Chapter 14 Slap "To be the only mistress of the entire Great Chu."...
After a long, hazy night, Wen Miao woke up still feeling disoriented and unsure of what day it was. She vaguely remembered having a lot of random dreams all night, but when she opened her eyes and tried to recall them, her mind was completely blank.
She lay on the couch for a long time, somewhat dazed, until her gaze finally focused and she noticed the bright yellow bed curtains embroidered with dragon patterns.
Wait, where is this...?
Wen Miao suddenly propped herself up on the bed and saw that the room was unusually clean. The beaded curtain used as a partition was still, but a tall and long-legged man was crouching on a small couch not far away, looking rather disheveled.
It is none other than His Majesty the present.
Wen Miao pursed her lips, her thoughts a jumble of emotions. Something seemed to be stuck in her chest, heavy and difficult to discern.
However, after staring blankly at the man for a moment, the emperor, who had practiced martial arts for many years and had keen senses, opened his eyes.
The morning light outside the window was clear and dappled, and the beaded curtains inside cast shadows. The woman, who had just woken up, looked dazed. Her skin was fair and delicate, and her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, revealing only a section of a light-colored undergarment covering her plump body. She looked languid yet exuded a natural allure.
Emperor Qian Yuan got up and took over the work from the servants in the manor. He soaked a handkerchief, bent down, and wanted to personally clean and tidy Wen Miao.
Wen Miao stepped back slightly, her face flushed from just waking up, looking somewhat lost. "Your Majesty, I can..."
"Yesterday, Madam said she was not used to having others serve her personally."
The emperor spoke slowly and deliberately, spreading his fingers and gently stroking the back of Wen Miao's neck, while his other hand held a warm handkerchief and carefully wiped her face.
While wiping, he said, "So, I'll serve you, okay?"
—So His Majesty is no stranger?
This was what Wen Miao understood, and Emperor Qian Yuan saw it clearly.
The emperor, who was carefully wiping and grooming the beautiful woman under his feet, raised the corners of his lips, showing no trace of the cold and gloomy demeanor he had displayed the night before.
He said, "I am no stranger; I am the future husband of the lady."
Upon hearing this, Wen Miao instinctively reached out and grabbed the emperor's sleeve.
She frowned, pursed her lips, leaned back, and asked, "What does Your Majesty mean?"
The emperor used the tiger's mouth of his hand to hold Wen Miao's chin and lift it slightly. With his other hand, he wrapped a very thin soft cloth around his fingertips, dipped it in tooth powder, and pressed it against the woman's tightly pursed lips on the bed. He rubbed it against her soft mouth and probed in inch by inch.
He smiled, his face calm, his promise both gentle and firm.
"I want my lady to be my empress."
"To be the only mistress of the entire Great Chu."
"My only wife."
These three sentences almost shattered Wen Miao's mind, leaving her momentarily dazed and astonished.
How...how is that possible?
What in the entire Great Chu could not the current emperor obtain? She found it hard to believe that the master on the dragon throne would be so fond of her—what could a widow who had lost her memory and had been married before possibly want?
Wen Miao shook her head inwardly; she felt she didn't have it.
But Emperor Qian Yuan, who had just made such a startling statement, remained calm and continued with what he was doing.
The bittersweet toothpaste swirled in the woman's soft, bright red mouth, pressing against her tongue. Then, the fingertip wrapped in a thin, soft cloth slowly penetrated deeper, with a gentle yet irresistible force, caressing the roots of her tender teeth.
The gentle caressing of her gums and tongue brought Wen Miao back to her senses. She knelt on the couch, her legs tucked in, her face flushed, but she was powerless to resist.
The difference in size and strength between her and Emperor Qianyuan was too great; it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, or a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
The saliva, hard to swallow, mixed with the minty scent of tooth powder, moistened the woman's beautiful lips. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her gentle, watery eyes shimmered with moisture. From her expression to her movements, she seemed to be resisting and rejecting him.
The lady didn't like him.
They also disliked the power and wealth he possessed.
She disliked even more the status and position he could offer her.
But he was madly in love with his wife.
What exactly did he have that would allow him to keep his wife?
The beautiful woman under his palm was still struggling. When her lips and teeth rubbed together, they left teeth marks on Emperor Qian Yuan's knuckles through the soft cloth. It stung a little, but he only felt his heart ache.
Fearing that Wen Miao might accidentally hurt herself, the emperor frowned and finally let go.
The woman, her hair slightly damp with embarrassment and anger, blushed with shame and anger. The moment the emperor released her from her shackles, her hair fluttered slightly, and she raised her hand to lash out.
The sleeves of the nightgown drew an arc in mid-air, and then a warm fragrance wafted out, covering Emperor Qianyuan's face.
The fragrance followed by a hand striking the side of his jaw.
Wen Miao bit her lower lip tightly. Raising her hand to retaliate was just an impulsive act, but when the slightly crisp sound of the slap rang in the room, she couldn't help but feel a surge of fear.
She...slapped the Emperor of Great Chu in the face?
Emperor Qian Yuan stood firmly in place without moving. He touched his cheek, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, and when he was expressionless, he revealed a heavy, sinister and cold demeanor.
Just when Wen Miao thought the other party would make trouble, the emperor, who had been standing still, suddenly bent down, knelt on the footstool in front of the bed, and took Wen Miao's hand, which was still trembling slightly and a little cold after hitting someone.
He only asked, "Did you hurt Madam's hand?"
Wen Miao paused, her panic subsiding, her face filled with disbelief.
The emperor, however, slowly and deliberately rubbed Wen Miao's reddened palm.
"Next time you get angry, you can throw something at me. I won't move, so please don't do it yourself, my lady... Your hands are so soft, if you hit someone, you'll probably hurt yourself first."
That kind of obsessive and tender affection made Wen Miao tremble with fear and feel a chill down her neck.
For the rest of the morning, a strange and tense atmosphere remained between Wen Miao and Emperor Qian Yuan. Even Xu Sheng and Zhang Ji kept their tails between their legs, not daring to utter a single word.
Wen Miao didn't say much, her jade-like face slightly furrowed, expressionless; Emperor Qian Yuan, on the other hand, treated Wen Miao with the same care and attention as usual, wishing he could do everything himself and handle everything carefully.
After having breakfast together, the emperor, who was off duty for the morning court session, kept Wen Miao from returning to the Xie residence, saying that he wanted to take her to see something in a few more hours.
Wen Miao had no choice but to leave. Remembering what happened that morning, she really didn't want to share a room with Emperor Qian Yuan, so she walked towards the back of the estate.
As for Emperor Qianyuan, he probably knew that his wife didn't want to see him for a while, so he simply sat in his study and read through the memorials submitted by his ministers.
In the countryside, it was late spring and early summer, and wildflowers were everywhere. A stream babbled in the woods behind the courtyard, which connected with a waterfall that made a tinkling sound.
Wen Miao slowly walked into the shady woods, with a few servants following lightly behind her for protection. She approached the stream, sat on a large rock warmed by the dappled sunlight, bent down, and scooped up the clear water to pass the time.
Occasionally, small fish fry can be seen swimming by in the water, and the pebbles below are warmed by the sunlight. The water ripples, and everything is clearly visible.
Now that no one is around to disturb her, Wen Miao has a peaceful space. She simply put her feet on the stone, placed her hands on her knees, rested her chin on her hand, and gazed at the waterfall and stream.
The warm breeze by the stream ruffled the strands of hair at her temples. Wen Miao stared blankly at the stream, her mind a complete blank, unwilling to think about anything.
Time passed, and the dappled sunlight under the trees warmed Wen Miao's body. She then remembered to wander around some more, but suddenly felt something was amiss. Her body, supported by her arms, stiffened, and she instinctively sat back down.
The doctor invited by the Xie family had previously taken Wen Miao's pulse and said that she had suffered an injury and amnesia in the winter, which had caused her body to catch a cold. In addition, the emotional fluctuations caused by the loss of her husband meant that although she was being nourished with medicine, it might affect her menstruation.
Indeed, it turned out that Wen Miao's period was late, but since the physician in the manor said that her body was gradually recovering and there was nothing seriously wrong, Wen Miao put the matter aside and thought she could rest and recuperate. But who would have thought that today...
The beautiful woman sitting by the stream had a flushed face. Her clothes were already thin, and she had changed into a light-colored one when she went out in the morning, thinking that spring was still late. She had been lazy and hadn't brought a shawl. After sitting for so long, her clothes must have become a mess.
Wen Miao dared not move rashly and planned to turn around and call a maid who was not far away to help her get another outer garment later.
"lady."
The sudden sound startled Wen Miao, who turned to the side and found Emperor Qian Yuan standing behind a grove of trees not far away.
They were only three steps apart.
Wen Miao was so embarrassed that she gripped the fabric of her skirt tightly, stiff and awkward, with even the tip of her fair nose faintly dotted with beads of sweat.
Seeing that the emperor seemed to be about to approach, Wen Miao hurriedly called out, "Your Majesty, please don't come any closer!"
The voice was gentle yet contained panic and urgency, and upon closer listening, there was a touch of pitiful pleading.
Emperor Qianyuan was taken aback. He saw the beautiful woman sitting on a rock by the stream. His superior eyesight, capable of hitting a target from a hundred paces away, swept over Wen Miao’s entire body. In an instant, he noticed the unnaturalness in her posture and the skirt that she was subconsciously covering.
Before meeting Wen Miao, Emperor Qian Yuan's contact with women was extremely rare.
His mother was of low rank and died young, so he had no palace maids to serve him. When he grew up, he was in the military camp. Even after he returned to the capital, was named crown prince, and inherited the throne, he never got close to women. Even when the ministers wrote to him, he remained chaste and virtuous. For many years, he was only served by eunuchs.
But not having had contact with it doesn't mean Emperor Qianyuan didn't understand it.
As early as last winter, when Wen Miao, who had fainted and lost her memory, was still lying on the dragon bed in the imperial palace, Emperor Qian Yuan had already memorized her medical records by heart, from major injuries such as intracranial hemorrhage caused by a fall to minor issues such as delayed menstruation caused by catching a cold...
The wind rustled through the trees and the stream babbled. Emperor Qianyuan's nostrils twitched slightly as he caught a faint, sweet, fishy whiff from the beautiful woman by the stream.
It tastes like blood.
Before Wen Miao could say anything, Emperor Qian Yuan waved his hand, and the servants behind him wisely lowered their heads and retreated. He strode forward, looking at the woman with hazy eyes and flushed cheeks, and took off his thin cloak, draping it over Wen Miao's shoulders.
In an instant, Wen Miao was pulled into the arms of the man behind her, so close that she could hear his heartbeat.
Emperor Qianyuan brushed a strand of hair from Wen Miao's face, his arm still supporting her behind her. "Don't be afraid, my lady. Shall I take you back to change and wash?"
It was a question, but it was Wen Miao's only option at the moment.
She gripped her skirt tightly, her ears and cheeks flushed crimson. After a brief silence, Wen Miao raised her arms and hugged the emperor's neck with a vulnerable dependence.
This was her answer.
When that trembling, plump body leaned into Emperor Qian Yuan's arms, his pupils constricted, his breathing became heavy, his Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and he lowered his eyes from an angle unseen by the beautiful woman in his arms, his eyes revealing a greedy and morbid emotion.
Like a ferocious beast, it vanished in an instant.
A note from the author:
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Emperor: My lady's hands smell so good... so good... (dazed) (reminiscing)
Wen Miao: It feels like I'm rewarding him...
I'd like to recommend my friend's novel, "Heaven Knows, I Am Wenhe?! [Three Kingdoms]" by Nanwu. Book title: 8887917
I've traveled through time, to the late Eastern Han Dynasty.
This was an era of numerous heroes rising up and wars raging everywhere.
And I—
He's just an ordinary good-for-nothing, who knows!
I can't even pass the 1000-meter race!
The good news is, I've been dressed up as a strategist.
The bad news is, it's Jia Xu.
Jia Xu was a top strategist of the Three Kingdoms period! Chen Shou praised him for his flawless strategies, comparing him to Zhang Liang and Chen Ping!
You said, you said, I became him?
Tonics? These tonics are so difficult to prepare right away? I can't do it!
In the early stages of the Battle of Guandu, they attacked Xuzhou.
Cheng Yu: If Yuan Shao's main force is tied down and the villains directly attack Xuchang, then we will...
Xun Yu: Yuan Shao is a suspicious and indecisive man. If the Prime Minister takes Xuzhou within ten days, Yuan Shao will have no chance to react.
...
The strategists offered their advice and strategies. Jia Xu had just arrived at Cao Cao's camp and didn't know many people, so he listened from the back with the people next to him.
Seeing that Jia Xu hadn't spoken, Guo Jia raised his hand to speak for him: Jia Xu has something to say.
Jia Xu: Hmm? Who wants to speak? Me?
All eyes were on Jia Xu...
Jia Xu: Xuzhou is a strategically important location, a crucial waterway hub. Why don't we put some poison in the water and incapacitate everyone directly...?
(Everyone was shocked. Jia Xu's reputation as a cunning strategist was widespread, but at this moment, they realized that his cunning wasn't due to accurate schemes, but rather to his truly insidious and vicious nature!)
Jia Xu: Hmm? Speak up, why aren't you saying anything? Didn't you ask me this?
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