Puyang Tang embraced the girl and said in a low voice, "It's only been a few hours, and you miss me so much?"
Fu Sang glanced at the palace maid in the distance, a blush of embarrassment flashing across her face.
Despite always showing affection in public, she is still a little shy.
Puyang Tang understood immediately, closed the window, and ordered, "Everyone, get out."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The palace maids left the room and thoughtfully closed the door.
Fu Sang hugged the boy's lean waist, nuzzled his head against his chest, and asked, "Have you finished dealing with all the official business? Are you tired?"
Puyang Tang put his arm around her and walked towards the soft couch, saying as they walked, "I'm done taking care of it. My head hurts a little. Can you massage it for me?"
The two sat down on the soft couch.
Fusang let him rest his head on his lap and gently massaged it with his slender, white fingers.
The room was completely silent.
The young emperor closed his eyes, and in the slightly dim light, a silhouette was cast beneath his thick, elegant eyelashes.
"A-Tang," Fu Sang called out affectionately.
Puyang Tang opened his dark eyes, as bright as stars, and looked at the girl who had her head down: "What's wrong?"
Fu Sang pursed his lips slightly and said, "I want to... tell you something."
Puyang Tang narrowed his eyes and instantly noticed the girl's hesitation.
He reached out his well-defined hand, grasped her wrist, and, supporting himself on the soft couch, rose to his feet. As he turned over, he pulled her into his arms.
The two lay on the soft couch in an intimate pose.
Puyang Tang held the girl's soft, delicate body in his arms, his thin lips brushing against her pale earlobe: "Speak."
The young emperor's warm breath sprayed onto his neck, like a subtle electric current, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation.
Fu Sang couldn't help but shrink his neck and said, "Then don't be angry when I tell you."
Puyang Tang kissed her fair and soft cheek and said, "I won't be angry with you no matter what you say to me."
Fu Sang grasped his hand resting on his waist and said, "The Regent has long coveted the throne, and in recent years he has become increasingly impatient, repeatedly plotting against you."
She hummed twice.
"If it weren't for...you, I would have killed him long ago."
A smile flashed in Puyang Tang's beautiful eyes, and a pleasant curve appeared on his thin lips.
His well-defined knuckles grasped her hand in return.
"Kill him?"
The young emperor's slightly magnetic voice was filled with pleasure as he gently caressed her fingertips.
"I can't bear to let your delicate hands be tainted with his scent."
Puyang Tang leaned down and gently nibbled on her alluring, slightly pink earlobe, saying, "You don't need to worry about these things. Just be happy every day, understand?"
Fu Sang quickly said, "Don't bite, I haven't finished speaking yet."
She struggled out of the young emperor's arms, turned around, and sat down facing him.
Puyang Tang leaned back lazily, propping his head up with a dashing posture, looking even more enchanting and peerless than the most handsome men of all time.
"you say."
Fu Sang said solemnly, "I have a plan."
She quickly recounted the story of the strategist who played with the feudal lords by lighting the beacon fires, and then said, "We can use a plan within a plan."
“The feudal lords are willing to be played by you. As long as the regent raises an army in rebellion, you will take him down.”
Puyang Tang stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his embrace.
"Then how do you know when the Regent will rebel?"
What if the regent rebels, but the feudal lords are not ordered to enter the capital?
A sly glint flashed in Fu Sang's eyes as he said, "I have a brilliant plan."
Puyang Tang embraced her and sighed, "My beloved consort is so intelligent, I have no way to repay her..."
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