Chapter 65 Pervert: "Can you kiss my hand?"

"Your Majesty, you mustn't touch me tonight."

"—This is punishment."

The Empress's soft voice still echoed between the bed curtains in the space, her gentle tone sounding more like a reward than a punishment.

Emperor Qianyuan felt a slight tightness in his throat. He lowered his eyes and stared at the voluptuous beauty sitting on the couch. He felt that she looked even more radiant and beautiful in the soft candlelight, like a flower seen through the mist, breathtakingly beautiful.

It took him a long time to process what the Empress had said, his mind still hazy from the beauty's words.

You can't touch it...

A hint of disappointment flashed in Emperor Qianyuan's eyes. He spoke in a hoarse voice, with a persistent determination to get to the bottom of things, "What kind of touch?"

The two collisions may not be the same.

Wen Miao's ears turned slightly red, clearly because she had figured out the emperor's unspoken meaning.

She glanced at him sideways, her starry eyes glistening with a hint of annoyance and shyness. She half-knelt and leaned forward to secure the thin chain to the broken chain on Emperor Qian Yuan's wrist. Then she pulled the blanket over herself, turned her back to the emperor, and lay down completely on her side, murmuring softly, "You know it yourself."

Emperor Qianyuan's lips curled slightly.

Such an empress would easily win his affection.

On the dragon bed, Wen Miao curled up in the soft bedding, lying on her side with her hands placed in front of her chest, slightly pulling the quilt around her, only revealing her long, black hair spread out behind her.

With her eyes closed, her vision was enveloped in darkness, making her other senses appear even clearer.

Rustling.

The rustling sound of fabric must be Emperor Qianyuan lowering the half-hanging bed curtains.

Creak.

The bed trembled slightly as the emperor, who had been standing before the footstool, slowly climbed onto the bed and moved closer to her side little by little.

Splash!

The thin metal chains collided and rubbed against each other, clearly something that an emperor could easily break, but at this moment they became ropes binding wild beasts, carefully tied to his body.

Wen Miao's eyelashes trembled with the various sounds coming from the darkness, like the small wings of a butterfly, casting an arc-shaped shadow under her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, she heard a deep, hoarse laugh, followed by an arm reaching into the blankets and a hot, hard chest pressing against her back.

In an instant, Wen Miao was completely enveloped by the man's ardent body temperature and powerful aura behind her.

With the soft jade in his arms, Emperor Qianyuan let out a satisfied sigh. He rubbed his nose against the hair on the back of Wen Miao's neck, gently rubbing the small patch of skin hidden under her dark hair, and couldn't help but touch it with his lips.

Wen Miao gasped for breath and pinched the forearm that Emperor Qian Yuan had wrapped around her waist.

The muscles on her arm were tight and firm, and it was difficult to pinch them even if you tried hard. It was only when Emperor Qian Yuan chuckled through his nose and relaxed his body in coordination with Wen Miao's movements that she finally managed to find a place to pinch.

Then, the emperor smiled and said slowly, as if he were instructing someone, "Empress, you can use more force. I have thick skin and am not afraid of pain."

"..."

Wen Miao gave a soft snort, shook off his hand, and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

The emperor, having been shaken off, turned into a clingy, mangy dog, snuggling up to her again and simply holding her in his arms. He didn't do anything excessive, except...

Unable to bear it any longer, Wen Miao opened her eyes and gently groped backward with her hand, finding the location of Emperor Qian Yuan's abdomen under the covers.

The contrast between her fair hands and dark nightgown is striking; the former is smooth and soft, while the latter is rough and hard.

According to past practice, the emperor's sleeping robes were also bright yellow, which represented imperial power. However, compared to this eye-catching warm color, Emperor Qianyuan preferred darker colors. Therefore, all of his sleeping robes were in dark colors, mainly dark gray, dark blue, and black. The fabric was soft and skin-friendly, with only subtle dragon patterns on the collar and cuffs.

While Emperor Qian Yuan favored dark colors, Wen Miao preferred light colors—those clean and gentle colors were to her liking. So much so that whenever she was alone with Emperor Qian Yuan, one would be in a dark color and the other in a light color, but the light color would always be surrounded and swallowed up by the dark color, which was like ink spreading.

At that moment, that snow-white hand pushed against Emperor Qian Yuan's abdomen and shoved him backward.

Feeling the warmth of her hand beneath his palm, Wen Miao hid her head, her ear tips still red, "...back a little."

The emperor, who was already holding back, was startled by his wife's touch. It was as if all the veins on his body suddenly tightened and bulged, causing him to subconsciously tighten his arms and hug Wen Miao's waist.

Wen Miao's face turned even redder, and her voice began to tremble: "...How can you sleep like this?"

Emperor Qianyuan buried his head in Wen Miao's back, his breath hot, "Bear with it... I'll be fine in a bit."

Wen Miao wanted to endure it, but some senses were there, and she couldn't simply ignore them.

So she simply nudged Emperor Qian Yuan again and whispered shyly, "Go over there and do it yourself."

Emperor Qianyuan paused, his well-defined fingers twitched, and he suddenly asked Wen Miao, "If I can't touch it, can I kiss my hand?"

...kissing Emperor Qian Yuan's hand?

Wen Miao was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening. She rolled herself up in the blanket and hid deeper into the bed, concealing her beautiful, soft lips. Her eyes were red, and she was unwilling to answer.

Emperor Qianyuan was somewhat disappointed, but he refrained from pushing his luck. He then got up and quietly walked behind a screen in another part of the bed.

Inside the Taiji Palace, the candlelight burned slowly, and the melted candle wax gradually accumulated on the bronze candlesticks, becoming thicker and thicker.

A screen may provide visual obstruction, but sound can still pass through, and may even become more muffled due to distance and obstruction, provoking more imagination than what is heard directly.

Especially since the thin chain was long enough for Emperor Qian Yuan to reach the other end of the screen, and since the chain was fixed to his wrist, even the slightest movement would cause the metal chains to collide with each other, producing a crisp tinkling sound.

At first, the emperor behind the screen was probably startled by the commotion and paused for at least seven or eight seconds.

But soon, he realized something, and then the sound of the thin chain on his wrist began to take on a certain melodic rhythm, jingling incessantly, and even mixed with some hoarse, low breaths that were hard to ignore.

Wen Miao shrank deeper into the blankets, hiding half of her head and covering her ears, but the noise still penetrated everywhere.

He did it on purpose.

Wen Miao was certain of this.

Just as she was about to tell Emperor Qian Yuan to be quiet, through the screen, amidst the rustling of thin chains and the hurried breathing of the other man after his arousal, Wen Miao suddenly heard her own name—

Vast and boundless.

It was a low, sensual call, deep and husky, filled with intense emotion, almost scaldingly hot.

Wen Miao pressed her nose against the blanket, gently exhaled a breath of stale air, and simply closed her eyes, pretending not to know anything.

never mind……

Let him be, although to her it is indeed a bit perverse...

As she pretended, Wen Miao actually started to feel sleepy. She could vaguely hear the sounds coming from behind the screen, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and soon she relaxed and fell asleep completely.

A strange and wonderful atmosphere lingered in the Taiji Palace. After a moment, the emperor, still covered in moisture, squeezed back onto the couch. He carefully wrapped the thin chain with his sleeve to block out the noise, then raised his arm and pulled Wen Miao into his embrace.

I like it so much.

Emperor Qian Yuan stared at Wen Miao's fair and delicate nape, couldn't help but lean closer to smell it, rubbed it with his nose, then kissed and licked it, leaving a thin, light red mark with the tip of his teeth, until he heard Wen Miao's soft moan in her sleep, only then did he stop this beast-like marking action.

I really like it.

...

Wen Miao slept soundly through the night, and when Emperor Qian Yuan rose early the next morning to prepare for the morning court session, she had also just opened her eyes.

She noticed the delicate chain still hanging on the emperor's hand and asked softly, "Aren't you going to take it off?"

The emperor, who was draping his black dragon robe over his shoulders, turned his head to look at the empress on the bed, whose eyes were hazy and whose long hair was scattered over her shoulders. His expression softened and he said softly, "I won't take it off. I like it very much."

Because it was the Empress who put it on him.

How could I bear to pick it?

Helpless, Wen Miao also got up, brushed aside her long hair, and adjusted the shape of the thin chain on Emperor Qian Yuan's wrist.

"Then you should at least cover some of it with your sleeves... You shouldn't wear the long part at the back, it will affect your court appearance."

Otherwise, what would the officials below think if they saw this?

Emperor Qian Yuan remained calm and unconcerned, saying, "I am the Son of Heaven; they dare not raise their heads."

Wen Miao glanced at him reproachfully and told Emperor Qian Yuan to speak less.

Wen Miao tucked the delicate chain under the emperor's sleeve. Since the part that connected it to the headboard was gone, the thin chain looked like an ornament at first glance, which wasn't too out of place, so Wen Miao gave up.

In the depths of winter, the sun rises late. It was only the hour of Mao (5-7 AM), yet the sky was still pitch black, shrouding the entire Great Chu Imperial Palace in darkness. Even the branches of trees behind the brick-red palace walls appeared somewhat menacing.

Wen Miao and Emperor Qian Yuan both went to bed early the night before. While the emperor casually took a sip of hot soup to soothe his stomach, Wen Miao had already finished washing up.

It was almost time for court, but Emperor Qian Yuan, unhurried, came over and insisted on drawing Wen Miao's eyebrows and lips.

"There's still plenty of time, that's enough."

Seeing that Emperor Qian Yuan said so, Wen Miao complied with his actions. His warm, large hand held the back of her neck, and he carefully drew out her delicate eyebrows and eyes. Finally, he used a small brush to apply lip rouge and gently blended it onto Wen Miao's lips.

"The Empress is very beautiful."

As he spoke, Emperor Qian Yuan lowered his head and kissed the lip rouge he had just applied to Wen Miao.

It's sweet, with a refreshing fruity aroma.

Before Wen Miao could blush, the emperor, standing up with a serious expression, said, "I also like to eat the Empress's lip rouge."

After saying this, Emperor Qianyuan turned and left Taiji Palace, preparing to take the palace sedan chair to the morning court. Wen Miao, who was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, was stunned for a long time before she suddenly realized what Emperor Qianyuan meant by "likes to eat".

Her face flushed instantly, her cheeks burning. She could only raise her hand and gently pat her cheeks, but her gaze unexpectedly fell on the mirror, where she saw a face as beautiful as a peach blossom, mature and full of charm.

...Is this really what she looks like now?

Wen Miao was too embarrassed to continue watching. She hurriedly got up, changed her clothes and put on a cloak, and prepared to go to Fengyi Palace.

She has a lot planned for today.

Snowball and the little black cat were well taken care of by Shi Cui and Wan Bi. The kitten was new to the place, and after a few days of getting used to it, it would occasionally come to Shi Cui and Wan Bi's side, but most of the time it only stayed with Snowball.

However, once Wen Miao appears, the kitten can only see Wen Miao and keeps meowing, as if it is calling for its mother.

Wen Miao herself also likes small animals.

The animal park housed a large, white horse and a jade lion that would occasionally roam out and claim the Imperial Garden; the Phoenix Palace was home to the little wolfhound Snowball, who reigned supreme; and now, a cute little kitten, known for its affectionate nature, had joined the fold. After much thought, Wen Miao gave the little fellow a new name—

"I'll call you Black Bean."

Wen Miao rubbed her nose against the kitten's nose and called "Black Bean" a few more times. The kitten was smart and seemed to know that Wen Miao was calling it. After each "Black Bean", it would meow in response, which made Shi Cui and Wan Bixin feel like their hearts were melting.

While Wen Miao and Hei Dou were playing and getting close, Xue Qiu on the other side was unhappy. With its astonishingly fast growth, it leaped and almost knocked Wen Miao to the ground.

Being a descendant of wolves and dogs, Snowball grew quickly and became quite large. In addition, he often ran around the palace, and now you can feel the muscles in his limbs.

Wen Miao took a breath, not annoyed, but patiently held the two furry little guys in her arms and stroked them gently.

She stayed in the Phoenix Palace for about half an hour, playing with Snowball and Black Bean for a while, before getting up, putting on her cloak, and going to the Beast Garden.

The jade lion was brought back by her and His Majesty from the summer palace. Whenever she had time, Wen Miao would go to the animal garden every day to keep the jade lion company. She would groom its fur, feed it, or ride it around the Imperial Garden.

This was a privilege and favor from the emperor that no one had ever enjoyed before, and Wen Miao had already possessed it all without even realizing it.

Wen Miao accompanied the jade lion until the sky was completely bright.

As the warm orange glow slowly rose from the east, Wen Miao led the jade lion back into the animal enclosure. After handing it over to the young eunuch there, she looked up and stroked the jade lion, whispering, "I'll come see you again next time."

The orange-red light completely enveloped half the sky. Wen Miao changed her clothes again, sat back in the study reserved for Emperor Qian Yuan next to the Taiji Palace, picked up her pen and wrote two letters, and asked Zhang Ji, the commander of the Imperial Guards, to send them out for her.

A letter was delivered to the Xie family to prevent Xie Jingxuan, the maternal grandfather, from worrying about what happened after that night.

The other letter was to Li Qing, since they were close friends and he felt he should share his regained memories with her.

After packing the letters and handing them to Zhang Ji, Wen Miao saw that there was still some time before the end of the court session, so she sat back down at her desk and picked up her pen to write something else.

Before she had regained her memory, all her actions were guided by a hazy instinct. Many times, something would suddenly appear in her mind, but then quickly disappear, making it impossible for Wen Miao to capture or utilize it.

But things are different now.

Her memories from another era might become an aid to what she wants to do now, and might even bring her some convenience in the present.

The soft white paper was neatly laid out on the table. Wen Miao held a calligraphy brush, and the slender gold characters under his nose were neat and rugged, with a bit of sharpness.

One line, two lines, three lines of text...

One sheet, two sheets, three sheets of paper...

When Wen Miao finally came to her senses after writing in one go, she slowly put down her pen and looked up, only to see Emperor Qian Yuan, who had left court at some point, quietly leaning against the window not far away, intently watching her.

Seeing Wen Miao looking at him, Emperor Qian Yuan deliberately shook the thin chain in his sleeve and asked, "What is the Empress writing?"

Wen Miao shook her wrist, which was slightly sore from writing too much. Before she could answer the emperor's question, Emperor Qian Yuan stepped forward, took her hand, and rubbed the sore spot on her skin.

She paused for a moment, then asked, "Does Your Majesty remember that time you took me to the estate in the suburbs?"

suburban village...

Emperor Qianyuan nodded, "Of course I remember."

Emperor Qian Yuan thought he would never forget anything related to Wen Miao in his lifetime.

Wen Miao looked at the emperor massaging her hands and said softly, "Back then... why did Your Majesty make me see those things?"

Those private schools founded by the people and built in thatched huts, those children reading aloud with the teacher, and even among the excited little faces, there were a few little girls with braids.

Wen Miao asked what that sound was.

Emperor Qianyuan said it was the sound of reading aloud, and asked her if she felt that the world had become a better place.

At that time, Wen Miao, whose memory had not yet returned, did not understand his meaning, but Emperor Qian Yuan looked at her gently and patiently, as if he had hidden all those thick emotions that he could not let go of, and simply told her in a low voice that this was just the beginning.

Wen Miao asked what the beginning was.

Emperor Qianyuan simply smiled and told her to remember it for him.

What should I remember?

Remember how to make the Great Chu better, more prosperous and abundant, free from famine, and allow people to travel freely across mountains, rivers, lakes and seas; as the ruler of the land, ensure that every child has access to education, and that women in this era gain more freedom and power.

Since Emperor Qianyuan ascended the throne, he had always modeled his behavior after the world in which Wenmiao lived.

Since his reunion with the goddess in the snowy forest last winter, he has relentlessly pushed himself to narrow the gap between the Great Chu and the goddess's homeland.

But that's not something that can be achieved in three, five, or ten years; it's a huge chasm built up over thousands of years, one that Emperor Qianyuan could never cross in his entire life.

But he still tried.

At this moment, facing Wen Miao's question, Emperor Qian Yuan held her hand and whispered, "Because I wanted to keep you here, I wanted you to have a better life in the Great Chu..."

As he said this, the emperor lowered his head and kissed Wen Miao's fingertips.

His empress, his wife, was born in a peaceful and prosperous era—in that paradise-like fairyland, Wen Miao saw no mountains of corpses and seas of blood, no chaos and famine. She was gentle and bright, with the kindest heart in the world. Therefore, only in a prosperous and flourishing era could Wen Miao live relatively freely and comfortably.

Wen Miao smiled.

Yes, she didn't understand before, but now she understands all too well.

She withdrew her hand, which had been kissed red by Emperor Qian Yuan, and handed him a few sheets of paper from the table. Her eyes curved into a gentle smile, conveying a tender and tolerant strength. "Then try your best to make my life a little better."

On those few sheets of paper, Wen Miao had scribbled down some things she thought this era might need—

It was not a superiority or a handout resulting from differences in the times, but rather a subtle improvement that Wen Miao put into writing after deep thought.

In Emperor Qian Yuan's eyes, she was a goddess and an inseparable wife, but in the world she lived in, Wen Miao was just an ordinary person who could not break free from the shackles of her parents.

Emperor Qianyuan paused and looked down.

The white paper and black ink, written in a tall, slender, and elegant calligraphy style, contained some basic hygiene and cleaning knowledge that is very important to modern people. The information was simple and fragmented, but easy to implement and required no cost or difficulty.

The third image is a simple sketch of agricultural tool improvements that can be seen in old history textbooks.

The last image shows the instructions for making a bar of soap.

Before Wen Miao inexplicably arrived in the Great Chu on her wedding day, she was a design student.

In that dream where she lost contact with Emperor Qian Yuan, Wen Miao used the money left to her by her grandparents and some of her connections to open a DIY studio with her classmates during her university years.

The studio has a good location and good business. Although many customers come because of the owner Wen Miao's good looks, it is undeniable that they have formed a stable customer base.

Wenmiao Studio offers a wide range of services, including ceramics, clay figurines, and plaster dolls.

Homemade soaps were among them, and even the molds used were designed by Wen Miao herself.

That period of Wen Miao's growth was a dream in which Emperor Qian Yuan never participated. However, Wen Miao herself never expected that she would one day use the craftsmanship of the past.

However, making soap was not her ultimate goal—it was just one part of the process of achieving her final objective.

Emperor Qianyuan read through the pages carefully, his expression growing more and more serious as he read on. When he finished reading, his lips twitched, and he suddenly raised his arm, pulling the Empress from the table into his embrace amidst the clinking of the thin chains.

"His Majesty!"

Wen Miao gasped slightly in surprise.

Emperor Qianyuan kissed Wen Miao's earlobe, held her in his arms, and remained silent for a long time.

However, his hands were trembling and spasming.

He said in a hoarse voice, "...Miaomiao, there's no need for that."

Wen Miao didn't understand, but then she heard Emperor Qian Yuan speak in a low voice: "In my dream, I saw all sorts of things in your world and benefited greatly from them. That's why the Great Chu had the imperial examination system to suppress the power of aristocratic families, changed some farming tools, and opened private schools among the people..."

Emperor Qian Yuan never denied everything he had learned and used from that dream, but he did not want Wen Miao to be tainted by this cause and effect—he could not be sure whether Wen Miao would bear the consequences of the changes and developments caused by taking things from one era to another.

The things he had seen and learned in that dream, and the things Wen Miao had given to him on her own initiative, were completely different.

Wen Miao remained silent for a moment, then suddenly understood what Emperor Qian Yuan was worried about.

"It's okay, it's just very basic stuff."

"Ji Huan...you must believe me."

These few scattered and trivial things cannot change the course of an entire era.

Wen Miao tilted her head back and, unusually, took the initiative to kiss Emperor Qian Yuan's lips. The kiss was very light, as if she were trying to comfort this man who was overly worried about her.

...She really is gradually learning to like Emperor Qian Yuan.

Emperor Qian Yuan's breathing became slightly heavy. The soft touch on his lips was too light, yet it stimulated his chest to heave violently. Just as he put down the paper in his hand and raised his arm to completely embrace Wen Miao and embed her into his arms, he suddenly heard a "bang".

As she was being lifted up, Wen Miao's gold-embroidered satin shoes bumped into a carved cabinet made of golden nanmu wood with cloud patterns next to the imperial desk in the Taiji Palace.

Splash!

An exquisitely crafted and expensive wooden crate fell to the ground, rolled half a circle, and its lid opened completely, revealing several small items inside.

With her legs dangling in the air, Wen Miao, who was being held face-to-face in Emperor Qian Yuan's arms, paused for a moment before her gaze fell on the several folded pieces of clothing that had rolled out from among them.

A long dress.

A piece of shawl.

And a light blue cloak.

Even the fabric was stained with scattered dark brown marks in a striking and coincident way.

Emperor Qian Yuan's pupils constricted. He was about to turn around with Wen Miao in his arms to avoid the things on the ground when he saw the Empress in his arms raise her hand and grab his ear. Her eyes held shame and indignation, and her cheeks flushed as she questioned him with a shy and reproachful tone.

"How come those things are still here?!"

...This is...this is way too outrageous!

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Author's Note: His Majesty's perversions continue to be discovered—

Although soap making has been written about to death, ... if you traveled back to ancient times, this would be so convenient!