The palace servants tactfully withdrew, and before leaving, Granny Li gently closed the palace door.
She shook her head, thinking to herself: This mistress truly has the Emperor's heart firmly in her grasp.
Inside the room, Yongzheng placed Lin Yun on the couch but did not make any further moves. Instead, he took two steps back and carefully examined her attire.
"Did you design this outfit yourself?" His voice was a little hoarse.
Lin Yun immediately stood up, raised her chin, struck a pose befitting a cold and aloof man, and asked, "What does Your Majesty think?"
Yongzheng's Adam's apple bobbed again: "It suits you very well." These three simple words contained too many unspeakable emotions.
He never imagined that a woman dressed as a man could be so...alluring.
The man's dashing charm and the woman's alluring curves blended together, creating a captivating and alluring effect that made it impossible for him to look away.
Lin Yun keenly sensed the burning intensity in Yongzheng's gaze and found it amusing.
She deliberately adjusted her collar: "I was thinking that wearing this would be much more convenient when I go out of the palace on official business."
Yongzheng's eyes darkened, and he suddenly leaned down and pressed her onto the couch: "Want to leave the palace? You'll have to get past me first." Before he finished speaking, his lips were already on hers.
After a long while, Yongzheng reluctantly released Lin Yun.
Her men's clothing was already in disarray, her hair was disheveled, and a few strands of black hair hung down beside her cheeks, adding to her languid charm.
Yongzheng pulled her clothes up a little and sighed, "I really want to hide you away and not let anyone see you."
Lin Yun leaned against him, playing with his sash, and said casually, "I have arranged to meet you at Yunxiang Pavilion in two days, Ninth Master, and I was just planning to wear this."
Yongzheng sat up straight instantly, his brows furrowed: "You're going to see the Ninth Prince in this?"
Lin Yun blinked, looking completely innocent: "Yes, it's more convenient to wear men's clothing when discussing business."
Yongzheng snorted coldly: "No, I forbid it."
Seeing Lin Yun pout, he softened his tone, "That Ninth Brother is the most frivolous. If he sees you like this, he might have some wicked ideas."
Lin Yun chuckled: "Your Majesty is overthinking it. Now that Ninth Prince has seen me, I'm afraid all he can think about is money."
Yongzheng was still uneasy. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "I will go with you."
Lin Yun was somewhat surprised, but quickly smiled and nodded: "Great! With the Emperor in charge, Ninth Master will definitely be more efficient when negotiating business."
Yongzheng pinched the tip of her nose and said helplessly, "You are really naughty."
Lin Yun smiled without saying a word. This men's clothing was both her preference and her little scheme, so that the Emperor could see what cosplay was all about.
That evening, Yinzhen held Yun'er, dressed as a man, in his arms, unable to put her down, and teasing her in various ways. The unprecedented novelty and stimulation left him unable to extricate himself, especially the thought of her later wearing men's clothing to social events, drawing astonishment from everyone. Yet now, beneath him, she was utterly alluring and ecstatic; only he could possess Yun'er, whether in male or female form, and he simply couldn't stop…
Before she fainted, Lin Yun thought to herself that she would never wear men's clothing again.
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Two days later, in the private room of Yunxiang Pavilion, Ninth Master was eagerly awaiting his arrival. When he saw the "elegant young man" who pushed open the door, he was first stunned, then suddenly stood up: "You, you are—" Before he could finish speaking, he caught sight of the cold-faced Emperor Yongzheng behind Lin Yun, and his knees buckled, and he knelt down on the ground: "Your subject greets Your Majesty!"
Yongzheng gave a faint "hmm," his gaze sweeping over the Ninth Prince's dazed expression, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Lin Yun then swiftly unfolded her folding fan, smiling slyly: "Ninth Master, how have you been?"
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