Chapter 6
Qi Han waited for five years with sighs.
Two years shorter than the original.
The seventh prince ascended the throne.
The Ninth Prince rebelled on the border.
The ninth prince stormed into the capital.
The ninth prince ascended the throne.
The new emperor is preparing to crown the empress and grant amnesty to the entire nation...
The new emperor's edict has arrived.
A crowd of people knelt in the Qi Mansion.
"... Escort him back to the capital." The chief eunuch chanted in a long voice.
Qi Han's father looked ashen.
Qi Han was blindfolded and her hands were tied as she was taken into a sedan chair. As soon as she stretched out her feet, she was pulled into someone's arms and a pair of hands were kneading and kneading her body.
"How dare you!" she shouted in a deep voice.
The man was not afraid of her. He breathed in her ear and licked and kissed her earlobe.
"Do you know who I am?" Qi Han was confused. This man seemed to be very familiar with her body.
The other person hummed softly, a low and pleasant laugh, his chest rumbling slightly, which was transmitted to her, causing Qi Han to unconsciously collapse.
"I already have someone I like, and I've already given my body to her." Qi Han made up such a lie that even he believed it himself.
The other party paused, and Qi Han was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but was then suffocated by the force that almost crushed his bones.
"She was rubbing her lips against mine..." Qi Han was overjoyed when he saw that he had angered the man. He searched his mind for that distant dream and described it to the other party in detail.
She only wanted to die quickly, even if her soul was shattered.
"She called me... kissed me... and I called her..." Qi Han felt more and more wronged the more he thought about it, "Zhishu..."
Unexpectedly, the other party slowly stopped and even helped her tighten her clothes.
The man held her tightly in his arms like a treasure, giving her some dignity.
Qi Han was feeling sad, so he didn't care about these things.
When her head started to ache from crying, a gentle kiss wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Eighth Miss, do you still want me..." softly and gently, with deep affection.
Qi Han was stunned.
A pair of hands helped her untie the restraints in front of her eyes, and the peerless beauty was looking down at her.
"Do you... want me?"
The birthmark was completely gone, and his eyes and eyebrows were shrouded in an lingering murderous aura, like layers of frost and snow that were difficult to dissipate after a long time.
The person in front of me is so beautiful that she doesn't look like a living thing, let alone someone from this mortal world.
"Zhishu?" Qi Han touched this face, and tears fell down again.
The new emperor felt helpless and kissed her eyelids.
"The enthronement ceremony will be held in a month, Zitong, you must not tire your eyes."
Qi Han opened his mouth for a long moment, then hesitantly said, "But we are both women..."
"No problem, I will make new laws."
"Our ages..." She is three years older than Zhishu.
The new emperor's eyes were gloomy: "Eighth Miss thinks I'm old?"
Yes, all the concubines in Qi Han’s mansion were no more than twelve or thirteen years old, and she was now twenty-four.
Qi Han was deprived of his words and was speechless for a moment.
"No……"
She was getting anxious, but when she looked up, the new emperor was smiling at her. The snow had just melted, and the emperor looked bright and beautiful.
The person he loved was so close to him that Qi Han couldn't help but kiss her eyes.
Perhaps, now, she doesn't have to worry anymore...
"Zhishu, will you skin me alive in the future?"
"Eighth Miss has a delicate body, tender flesh and thin skin. I'm sure she'll melt in your mouth, leaving a lingering fragrance... Hmm... This is a good idea."
Qi Han was shocked: “!”
"Zhishu, how come you are so familiar with me..."
"Miss Eight, don't you remember the first time we made love several years ago?"
Qi Han: “!”
"Be good, tell me about that day again..."
“Hmm…”
Qi Han's eyebrows were full of spring, her eyes were moist, and her lips were red and soft, as if she was begging him not to bully her again.
The new emperor took her hand that was pressed on the bed and interlocked their fingers.
The author has something to say:
This short story took me two days to write, eight or nine hours [heartache]
The hand speed scum leaves tears...
(End of the book)
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