his unusual expression, Li Yue reached out to touch his forehead, muttering to herself, "Could it be that he's still not fully conscious..."

Before she could finish, Jin Lu suddenly reached out and hugged her to his chest, choking back tears, "Sister Yue, I know I was wrong. Please don't marry Yan Huang, please don't ignore me. I brought the antidote for the Moon Gu. Go give it to Su Yingge, go give it to Murong Juan. I won't wait any longer. Even if I can't become emperor, it doesn't matter, as long as I have you. Sister Yue, from now on, I'll listen to whatever you say, I'll do whatever you say. I won't use any more schemes, I won't plot against Su Yingge and the others anymore. I'll be obedient, please forgive me?"

Her hoarse voice, trembling with sobs, murmured incoherently, a sight that was heartbreaking to hear.

Remembering how he nearly died when he arrived yesterday, and hearing his simple, incoherent words, she clearly felt his deep fear of losing her. A warm current of emotion surged through her heart. She propped herself up from his chest, smiled, and pinched his nose, saying, "Look at you, you've made yourself so ugly, how can I want you?"

Jinlu was stunned, tears still on his face, and hurriedly said, "Sister Yue, I'll get better, I promise I'll get better."

"Alright, I'll answer you when you've regained your beauty." Liyue said playfully, and was about to call the palace servants outside to come in and serve her when she turned around and was startled.

Pei Qingyao and Wu Jia had entered at some point, and she wondered how much they had overheard. Although Liyue was fearless, she felt somewhat embarrassed to be talking to another man behind her husband's back on the second day of their marriage.

Ignoring her awkwardness, Pei Qingyao walked to the bedside and scrutinized Jinlu from head to toe with a critical gaze, saying, "I despise men who cry all the time."

Turning to Liyue, she asked, "What should you call me today?"

This was a mutually agreeable transaction; now that she was married to Yan Huang, hiding it would be pretentious.

Liyue obediently curtsied and said, "Greetings, Mother Empress."

Despite having longed for these words for so long, Pei Qingyao felt no joy at finally hearing them.

Her emotions churned violently, and tears suddenly welled in her eyes. She turned away as if to hide her feelings, saying as she walked out, "That brat is nowhere near as good as our Emperor. Don't be mistaken."

She had overheard every word of Jinlu and Liyue's conversation; though brief, it had clearly explained the relationship between Liyue and him.

Seeing her own daughter so sought after, she felt proud and pleased. However, as a mother, she naturally preferred the son she had raised herself.

Li Yue watched her almost hasty departure, feeling a pang of sorrow in her heart.

The moment she uttered "Mother," she caught a glimpse of tears in her eyes.

Over the years, though she hadn't had much contact with

the Empress Dowager of Dongyi, she had heard many rumors about her man-like style of handling affairs and her iron-fisted methods. Yet, these simple two words, uttered by herself, brought tears to the eyes of this regent, a legendary figure in Dongyi's history…

Li Yue lowered her eyes, biting her lip, her hands unconsciously clenching…

*

Yan Huang came directly to the palace after court. Seeing all the eunuchs and maids standing outside, he knew a scene was unfolding inside, one that couldn't be seen by outsiders.

He canceled his announcement, leaving the accompanying eunuchs outside, and entered the palace alone.

On the bed, Jinlu was clinging to Li Yue, feeding him medicine, looking obedient. His clear eyes, which had been fixed affectionately on Li Yue's face, shifted the gaze the moment Yan Huang stepped into the palace, then froze.

Although Jinlu and Yan Huang had never met, they had communicated through their subordinates. Moreover, Jinlu had used the jade pendant Yan Huang had left for Liyue to develop iron mines and forge weapons in Dongyi, arming the troops prepared to deal with Jinwei—a stroke of goodwill, in a way. He simply couldn't have imagined that the woman he loved would marry him.

Now, meeting again, both felt complex emotions, but couldn't show them because Liyue was present.

Liyue turned around following Jinlu's gaze and saw Yan Huang. Thinking of how she had stayed to care for Jinlu on their wedding night, she was unsure what to say when Yan Huang smiled warmly and said, "It seems Crown Prince Jin is recovering well."

Jinlu's eyes flickered, and he said, "Thank you for your help, Your Majesty."

Yan Huang walked over gracefully and said, "Crown Prince, you needn't be so polite. However, my Empress must be tired from a sleepless night; let me take over." He then reached for the bowl of medicine in Liyue's hands.

Imagining him, a grown man, spoon-feeding her medicine, Jin Lu felt a chill and quickly reached out, saying, "I can do it myself, Your Majesty, no need to trouble you."

"In that case," Yan Huang's smile remained unchanged as he turned to Li Yue, saying, "Empress, come out for a moment, I have something to say to you."

Jin Lu, holding the pills, watched the two figures disappear through the palace gates, her innocent expression turning serious.

She had taken a risky gamble this time. Although she didn't yet understand why Li Yue married Yan Huang, she had at least figured out Li Yue's feelings and knew she held some weight in her heart. At least she would abandon her groom on their wedding night to take care of her, right?

But this Yan Huang… truly, reputation doesn't match reality; meeting him was a threat.

He possessed the ultimate weapon against women like Li Yue—magnanimity.

Just imagine, last night Li Yue left Yan Huang, her groom, alone in his room for her sake. Even if an ordinary man had reluctantly yielded yesterday for Li Yue's sake, he certainly wouldn't have given him a pleasant look today.

But look at Yan Huang, how gentle and natural his smile, how tolerant and considerate his offer to take over feeding her medicine… He could guarantee that Li Yue was now filled with guilt and gratitude, wanting nothing more than to make amends.

Generosity… He had tried to feign it at first, but it was so difficult! Seeing Li Yue with other men drove him to the brink of madness. For

Yan Huang to act this way, either he was incredibly cunning, or he was genuinely magnanimous.

He truly hoped Yan Huang was just cunning; if it was a lie, it would be exposed sooner or later. If it was real… what could he possibly use to compete with him? How could you compete with someone who seemed to disregard you completely?

…

After leaving the palace, Yan Huang, pulling Li Yue along, strode towards the palace while telling the maids and eunuchs standing outside, “Go in and serve him well.”

He was tall and had long legs; Li Yue had to jog to keep up with his long strides.

"Hey, didn't you say you had something to say?" After running for a while, seeing that he was just heading straight ahead without saying a word, Li Yue couldn't help but ask.

Yan Huang turned his head, a hint of a smile in his eyes, and said, "I have something to say, and I have something to do." After speaking, he continued to pull her towards the palace.

"What is it?" Li Yue asked.

Yan Huang didn't answer. When they arrived at the imperial garden, he dismissed the chief eunuch behind him, pulled Li Yue to his side, and said, "You want me to spend my wedding night alone in my room? What do you think I should do?"

"Uh..." Li Yue choked on her words. He pulled her towards the waterside pavilion in the middle of the lake.

As soon as they entered the pavilion shrouded in sheer gauze, he swept her up in his arms and said in a sinister tone, "Little beauty, will you make amends to me or do I have to punish you?"

Li Yue stared at him, who was completely different from his usual self, and exclaimed, "Yan Huang, are you possessed?"

Yan Huang smiled and said, "A normal man has two sides, one of a gentleman and the other of a beast. The gentleman's side is for outsiders, and the beast's side is for his lover."

"Get lost!" Seeing his serious expression, Li Yue laughed and hit him, but at the same time, he placed her on the long couch in the pavilion covered with jade mats.

Yan Huang leaned down, smoothing the hair at the side of her forehead, and asked, "I heard Mother went to the imperial palace this morning. Did she say anything?"

Li Yue hooked her arm around her neck, shook her head, and chuckled softly, "Did you bring me here just to ask this?"

Yan Huang smiled as well, "That's just a side note."

Looking at his warm face so close to hers, Li Yue's eyes sparkled with a charming allure as she asked, "Then what was the real topic?"

"Nothing on the topic..." Yan Huang lowered his face and kissed her tender red lips.

Even the most gentle and well-behaved man has a passionate side, what Yan Huang called his beastly side.

Li Yue had thought that, given Yan Huang's personality, he would use his slender, elegant hands to gently unbutton her clothes like spreading out a sheet of rice paper, then caress her skin with the grace of a painter, awakening her passion little by little... like enjoying a grand meal, methodical and orderly.

However, reality told her that in his eyes she was indeed a feast, but he wasn't a polite nobleman; rather, he was a ravenous tiger.

After a passionate, deep kiss, Li Yue, panting, tilted her head back, letting him move on to kiss her neck. She could barely withstand his almost frenzied demands, yet his impatience ignited her primal sensuality. She couldn't help but wonder just how far she could drive this supreme man mad.

So, after catching her breath, she began to return his kisses—his forehead, his eyebrows, his temples, his cheeks…

Yan Huang's lips, still carrying the fragrance of her skin, immediately retaliated. The two fell onto the long couch, each treating the other like a thirsty spring, eagerly drinking from their desires. Their

rapid breaths rose and fell like white gauze billowing in the breeze. Li Yue's upper garment was torn open, revealing her smooth, pink breasts. Yan Huang buried his face in her chest, sucking and licking them like an infant.

"Mmm..." Li Yue tugged at his long hair impatiently, bending her legs and rubbing against him.

Yan Huang didn't stop, reaching for her waist to untie her belt.

Li Yue suddenly struggled, pressing his hand down, saying, "Not here."

Yan Huang reluctantly lifted his head from her, his fair cheeks flushed with a rosy blush, his imperial majesty replaced by a youthful innocence. He looked at Li Yue's delicate and charming face, his breath coming in short gasps, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Yue looked around at the almost transparent white gauze, pouting, "I don't want to be spied on, to be seen in a live sex act."

Helpless, Yan Huang could only get up and tidy himself up, preparing to take Li Yue back to Linde Palace for a proper tender moment.

For the two, their passion surging, the journey to Linde Palace was undoubtedly too long. Before even leaving the Imperial Garden, they had already shared countless kisses under the shade of trees and banana leaves. Once, as they leaned against a tree trunk, locked in a passionate embrace, they suddenly heard faint voices. Looking towards the sound, they saw a group of palace maids approaching from afar.

Startled, they realized that going out now would only result in their faces turning red and their clothes becoming disheveled. If the maids saw them, how could they maintain their authority? They had no choice but to hide.

Fortunately, there was a rockery nearby, and they ran towards it. Upon reaching the rockery, they discovered a very secluded rose trellis behind it.

This trellis had clearly been overlooked for a long time; the lush branches completely enveloped it from all sides. Despite the cold climate of Dongyi, and the fact that it was August, the roses were still in full bloom, making it look like a ready-made greenhouse.

The two exchanged a glance, then turned and disappeared into the lush, flower-covered trellis.

Under the Roses

: After Li Yue and Yan Huang entered the densely shaded rose trellis, they couldn't help but chuckle, realizing that their intimacy, one being the current emperor and the other the newly appointed empress, felt like a clandestine affair.

Yan Huang looked around and noticed the stone table and chairs under the trellis, but they were overgrown with rose vines, having been unused for a long time.

This was understandable; since the late emperor's death, Empress Dowager Pei Qingyao had held absolute power, sending all the former concubines and princesses out of the palace. Since Yan Huang's ascension, he had only taken two concubines under the Empress Dowager's arrangement, resulting in a lack of activity in the harem, and thus, this secluded spot had become desolate.

"Don't look anymore, I think this place is quite nice, flowers and moonlight, flowers and moonlight, it's a pity there are flowers but no moon," Li Yue teased, tugging at a strand of Yan Huang's hair.

Yan Huang smiled and said, "Getting the moon is easy, isn't it? Aren't you one?"

Li Yue laughed and playfully punched him.

Yan Huang looked up, stood on the stone table, and with a dagger sliding from his sleeve, he quickly cut through the dense vines on the ceiling, carving out a crescent-shaped skylight. Bright sunlight streamed in, instantly illuminating the dimly lit flower stand.

"Is it better now?" he asked with a smile as he turned around.

Li Yue nodded, biting her lip, looking at Yan Huang with a shy, innocent gaze.

Seeing her shyness, Yan Huang became more emboldened. He jumped off the stone table, brushed aside the vines, and began to undress.

"Ah! What are you doing?" Li Yue covered her eyes with her hands, stamping her foot in embarrassment, but her dark eyes peeked through her fingers.

Yan Huang naturally knew she was teasing him. He took off his dragon robe, spread it on the stone table, opened his arms, and laughed, "Come on, my queen!"

Li Yue had originally wanted to flirt, but now it seemed this man had clearly lost his patience. Although his face didn't show any signs of lust, his underpants were already bulging with erections.

Thinking that he might have been holding back since last night, she felt sorry for him, but it was also funny that he was so impatient that he didn't even have time to go to Linde Palace before using the flower stand as his bridal chamber for a tryst.

Tossing aside the delicate flower she was rubbing between her fingers, Li Yue's lips curled into a mischievous smile. She walked gracefully towards Yan Huang, intending to act like a queen and push him onto the table, but fate had other plans. She tripped over the serpentine flower vines under her feet and fell forward.

Yan Huang caught her with lightning speed and pulled her into his arms, laughing, "So the Empress is even more anxious than I am, actually lying down on the spot?"

Li Yue's face flushed a deep pink with embarrassment, so Yan Huang took a bite of her like an apple.

*

At the ancient city inn, Murong Juan, still hungover, propped his forehead on the table, staring at the antidote for the Moon Gu that Su Yingge had obtained from Jin Lu. After a long silence, he turned his head, closed his eyes, and said with a hint of self-deprecation, "Why the hell do I need an antidote!"

Su Yingge, who had been massaging her throbbing temples, heard this, her eyebrows not rising, and said, "What are you being so stubborn about? After all this time, don't you understand that guy? It's obvious she has you in her heart, but she can't give up herself for you. That's her. What difference does it make if Yan Huang is here or not? If she's bound by marriage, she won't be the one you and I both love and hate." "A woman now."

Murong Juan looked up, staring at the roof beam, seemingly pondering Su Yingge's words. After a long while,

he asked, "What is Jinlu's purpose in coming here?" Upon hearing his name, Su Yingge scoffed and said, "What purpose could he have? A self-inflicted injury to curry favor, of course. He came half-dead with the antidote, gaining Li Yue's sympathy and getting her to pressure me into giving him the antidote. It also reinforced his image as someone Li Yue couldn't live without. A triple win, why not? Hey, look at his methods, and look at your pathetic state. If you keep hiding behind the scenes like this, are you waiting to starve?" Su Yingge turned and gave Murong Juan a sidelong glance.

Murong Juan gave a bitter laugh and shook his head, saying, "How can things continue between her and me? It's all in the past..."

Before he could finish, Su Yingge kicked him and cursed, "It's all in the past, why are you being so sentimental? Since it's all in the past, fine, let's go drink and have some fun. If you don't find a girl to have some fun with, I'll assume you're impotent." Saying this, she stood up and dragged Murong Juan away.

Murong Juan froze in his chair, lowering his eyes, and said, "You don't understand."

"I fucking don't understand, then tell me!" Su Yingge kicked him again.

Murong Juan ran his fingers through his hair, burying his face in the table, and said, “Since returning to Dongyi, my goal has been clear: to help Yan Huang seize power. The Empress Dowager doesn't trust me, yet she wants to use me, so she thought of using the Moon Gu to control me. I know she would never use ordinary medicine against me, and given the excruciating pain during the monthly flare-ups, I understood that without that monthly relief pill, I would surely die from the Moon Gu flare-ups. I have never been loyal to the Empress Dowager. Even if I hadn't been exposed then, I would have been exposed once Yan Huang staged a coup.

At that time, I felt life was meaningless, and I didn't even think of looking for you, fearing that if you knew, she would find out too. I thought I was going to die sooner or later, so why cause you more trouble and sorrow? Therefore, I was cold to her at that time, only wanting her to forget me, perhaps she would hear of my death later.” "Xun won't be too heartbroken.

I never expected things to develop in this way. Now, I really don't know what my purpose in life is? What should I do?"

Su Yingge kicked him and said, "After all that dawdling, you just want to say that you've always loved her, but now you don't know what to do? Stupid you! Murong Juan isn't good to her, and she doesn't like Murong Juan either, so just go back to being the good Qu Liushang who pleases her. Anyway, the situation in Dongyi is stable now, and Yan Huang doesn't need you to continue working for him. The Murong family can be entrusted to others. Brother, you're not young anymore. If you don't enjoy yourself now, when do you want to? Do you want to be an old virgin?"

Murong Juan looked up blankly at Su Yingge, who was kicking and scolding him, and murmured, "Really... is it possible?"

“How do you know it won’t work if you don’t try? Since monopolizing it is impossible, we have no choice but to team up. Me, you, and Yan Huang are all in this together. I refuse to believe that the three of us combined can’t beat the likes of Jin Lu Ye Qianxun. Now, take this medicine and see if it works. If it’s really the antidote, I need to send it back to my father right away.” Su Yingge grabbed the antidote from the table and shoved it into Murong Juan’s mouth.

Murong Juan clutched his neck and struggled, saying, “You’re using me as a guinea pig…”

“Anyway, you’ll die if you don’t eat it, and if it makes you sick, you’ll still die anyway, so it doesn’t matter.” Su Yingge patted his back, making him swallow.

Murong Juan choked and rolled his eyes, speechlessly glaring at the grinning culprit beside him, deeply realizing one fact: This is how bad friends are made!

*

In the rose trellis, Yan Huang sat disheveled on a stone table covered with a dragon robe. Li Yue sat between his legs, her dress already pulled down to her waist. From behind, her hair cascaded down her beautifully curved, smooth back like a waterfall.

The two caressed each other, their kisses entwined passionately.

"Uh..." A soft moan escaped her lips, accompanied by an involuntary tremor. Li Yue's furrowed brows relaxed slightly, then furrowed again with a hint of impatience. She released Yan Huang's lips, which she had been biting for so long, and stepped back to look at him.

Sunlight streamed in through the crescent-shaped skylight, falling on his nose and then on his perfectly sculpted chest, glistening with a light sheen of sweat.

A blush covered his cheeks, a pinkish hue like a blooming rose.

Li Yue was certain that although he had concubines, he hadn't been intimate with them much; otherwise, why would he blush in this situation?

She had completely absorbed him into her body. The slight pain from the fullness made her try to contract and writhe, attempting to adapt to his presence quickly, but clearly, this process was immense torture for him.

Her tightness made him realize he should be considerate and let her adjust, but… looking at the woman in his arms, more beautiful than a flower, and imagining her so tightly and seductively enveloping him, the heat in his chest surged uncontrollably.

He leaned over and kissed her lips, his scholarly, delicate yet strong long fingers sliding down her smooth back, disappearing into the hem of her dress at her waist, cupping her firm buttocks, and pressing her against him.

“Mmm…” The deep penetration made Li Yue, still adjusting, gasp from his lips.

“Does it hurt?” Yan Huang’s concerned words made her stop her attempt to pull her hands away, and she shook her head slightly, saying, “Too deep.”

Women are strange. When she was with Jinlu, even such a powerful member could go all the way in, but now, after only a month or so of abstinence, Yan Huang’s member couldn’t take it anymore. Actually, judging by appearance, it wasn’t even as long as Jinlu’s, probably about the same length as Ye Qianxun’s.

Yan Huang leaned down and kissed her delicate, jade-like shoulders and neck, patiently waiting for her to adjust.

Feeling the tenderness of his butterfly-like kisses, Li Yue hugged his shoulders, her shapely buttocks, covered by her dress, rising and falling slightly. Then, enduring the agonizing tingling sensation, she began to thrust rhythmically.

She liked light, shallow withdrawals; after a few gentle, skillful strokes, her sensitive body began to uncontrollably secrete lubricating fluid.

Yan Huang was captivated by her ministrations. He held her waist, gazing at her flushed face, the sunlight casting a silvery glow on her long eyelashes. Her closed eyes and panting breaths were so alluring.

He couldn't resist any longer.

He embraced her soft body, suddenly standing up from the table, turning her around, and making her sit on the table, maintaining her legs wrapped around his hips, as he began to thrust gently.

Li Yue gazed at the handsome, wild-faced man, his clothes half-undone under the shade of the flowers. She watched as the snow-white satin undergarment draped over his muscular body, flowing like silken threads with his movements. The stark contrast between softness and hardness stirred her intense desire, causing her to tighten her grip on him.

"Oh..." Yan Huang, who had been holding her legs, suddenly moved forward to support himself on either side of her body. Her sudden movement seemed to soften his bones. Opening his eyes, burning with desire, he looked at the alluring, teasing gaze of the woman beneath him and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Do you think I'm too gentle?"

"No way!" Li Yue's slender fingers traced his features, her face innocent, yet she seized the opportunity to pull him even tighter.

Yan Huang remained silent, lowering his head to kiss her sweet lips deeply.

Li Yue wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his gentle throbbing within her. She assumed he was losing control and secretly felt a surge of triumph.

But as soon as Yan Huang finished his lingering kiss and straightened up, she immediately understood what the calm before the storm meant.

Pushing his cumbersome dress up to her flat stomach, Yan Huang spread her legs wider, gripped her waist through the dress, and began to thrust forcefully.

The sounds of splashing water and slapping flesh rang out almost simultaneously. The intense, tingling sensation sharply stimulated Li Yue's previously relaxed nerves, and she immediately tensed up, panting softly.

Gazing at the points of contact that made his blood boil, Yan Huang felt an unprecedented surge of pleasure, almost wanting to swear. This little vixen was sucking him so tightly, yet so soft and slippery—it was intoxicatingly comfortable!

"Don't look..." The thought of him penetrating her while watching made Li Yue's skin burn all over. She twisted her body in protest.

"Okay, I won't look." Yan Huang suppressed the urge to have a nosebleed and withdrew his gaze, turning his attention to her instead.

Sunlight streaming through the skylight shone directly on her chest, making her already exquisite breasts gleam with a holy, dazzling light, like snow-capped mountains, blinding him. Large clusters of black chrysanthemum hair spread out like a thousand strands on the stone table, occasionally adorned with scattered pink petals, a breathtaking sight.

A woman's pleasure is focused on touch, while a man's pleasure is focused on sight; faced with such beauty, Yan Huang almost immediately lost control.

He spread her legs and draped them over his hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the table, then began to thrust into her almost brutally.

Seeing his sudden madness, Li Yue had no time to react; the intense pleasure rapidly rising within her overwhelmed her ability to speak. Her petite body was thrown back and forth on the stone table by his thrusts; although the dragon robe cushioned her fall, it still hurt a little.

She stretched out her hands, which had been caressing herself, and reached to the sides to grab the edge of the table for balance.

But once her body stopped moving up and down, the thrusts and pleasure she felt became even more intense. Considering that although the place was secluded, her moans might still attract the attention of passing eunuchs and maids, she bit her lip, enduring the pain immensely.

Yan Huang reached out, his hand moving gracefully upwards along her lower abdomen, his expression one of unbearable urges, until he reached her cheek and touched her lips, saying passionately, "Call out, I want to hear your voice."

"Mmm...ah...but, what if someone comes...?" Li Yue moaned intermittently with his movements.

"Anyone with a brain wouldn't dare come over, call out..." Yan Huang's handsome face remained tense as he continued to penetrate her, coaxing her.

Li Yue's mind was a complete blank. Although she didn't understand what he meant, she was unbearably pent-up, and immediately parted her red lips, letting out a soft moan.

Hearing her voice, Yan Huang, as if under aphrodisiac, became even more vigorous, his thrusts so powerful that the stone table beneath Li Yue trembled slightly.

The stone table legs were entwined with rose vines. As the saying goes, a single hair can move the whole body; a tremor here caused all the roses on the trellis to tremble slightly. Petals, already nearing their end, fluttered down, creating a shower of petals across the trellis.

The pleasure within her surged uncontrollably. Delicate, glistening petals drifted down onto her skin, like his butterfly-wing-like kisses. Every inch of her skin was heightened by his frenzy. The approaching climax made Li Yue's vision blur. Looking at the petals fluttering in the sunlight, she felt a sense of ethereal lightness, as if she were ascending to immortality. The approaching

climax caused her to tremble and contract involuntarily. Yan Huang tilted his head back, intoxicated, taking a deep breath to control the urge to ejaculate. Petals fluttered, landing on his hair and brows, highlighting his flushed, wildly handsome face, creating a unique charm that was both gentle and strong.

At that crucial moment, with only a thin line separating them from the clouds, Li Yue disregarded her own balance, withdrawing her hands to passionately caress her breasts and neck. Glistening petals flowed from her palms with her movements, reflecting off her plump, fair, and delicate body—an indescribably alluring sight.

Yan Huang freed one hand, his fingertips gently pressing against her erect nipples.

"Ahhh—" Almost instantly, Li Yue arched her back, screaming as he tossed her into a cloud of ecstatic pleasure.

What followed was a tight, slippery, and wet, intoxicating squeezing and sucking. Yan Huang's already fragile will was completely shattered by the pleasure. He gripped Li Yue's still-orgasmic body, making a final, frenzied thrust.

"No, no more!" Li Yue trembled weakly, her body, gripped by the tingling numbness, tensed up again before it could even relax.

The men's pre-climax thrusts were always an unbearable torment for her. Although she knew there was only one outcome—another orgasm—the process was just too agonizing.

That intense, weak feeling, before it was released, no matter how hard you bit your lip or grabbed at something, you couldn't break free. You felt your flesh and even your bones go weak, you couldn't muster any strength, yet you still had to passively endure the excessive pleasure given to you.

She had hoped that the gentle and refined Yan Huang would be different from the previous ones, but it turned out that before the climax, all men had only one trait—beastly nature.

Amidst the swirling rain of petals, Li Yue screamed and writhed in a daze. Finally, as she arched her back again, utterly powerless, Yan Huang thrust into her one last time.

An endless wave of pleasure, accompanied by instinctive tremors, swept over them. Though panting heavily, they felt as if the world had stood still. In the blissful tranquility, they even felt as if they could hear the sound of a rose petal falling from the flower stand.

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