In this context, Jiang Tian's mention of the other two men was undoubtedly a deliberate attempt to provoke Zhao Jing's anger.

He knew perfectly well that the woman was doing this on purpose, but a hint of anger still welled up in his eyes.

Every time she brought up those things, Zhao Jing was never able to remain calm.

He glanced at Jiang Tian, ​​then turned and drank the tea she had just finished.

"No matter what you say today, I will not leave."

He had long ago made up his mind that he had to get it done today, no matter what!

Jiang Tian said, "You're overthinking it. I'm just speaking from the heart. So hurry up and take it off."

Zhao Jing took a deep breath. He no longer expected this woman to serve him, and quickly took off his clothes.

He could feel the surging heat within his body.

The tyrant's medicine was indeed well-deserved.

Jiang Tian is now as beautiful as a spring flower. Just one glance at her and Zhao Jing's forehead veins bulge uncontrollably.

To his surprise, Jiang Tian grabbed him and pushed him down.

Before he could react, Jiang Tian was about to force herself on him...

He gripped her waist, gritting his teeth: "You..."

"The sooner I finish this, the sooner I can go to sleep." Jiang Tian looked very impatient.

Zhao Jing felt a slight pang of sadness.

But his eyes quickly hardened.

He insisted on doing it.

With a forceful pull, Zhao Jing caused Jiang Tian to fall to the ground.

Trying hard to recall his meager knowledge on this subject from various books, he tentatively lowered his head, trying to ingratiate himself with her…

Jiang Tian didn't refuse him; instead, she pressed down on his neck...

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Despite some setbacks, the two eventually made it happen.

Zhao Jing was a military general, and his years of battlefield experience had given him an extremely strong physique.

Sweat dripped down his muscles, and by the time he reached his peak, his face was contorted in a grimace...

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As the clouds and fog cleared, before Zhao Jing could utter a single word, Jiang Tian kicked him.

"Don't sleep next to me, I can't stand the sound of you breathing."

The brief warmth that Zhao Jing had accumulated in his heart was instantly extinguished on the spot.

He gritted his teeth, pulled Jiang Tian into his arms, and began another round of romance...

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The palace servants who were serving outside hadn't slept all night, and their masters had called for water several times, to the point that they had almost lost count.

When dawn broke, Zhao Jing emerged feeling refreshed and invigorated.

"Let her sleep."

After leaving behind three words, Zhao Jing went to court.

The palace servants were both happy and worried. They were happy that their master had finally gained favor, but worried that this favor would not last for long.

Zhao Jing demonstrated through his actions that the journey would continue for a long time.

For the next month, he didn't go to any other women's places. Whenever he wasn't busy, he even ate his meals at Jiang Tian's place.

Despite being favored by the emperor, Jiang Tian remained the lowest-ranking concubine, Bao Lin, and her position was never promoted.

Even though she held a low rank, no one dared to look down on her.

Every time she went to pay her respects to "Jiang Tian", she received no shortage of open and covert attacks.

Especially Zheng Qingyuan, she never expected that she would become Jiang Tian's stumbling block instead of having the Emperor back her up.

Seeing her always beaming with joy, sitting in the lowest position yet accepting everyone's flattery, a fire burned in her heart.

But she dared not make any rash moves. The Emperor was in high spirits, and anyone who made Jiang Tian uncomfortable would be asking for trouble.

Zheng Qingyuan was just arrogant, not stupid.

Overall, despite the many people eyeing her covetously, Jiang Tian's life in the harem was quite peaceful.

Because Zhao Jing always ate at her place, she received the best of everything, and even her palace servants were replaced with capable people.

Unfortunately, despite her seemingly triumphant demeanor, Jiang Tian remained indifferent, and no one could discern her thoughts.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor has sent you cherries."

Jiang Tian responded calmly, "You guys can divide it up."

Not long ago, she praised the cherries as delicious, so Zhao Jing searched everywhere for cherries and brought them all to her palace, leaving not a single basket for himself.

The other concubines could only watch longingly as they couldn't get a single bite. Jiang Tian had already gotten tired of eating and started giving the food to the palace servants.

That night, Zhao Jing came again.

Jiang Tian is menstruating today, and according to custom she shouldn't be serving the emperor, but Zhao Jing is the most powerful man in the palace, and if he wants to, no one can stop him.

The two had dinner, and Zhao Jing noticed that Jiang Tian still ignored him, but he had already gotten used to it.

In the evening, after Zhao Jing finished washing up, he was about to lie down when Jiang Tian looked at him coldly and said, "If you're not afraid of me getting your clothes dirty, then go ahead and lie down."

Zhao Jing frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

“Your period has started,” Jiang Tian frowned as well. “Didn’t I send someone to tell you?”

Zhao Jing's expression was not good: "I left the palace today and will come to your place tonight."

The two exchanged a glance, and Jiang Tian smiled casually: "Then it seems I've been tricked."

The message hadn't arrived yet, but given Zhao Jing's unwavering favor towards Jiang Tian, ​​he would definitely come to her place that night.

Sunflower water has always been considered unclean and has been associated with bad luck.

Jiang Tian had her period and still clung to the Emperor, causing him to be exposed to unclean things. At best, this displeased the Emperor; at worst, he would be punished, lose favor, and be banished to the Cold Palace.

Simple tricks, though straightforward, can be extremely effective.

The person behind this was testing how much Zhao Jing doted on Jiang Tian.

Zhao Jing realized the key point and his expression turned extremely ugly.

"This is the consequence of you taking me into the harem. I will either die in the infighting of the harem or be assimilated by them, becoming a ruthless killer and a vicious woman."

"Zhao Jing, do you hate me so much for cheating on you that you're determined to kill me?"

Zhao Jing suddenly looked at her: "Why do you insist on distorting my original intention?"

"Whether it's distorted or not will soon be clear; time will tell."

Jiang Tian's words were always sharp and barbed, but Zhao Jing ignored them.

Her words this time were quite meaningful. He didn't seem to care on the surface, but he secretly remembered them.

Jiang Tian urged him, "Now that you know I'm on my period, shouldn't you go sleep somewhere else?"

Zhao Jing snapped out of his daze and said matter-of-factly, "I am your husband. If I don't sleep next to you, where else can I sleep?"

"You are also the husband of more than twenty other concubines."

Zhao Jing's expression hardened, and he silently looked at her: "Are you jealous?"

Jiang Tian smiled: "Is that possible?"

Zhao Jing's eyes dimmed: "You know perfectly well that I have no one else but you."

The first time, he did it in the blink of an eye...

Jiang Tian is a witness.

"So what? We may not have it now, but we may have it in the future."

Zhao Jing took a deep breath; he wouldn't be angry.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Tian yawned and then fell asleep.

Zhao Jing hesitated for a moment, then placed his large hand on her lower abdomen and gently massaged it.

He had never encountered a woman menstruating, but during military campaigns, he overheard his men talking about how rubbing a woman's abdomen could make her feel better.

Sure enough, Jiang Tian slept even more soundly.