Chapter 80 (Chapter Eighty) Both hands had already wrapped around it.
Seventeen was practically steaming from hearing such precious words.
However, amidst the smoke, there was indeed a touch of emotion.
In truth, Seventeen knew in his heart that if the other party, as the ruler of a country, truly desired a harem, he probably wouldn't be able to stop him, but... he still wanted to try to believe him one more time.
Perhaps it was because the rain that day was so heavy that it blurred Seventeen's vision, causing him to see Long Langyue as a savior.
Or perhaps it's something else, but Seventeen doesn't want to think about it anymore.
If you're unhappy in the future, just leave. If you think about everything so much, life will inevitably become a bit boring.
Seventeen nestled in Long Langyue's arms, her voice muffled: "If Your Majesty ever dislikes me again, just tell me, and I will..."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt his chin being pinched and lifted, causing him to stop talking in a daze and be forced to look at Long Langyue.
What followed was a violent storm.
Seventeen knew that His Majesty always liked to kiss very hard, but he didn't know what kind of fetish it was. Whether it was the mouth or anywhere else, he always had a very fierce look on his face.
At first, I wasn't used to it, but gradually I seemed to get used to it.
Seventeen's mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were somewhat dazed. He was completely immersed in Long Langyue's scent, as if he himself had been infected by this familiar fragrance.
The sticky, ambiguous sound of water arose, amplified in the quiet space, making Seventeen blush.
But he couldn't escape. He could only tilt his head back and endure it. His lower back was pressed down, pressed against the scorching heat in front of him. He could feel the veins in his waist and abdomen moving around clearly.
His hands were on Long Langyue's chest. He was being kissed so hard that he wanted to escape, but his wrists were immediately restrained.
Seventeen stared with her watery eyes, seemingly looking at nothing in particular.
Long Langyue's chest trembled violently, the vibrations penetrating his body one after another, as if the two of them had become one.
A rustling sound arose, but Yuanfu, who was outside with his ears closed, couldn't hear it. He was thinking that he should go and have someone warm the water earlier.
Seventeen always wore black clothes, partly for her profession and partly out of habit.
Black can cover up bloodstains and conceal one's figure.
But Long Langyue usually owns clothes of all colors and patterns.
Besides the usual black and bright yellow, she would occasionally wear some plain-colored clothes.
Although it is plain in color, the subtle patterns inside are shimmering and radiant, and its elegance and nobility can be seen in every gesture.
Today he changed into a light blue robe, with darker gold patterns embroidered on the collar and hem, highlighting his noble status.
At this moment, the light blue and black blend together, with the light blue side almost completely enveloped by the other side.
But the two people on the dragon bed turned around.
Seventeen nestled in Long Langyue's arms, her voice broken and incoherent, making it impossible to understand what she was saying, or perhaps she wasn't saying anything at all.
The earthen lamp was burning brightly, and fine beads of sweat seeped from Seventeen's forehead and the back of his neck, sliding down his straight back and dripping onto the dragon bed.
Long Langyue's hand could almost completely cover her, and the soft texture felt wonderful. He held her tightly, reluctant to let go. Seventeen felt a little embarrassed by the grip and reached out to escape, but her hand was held back.
The sweat on their bodies was so thick that they couldn't tell each other apart.
Long Langyue gritted his teeth; he still remembered that he couldn't go too far.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but Seventeen felt like she was about to faint. She had shed countless tears, which pained Long Langyue, but no one let go of her.
From facing each other to facing away from each other, Seventeen's eyes were already blurry, and her consciousness was somewhat fuzzy. Her hands limply rested on Long Langyue's strong arms, supporting him to prevent him from collapsing.
Only after the fair skin turned pink, and then deep red, did Long Langyue bite Shiqi hard on the back of her neck, before letting out a muffled groan with her brows furrowed.
He bit down but couldn't bear to. Looking at the teeth marks on his neck, he licked them tenderly, which made Seventeen reflexively shudder.
Seventeen's consciousness drifted away, and she was so confused that she didn't even know how she was reacting. She only felt that her body was reacting on its own, and her hands were already wrapped around it.
Long Langyue's breath hitched. Seventeen's reflexive dependence caused his emotions, which had just calmed down, to rise again.
What is this? Long Langyue's pupils contracted slightly, and a hint of madness seeped into his eyes. He wanted it too much, he was going crazy with desire.
No, it won't work, it's not time yet.
Seventeen was completely unaware that the person holding her was having a brainstorming session, and was simply wondering why they weren't touching her anymore.
He looked up at Long Langyue with his watery eyes and then snuggled closer to her.
Long Langyue closed her eyes and took several deep breaths before finally coaxing Seventeen to sleep.
Even when she was asleep, Seventeen was still tightly wrapped around Long Langyue, like a vine clinging to a giant tree, intertwined with her.
Yuanfu waited for a long time but did not hear His Majesty call for water, and he was a little puzzled.
As the saying goes, going too fast is a problem, but going too long is also a problem!
He listened for a while and found that there was no sound in the room. He mustered up his courage and pushed open a crack to peek inside. Well, the two people were sleeping soundly in bed.
Yuanfu smiled, closed the door, and instructed someone to heat up the floor heating system so the child wouldn't catch a cold.
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"Grand Eunuch, shall we go in and get more tea?"
A palace maid stood somewhat awkwardly at the door and asked Yuanfu in a low voice.
They would usually be tidying up the palace and preparing a pot of warm tea by this time, but today...
Yuanfu waved his hand and said with a smile, "No need, we'll call you when it's time to change. Go and rest."
"Yes, Grandfather."
The palace maid curtsied and left with her entourage, but couldn't help thinking about the recent rumors and feeling a little envious.
They're so lucky.
When Seventeen woke up from her absurd and somewhat... well, you know, dream, she felt like she was about to turn into a boiled shrimp again.
But when he woke up, he found himself completely naked, clinging tightly to Long Langyue, the two of them pressed together, any movement or change was extremely noticeable.
Seventeen suddenly felt like he had turned into boiling water, and the memories of last night came flooding back, making him want to escape.
But as soon as he let go of Long Langyue's arm, he was pressed down onto the soft bedding, and the madness of last night came back to haunt him this morning.
Seventeen was tossed and turned so much that she couldn't take it anymore, and in the end she couldn't even cry anymore.
How can such a simple matter be turned into so many complicated scenarios?
Seventeen was confused, Seventeen wanted to cry, Seventeen wanted to just faint.
But because of his martial arts training, he was too physically strong and couldn't pass out at Seventeen.
Knowing that Long Langyue was releasing his pressure on her, Seventeen pushed him away in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, I want to wash up."
Long Langyue buried her face in his neck and kissed him again, then picked up the piece of flesh and tore at it repeatedly.
"Okay, wait a moment."
Long Langyue propped himself up on his arms, grabbed an outer robe and put it on, then called out, "Yuanfu."
"This old servant is here."
"Bring some hot water."
Yuanfu responded and then heard the footsteps fading into the distance. Long Langyue poured herself a cup of tea that had long since gone cold and drank it all in one gulp.
After finishing the drink, he sobered up a bit and couldn't help but facepalm when he thought about what he had done.
It was really hard to resist the temptation... no, perhaps it was harder to resist the temptation of seventeen.
He felt that every move Seventeen made tugged at his heartstrings, and he magnified even the slightest action.
"His Majesty."
Seventeen also sat up in bed. The two hadn't gone all the way, so he only felt a little soreness down there, but no other sensations.
Thinking of the sketchbook that Long Zhaoming had sent back from afar, Seventeen felt both shy and worried.
Is this... really possible?
"Your Majesty, the hot water is here."
Yuanfu's voice rang out from outside. Long Langyue went to open the door, and a cold wind rushed into the room, making him frown.
Yuanfu hurriedly had a bath tub brought in, his old eyes constantly glancing at Long Langyue.
Unfortunately, the dragon bed was behind the screen, so he couldn't see Seventeen.
The palace maids moved swiftly, setting the bath tub down and leaving with their heads down; the whole process took only a short while.
Yuanfu also tactfully left, pondering the scene he had just witnessed. He thought that good things were about to happen, and perhaps after the seventeenth birthday, their Great Jing would be able to establish an empress.
Long Langyue tested the water temperature, and it was just right.
He then walked to the edge of the collapsed area and picked up the still bewildered Seventeen in his arms.
"His Majesty?!"
Seventeen was still lost in thought, thinking about last night, about the future, about everything.
"Aren't you going to wash up?"
Long Langyue held him with her eyes lowered, patting his round and soft spot with one hand, as if to comfort him.
Seventeen blushed again after being patted by him, and buried her head in Long Langyue's neck without making a sound.
It wasn't until someone placed her in warm water that Seventeen felt a little more awake.
He rinsed off the sticky sweat, washing away his fatigue, and at the same time, the crazy seal of Long Langyue from the previous night was revealed.
Wherever he could see, there were red marks of varying shades on his chest, waist, abdomen, and even lower down.
Seventeen felt embarrassed by her own appearance, and Long Langyue then entered the bathtub.
The bathtub is big enough that it doesn't feel crowded even if two people get in.
Long Langyue quickly washed herself and then pulled Seventeen out of the water.
He looked down at the red mark on Seventeen's neck, and the madness in his heart seemed to be resurfacing.
"Your Majesty, tomorrow is my birthday."
Seventeen turned to look at him, her eyes filled with obvious expectation.
Long Langyue blinked, chuckled, and kissed Seventeen's cheek, her voice gentle: "Seventeen, would you like to guess what gift I've prepared for you?"
"Ah, I couldn't have guessed."
Seventeen curled his lip; how could he possibly know? Long Langyue didn't press him, but simply smiled and remained silent.
The two played around in the bathtub for a while longer. Long Langyue went out to change her clothes first, and then wiped Seventeen clean.
By the time the two had washed themselves clean and reappeared before Yuanfu, it was already past noon.
Seventeen's stomach was growling with hunger, but the very perceptive Yuanfu had already prepared the meal and was just waiting for the two of them to arrive.
After filling his stomach, Seventeen slumped in a soft chair, lost in thought. Long Langyue wiped her mouth and ordered, "Have someone come up."
"Yes." Yuanfu left with his hands at his sides.
Seventeen asked curiously, "What?"
Then Yuanfu walked in with a group of female officials.
The leading female official wore a brightly colored official robe, her black hair was piled high, and the golden crown she wore indicated her official rank.
"Your Majesty, this humble official greets you."
"Get up."
Long Langyue said calmly, then raised her chin: "Go and take his measurements."
"yes."
The leading female official led her people to Seventeen's side, but Seventeen was still confused and just let them pull her arm and measure her with a soft ruler.
"Your Majesty, what are you measuring?"
"I'll make you some new clothes."
Seventeen said "Oh," and obediently raised her hands, straightened her chest, and pulled in her stomach.
His peripheral vision swept over the female officials in front of him, and suddenly stopped on one of them.
"Wait a minute, Li Yan?"
Seventeen exclaimed in surprise. Long Langyue paused for a moment and then ordered, "Raise your head."
The female official, whose name was called, looked up blankly and saw a familiar face.
Apart from the head female official, none of them were allowed to look directly at the nobleman, which is why Li Yan never realized that the nobleman taking her measurements was actually him.
Li Yan's eyes widened. She was about to call him "handsome brother" when she remembered where she was and forced the words back down.
The female official put away the ruler and stood aside with her hands at her sides. Long Langyue also stepped forward and said with a smile, "It really is. When did you enter the palace?"
Li Yan looked at the emperor again and inexplicably guessed something.
The person next to the handsome man looks quite like him...
"Your Majesty, I entered the palace last month."
The female official beside her curtsied and continued, "Your Majesty, she was selected from a folk embroidery workshop last month."
Long Langyue nodded: "You don't know her mother?"
The female official broke out in a cold sweat instantly and knelt on the ground to explain to herself: "Your Majesty, please calm down. It is true that I am from the past with her mother, but Li Yan's embroidery skills are truly outstanding. I only learned about her background by chance."
Seventeen frowned slightly, and Long Langyue waved his hand, saying, "Get up, I haven't said anything."
"Now that you're in the palace, do your job well."
His voice was calm, but the female official understood that His Majesty and Li Yan probably had a past relationship that wasn't too bad, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes, Your Excellency will certainly live up to your expectations."
Li Yan and the others knelt down as the female officials knelt. At His Majesty's signal, she stood up, still somewhat bewildered.
"It's not easy to find a job, and it's better to be in the palace than outside."
Seventeen laughed, and Long Langyue stepped forward, took Seventeen's hand, and instructed the female official: "Make the amount a little larger."
"yes."
The female official continued to measure Seventeen's body in a proper manner, and after that, she measured Long Langyue's body before finally leaving with her entourage.
"I didn't expect Li Yan to be willing to enter the palace."
Seventeen was somewhat emotional. Her mother had left the palace because of the infighting among the concubines and was later murdered due to suspicion. To this day, no one knows whether her father's death was related to what happened back then. He thought Li Yan would resist.
“Entering the palace offers greater security than staying outside, and you won’t be forced to marry early. Besides, the common people aren’t fools; they know whether entering the palace is good or bad.”
Long Langyue held him as they lay down on the soft chair, without mentioning that she had also played a part in Li Yan being accepted into her mother's embroidery school.
Li Yan is actually quite resilient. Such a person is unlikely to choose to escape forever because of setbacks; instead, she will face them head-on.
Such people are also well-suited to living in the palace.
Of course, the Great Jing Imperial Palace is not the same as before. Even though there is still some intrigue and backstabbing, at least no one will die.
Seventeen sighed, somewhat melancholy.
A lot happened this year.
"Li Yan entered the palace, while Jian Gan remained in the north..."
There are also some people, each with their own path and ambitions.
That's great, everyone has a new life now.
Seventeen nestled in Long Langyue's arms, seemingly feeling sleepy again. Why has she been getting so sleepy lately...?
Seeing that the person in his arms had fallen asleep, Long Langyue gently patted his back, his thoughts drifting away.
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Author's Note: Please look at the last character card—
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