Chapter 316 Pervert
In the end, Pei Huaijin suppressed the bitterness in his heart and smiled magnanimously, "Your Majesty, it was my oversight that I failed to instruct someone to prepare a hangover soup for Your Majesty beforehand. Minister Wang is very kind. Your Majesty should go to Minister Wang's place tonight and have some hangover soup so that you can sleep peacefully."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yanzhi immediately stepped forward and steadily took the unsteady Li Yuanzhao from Pei Huaijin's arms, supporting him to his side.
He nodded slightly to Pei Huaijin, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. Tonight, I will take good care of Your Majesty and will not let you worry."
Pei Huaijin looked at Li Yuanzhao, who was almost leaning against Wang Yanzhi's chest. His fingers twitched almost imperceptibly in his sleeve, but his face still had that impeccable gentle smile. He nodded and said, "Alright, then I'll trouble you, Minister Wang."
"It is all my duty, and I dare not complain of the trouble," Wang Yanzhi replied. He then turned to Li Yuanzhao, whose eyes were glazed over, and softened his voice, "Your Majesty, let me help you back to the palace."
Inside Qiushui Residence, after Li Yuanzhao was served a bowl of hangover soup by Wang Yanzhi, his eyesight cleared up somewhat.
Wang Yanzhi put down the bowl, intending to massage her temples to relieve her headache.
But to everyone's surprise, Li Yuanzhao brushed his hand away and sat up straight.
The atmosphere inside the hall froze instantly.
Wang Yanzhi, however, seemed to have expected this, showing no sign of panic on his face. He asked calmly, "Is Your Majesty still blaming me for taking matters into my own hands and using Consort Huang's words to make Consort Chen commit suicide?"
He admitted it so directly, without any concealment, without any fear, and without a trace of grievance.
He got up and knelt down in front of her.
"Your Majesty, I only wish to share your burdens. As long as Jue La Yun Dan lives, the criticism from the court and the public will only increase, and Your Majesty will only worry more. I do not wish to see Your Majesty troubled, which is why I acted on my own initiative. If this action displeases Your Majesty or goes against Your Majesty's will, I... am willing to accept any punishment."
Li Yuanzhao sneered, his tone mocking: "You're quite good at 'sharing my burdens'."
Wang Yanzhi met her icy gaze with an open and honest look. "It is my duty as a subject. Anything that troubles His Majesty, anyone who displeases His Majesty..."
He paused, a hint of almost obstinacy flashing in his eyes, "Even your servants cannot tolerate this."
This is the truth.
He didn't want anything or anyone to displease His Majesty.
He spent three years in the palace and two years in the cold palace.
He witnessed firsthand how His Majesty consolidated imperial power step by step, how she quelled internal strife, how she expanded the territory, and how she brought unprecedented vitality to the Great Qi empire.
Who wouldn't be attracted to someone who possesses supreme power and seems omnipotent?
He admired her.
I admire her strength, her composure, and her commanding presence.
What drew him even deeper and made him unable to extricate himself was the discovery that such an invincible emperor had once been sincere towards others.
This is so rare, so precious, and yet so...heartbreaking!
Even if it's not truly for my own sake.
But he remained captivated by it.
This admiration and heartache were repeatedly chewed over and fermented during his two lonely and desolate years, eventually twisting into an extremely obsessive and almost perverse love.
He fell hopelessly in love with Li Yuanzhao.
Even though he knew that he only gained the Emperor's favor because of his role as a "stand-in".
One day, he too will be neglected and rejected by her, just like those who served the emperor.
Like the faded flowers and willows in the imperial harem, they withered away silently.
But he was willing to do it.
Like a moth drawn to a flame, knowing full well that raging fire lies ahead, it still plunges in.
As long as she had held him in her heart for even a moment, he could convince himself that his life had not been in vain.
Wang Yanzhi crawled forward half a step on his knees, his eyes filled with a fanatical devotion: "If Your Majesty still resents me, why not chain me up in the dungeon and punish me personally?"
As he spoke, he tore open his shirt, revealing a patch of white chest.
"Or use a ruler, or a strip of cloth, or whatever form of severe punishment you may take... either way is acceptable."
He tilted his head slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice hoarse, carrying a strange allure.
"Anyway, Your Majesty, haven't you already done it countless times?"
Li Yuanzhao's eyes darkened as he looked at the man before him, whose behavior was almost dissolute and self-deprecating.
She was definitely angry.
But what angered me was not Jue La Yun Dan's death.
To be honest, she felt a sense of relief when she heard the news of Jue La Yun Dan's suicide.
The death of a prince of a fallen kingdom, who had lost his usefulness and was criticized by both the court and the public, certainly saved her a lot of trouble.
But she never intended to completely destroy Jue La Yun Dan; at most, she would just banish him to the cold palace and let him fend for himself.
But the person in front of her not only acted on his own initiative but also secretly stirred up trouble, seriously crossing her bottom line.
She reached out and grabbed his neck.
Wang Yanzhi frowned in pain, but instead of dodging, he took another half step closer, his cool, thin lips brushing against Li Yuanzhao's neck.
"Anything given by Your Majesty, no matter how painful, I will be happy."
A warm, humid breath brushed against Li Yuanzhao's ear, bringing a tingling sensation.
Li Yuanzhao suddenly tightened his grip on his throat!
Soon, Wang Yanzhi's face turned bright red, and bluish-purple bruises appeared on his neck.
His breathing became increasingly rapid, his chest heaving violently, each breath carrying the suffocating heaviness of impending death, as if he were about to stop breathing at any moment.
Li Yuanzhao leaned close to his ear and mocked, "Since you like it, how could I not give it to you?"
Wang Yanzhi's face grew redder and redder, but the smile on his lips deepened and became increasingly maniacal.
"Your Majesty... punish me like this..." His voice was broken and trembling.
"Even if I die... as long as I know it was His Majesty who did it... I feel... fulfilled..."
Before he could finish speaking, he could no longer hold back. A metallic taste rose in his throat, and a trickle of crimson blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, staining his pale lips a vibrant red.
Li Yuanzhao sneered, "Fine, I will grant your wish."
She exerted her strength and shoved Wang Yanzhi hard against the screen behind him.
The sandalwood screen emitted a muffled thud, causing the landscape painting on it to shake slightly.
She leaned in close, her fingertips tracing the bloodstains on his lips.
Wang Yanzhi winced in pain, but instead opened his lips and gently licked her tongue...
The red stain on her fingertips was dazzlingly alluring.
What followed was an even more intense entanglement, bordering on punishment and conquest.
Their clothes were disheveled, their breaths were heavy, and the candlelight cast their distorted shadows on the wall.
The actions were rough and showed no mercy.
Wang Yanzhi was in pain all over his body. The bruises on his neck burned, and blood seeped from the wound on the corner of his lips, but he laughed even more heartily, and the madness in his eyes was almost overflowing.
"His Majesty……"
"that's all……"
"Only your humble servant truly... belongs to Your Majesty..."
The candle burned brighter and brighter until the wick was completely burned out, leaving only a few wisps of smoke that gradually dissipated in the dim morning light.
As dawn broke and the first light of day appeared on the horizon, a faint glow seeped through the cracks in the windowpane and fell upon the disheveled quilt.
Wang Yanzhi was awakened by pain all over his body.
Every movement of his body caused him to gasp in pain.
He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at his side.
The bed was already cold, the warmth on the pillow had dissipated, and there was no trace of anyone left.
Wang Yanzhi slowly curled up, burying his face in the cold pillow, a very soft laugh escaping his throat.
Last night, he probably died a little bit.
Suffocation, near death, even Li Yuanzhao forbidding him...
He's in a lot of pain right now.
But he found himself extremely happy.
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