Chapter 19: Warming the Bed and Undressing

What, but more aware of the current situation.

【Is it my fault? Stupid ruler!】

When you are under the eaves, you have to bow your head. She lowered her eyes and said in a submissive voice, "Yes, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have contradicted you, Your Majesty."

Xiao Jin's gaze swept across the Zhaixing Tower. He suddenly leaned over and forcefully lifted her chin with his calloused fingers, forcing her to meet the bottomless eyes of the emperor.

"You are the eldest daughter of Duke Yun, whom he holds in his hands." His voice was low, carrying invisible pressure. "Tell me, in exchange for your freedom, will he hand over his military power?"

Yun Zhao was forced to look at him directly, his lips tightly pursed, and he said nothing.

[You want the Yun family's military power? Digging your own grave! Threatening me? That's all the bastard emperor can do! My brother will definitely surrender... But without the Yun family army, who will resist the northern frontier's iron hoof? What if the King of Qin succeeds in usurping the throne? It's just inviting a wolf into the house, and the country will be shattered! In this great dynasty, only my brother can...]

Xiao Jin raised his eyebrows imperceptibly: "Mute? I'm asking you a question."

"Isn't it?" The sneer in her heart was as sharp as an ice spike. Her face remained submissive, "I don't know. I haven't been in the palace for ten days, so I dare not speak nonsense."

"In your opinion, I am a tyrant? An emperor who only relies on nepotism?" Xiao Jin's voice became a little colder.

[The Queen Mother, the traitor Su, the King of Qin, the clique of civil servants... these cancers are entrenched in the imperial court. Have you ever touched a single one in your three years on the throne? You can't even protect yourself!]

Yun Zhao's mind raced, but she said, "I dare not. Your Majesty will make the final decision."

Xiao Jin suddenly released his grip. The force suddenly vanished, and Yun Zhao lost his support and fell to the ground in a mess, the cold bricks and stones poking at his palms.

Above, the emperor's voice carried an unquestionable pressure: "Yun Zhao, I will let you live. Open your eyes and see clearly! Everything I do is for Daye!"

[See? I'm waiting to see!] She crouched on the ground, but her voice took on a barely perceptible edge: "Very well! I will wait and see how Your Majesty will eradicate the treacherous officials, clean up the mess, and restore peace and prosperity to Daye!"

Xiao Jin looked down at her, his eyes dark and hard to discern. After a moment, he turned, his dark dragon robe drawing a cold arc in the night wind.

"Follow me." The order was concise and cold, "I will return to the Purple Palace to sleep. You - undress me and warm my bed.

Yun Zhao's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and a chill instantly ran up his spine.

She stood up, looked at the back that could not be disobeyed, and slowly clenched her fists.

[…Bed warmer?] [The Dog Emperor has gone crazy! Has he forgotten I’m engaged?!]

Yun Zhao had just taken a step when his feet went soft and he fell forward!

The expected coldness did not come - a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and held her firmly!

Their eyes met suddenly, their noses almost touching. Their frantic heartbeats pounded like drums in the dead silence.

Yun Zhao was so frightened that his soul was about to be shattered. He pushed him away fiercely as if he had been electrocuted: "Xiao Jin! I didn't mean to..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

The air froze instantly!

She actually called the emperor's name!

Xiao Guizi's face turned pale as he tumbled to his knees, "Your Majesty, calm down! Miss Yun is frightened and speechless! She's speaking without thinking!"

Dead silence.

Xiao Jin lowered his eyes, rubbing his fingers unconsciously, and whispered those two words between his lips: "Xiao Jin... I also have a name..."

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze as deep as a cold pond.

[It's over! I've really pissed him off! I'm going to die!]

Yun Zhao's legs went weak and he fell heavily to his knees. His throat tightened and he even forgot to beg for mercy.

"Follow me."

A cold voice came down, and the emperor turned around.

...Are you okay?

Xiao Guizi collapsed to the ground, tugging at her skirt as if he had just survived a disaster, his voice trembling and incoherent: "Auntie... May our ancestors bless you..."

Yun Zhao was completely exhausted, cold sweat soaking his back. He sighed as if he had just survived a disaster: [He... probably didn't hear it, right?]

Yun Zhao followed him to the Zichen Palace in fear.

The lights in the hall were bright, and the palace maids in the Shangqin Bureau had already been sent away.

[Manager Zhang’s efficiency is incredible!] Yun Zhao muttered to herself, staring at Xiao Jin as he entered the inner room. She froze in the doorway.

"Standing around as a door god?" Xiao Jin turned around suddenly, his eyes gloomy.

Yun Zhao lingered in. Xiao Jin spread his arms and said, "Undress."

The jade buckle on the belt was intricate and intricate, and Yun Zhao fumbled with it, breaking out in a sweat. After finally undoing it with a click, a rebuke came from above: "Is this how Duke Yun teaches his daughter?"

Yun Zhao was furious. "This is the first time I've undressed a man! What does this have to do with my father?" She angrily ripped off his shirt and flung it against the screen. "Your Majesty, please go to bed! I'll be watching!"

The veins on Xiao Jin's forehead throbbed. "Yun Zhao, do you really think I dare not kill you?"

[Kill him! His name as tyrant is confirmed! This is a perfect opportunity for my brother to lead 200,000 cavalrymen to crush the Imperial City!]

"Your Majesty, of course you dare! Kill whoever you want!" She stiffened her neck.

[Su Mingli didn't sleep well, so she's taking it out on me!]

Xiao Jin sat down beside the couch and stretched out his long legs.

Yun Zhao resigned himself to his fate and knelt down to take off his boots.

The black dragon boots were tight around her, and she pulled with all her strength—the boots didn't move at all, but she was thrown forward fiercely due to inertia!

"Bang!"

My forehead hit his tight abdomen hard!

"Ugh!" Xiao Jin groaned, retreating swiftly but still breathing in pain. "Yun Zhao! You want to kill the king?!"

Yun Zhao covered his red forehead, tears welling up in pain. "I didn't mean to do it! Can't you take it off yourself with your hands and feet?"

"You!" Xiao Jin pointed at her, his fingers trembling with anger. "I think you're tired of living!"

"I know I'm wrong! Please calm down..." She gritted her teeth, looking like a brave sacrifice, "Come on! Keep taking off your clothes!"

"Get out! Kneel down! Don't get up without my order!" Xiao Jin rubbed his abdomen and gritted his teeth.

Yun Zhao turned around and left as if he had been pardoned.

"Kneel outside the hall!" he added irritably, "so you don't have to take a nap!"

"Oh." Yun Zhao knelt dejectedly on the cushion beside the incense burner.

[Serving tea and writing books is fine, but undressing and removing boots for a foreign man is simply unbearable!]

[The maids in the palace are so bored that they only have me to order around!]

An hour later, everything was quiet.

Yun Zhao secretly lay down on the cushion and buried his face in the brocade.

[Mom… My knees hurt so much… Since entering the palace, I’ve either been kneeling or on my way to kneel…]

[I should have known I'd marry the King of Qin and become just a decoration! At least I wouldn't have to wait on him in the middle of the night!]

[My father hasn't been reinstated yet, so I'm just a poor, helpless kid...]

[What update is it? I'm so sleepy...]

Tears rolled down silently, soaking a corner of the cushion.

On the dragon couch in the inner room, Xiao Jin was just beginning to fall asleep when he was woken up by the nagging "voice of his heart".

Grievances, complaints, self-pity...endless.

A faint sobbing sound was heard.

"It's so noisy!" Xiao Jin suddenly lifted the tent and sat up.

Yun Zhao was so frightened that she jumped up and knelt straight: "I didn't say a word!"

Xiao Jin rubbed his stinging forehead, glanced at her swollen knees and tear marks, and said in a harsh tone: "Go back to sleep!"

Yun Zhao wiped her tears and said with a nasal voice: "Your Majesty will be up at three o'clock in the morning. I'll be busy all the time. It's better for me to wait here."

Xiao Jin's eyes swept over her trying to hold on, then fell on the cold golden bricks outside the hall, and suddenly asked:

"Is it such a grievance to ask you to serve me?"