"Hmm, Zhou Jin—"
Bai Lingxi couldn't break free and could only passively endure it. Slowly, her hands, which had been pushing him away, lost their strength and fell down.
Zhou Jin became increasingly engrossed, and hot tears dripped onto Bai Lingxi's snow-white neck, causing her to shiver.
Bai Lingxi was stunned, and inexplicably recalled the unwillingness in Zhou Jin's eyes before his death in the small mountain village, and the tear that rolled down his cheek.
At that moment, she truly believed she was going to be separated from Zhou Jin forever, but now that they were both alive, why couldn't they be together?
Bai Lingxi suddenly didn't want to resist anymore, because she didn't know whether tomorrow or an accident would come first, and why she couldn't be with Zhou Jin properly.
Zhou Jin keenly sensed that Bai Lingxi's will to resist was waning, so he bent down and gradually peeled off their clothes.
"No, no, it's still daytime!"
Bai Lingxi felt a chill on her chest, and her hazy eyes suddenly cleared for a moment. Even if... it shouldn't be in broad daylight, right?
"It's alright, just draw the bed curtains." Zhou Jin's husky voice seemed to carry a burning heat as he reached out and the entire bed darkened instantly.
Martial arts practitioners have better night vision than ordinary people, so Zhou Jin could see her without any obstacles, see her reaction, and see the red plum blossoms on her body.
Her skin was like solidified cream, as white as jade, and she had a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand. She should have been the most beautiful woman, but these unsightly red plum blossoms ruined her beauty.
Zhou Jin's eyes grew increasingly dark, but he still tried to suppress the violent thoughts that suddenly rose in his heart, only his actions became exceptionally bold and passionate.
"Xi'er~" Zhou Jin lit up the fire everywhere, landing a dense array of kisses to cover the original marks.
"Ugh—" Bai Lingxi felt her head getting dizzier and dizzier, and she felt like she was floating on a cloud.
In the end, everything fell into place naturally.
Zhou Jin forcefully and domineeringly took Bai Lingxi's small hand, their fingers intertwined, and in that instant, their hearts were incredibly close.
Seeing Bai Lingxi's blushing face, Zhou Jin's eyes burned even hotter. When his intense gaze fell upon her, Bai Lingxi unconsciously looked away.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and glistening beads of sweat rolled down, dripping onto Bai Lingxi's body, making her look even more alluring.
After an unknown amount of time and countless times, Bai Lingxi finally couldn't take it anymore and pushed him away, pleading softly for mercy.
Bai Lingxi's voice was soft and sweet, with a slight huskiness: "Zhou Jin, I think that's enough!"
"Xi'er, how can you say that?" Zhou Jin refused to give up. After all, the two of them had finally reunited after going through life and death. This was a day he had longed for.
Zhou Jin kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes again and again, his voice gentle and tender as he softly coaxed her.
Finally, Bai Lingxi collapsed from exhaustion.
Zhou Jin then gently kissed her lips, pulled her into his arms, and looked her over carefully, his eyes filled with love.
Time passed by, and Bai Lingxi was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep. Zhou Jin kept staring at her, unwilling to look away.
...
The news inevitably reached Zhou Changling's ears; of course, "inevitably" refers to the secret guards.
The guards had already reported to Zhou Changling immediately: "Your Majesty, the Emperor has retired for the night in Luanxi Pavilion."
The bodyguard Zhao Qi cursed those guys for being unreliable. With so many people watching, they insisted on pushing him out to report, which was practically a death sentence for him!
Zhao Qi kept his head down, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat due to excessive tension.
This is a royal secret. Sigh, that's the downside of being a bodyguard. If you know too much, you're too easily silenced.
Zhao Qi didn't know whether this was right or wrong.
After all, the current Empress was once Consort Rong, and their being together now is nothing more than a continuation of their past relationship.
Sigh, it's a tangled mess, impossible to unravel.
A huge storm gathered in Zhou Changling's eyes, and his face was so gloomy it could drip ink.
Just as Zhao Qi thought Zhou Changling was going to "catch them in the act," a sinister voice rang out from above him: "Go down."
Zhao Qi looked up in surprise, but unexpectedly saw the deep pain hidden in Zhou Changling's eyes. Her body trembled, and she quietly retreated.
Does this mean the Emperor has... tacitly approved?
Even after the sun had set and all the lights in the palace had been turned off, his little queen still hadn't returned.
Zhou Changling stayed silently in the imperial study for a while, his heart sinking to the bottom. Only after his depressed mood had improved did he go out.
"Your Majesty." Li Lin saw Zhou Changling come out of the Imperial Study and hurriedly went to greet him.
Li Lin already knew what happened at Luanxi Pavilion, and he had sent people to suppress the matter, threatening those in the know that if even a single word got out, they would be killed without a burial place.
Li Lin cautiously glanced at Zhou Changling's expression, which was indeed not good, indicating that he also knew about it.
"Go to Luanxi Pavilion and bring the Empress back."
"yes."
Li Lin prepared the imperial carriage. He didn't know what Zhou Changling was thinking, but as a servant, all he needed to do was obey.
...
The imperial carriage stopped outside the Luanxi Pavilion.
As soon as Zhou Changling entered the door, he saw Zhou Jin standing in the courtyard with her back to him.
It seems we've been waiting for a long time.
"Father." Zhou Changling gave a simple bow, then straightened up and waited for Zhou Jin to turn around.
"You've really grown up and have your own thoughts now."
Zhou Jin's words were ambiguous, and she wore an inscrutable smile, but her eyes were devoid of any emotion.
"Father, I've come to take Xi'er back to the palace."
Zhou Changling was not intimidated by his imposing presence. His tall figure cast a long shadow in the setting sun, his posture upright and his bearing imposing.
He did not refer to himself as "朕" (Zhen, the imperial "I") in front of Zhou Jin because he did not deny that Zhou Jin was his father, the emperor, but only his son, which also represented his concession.
In the late spring, a cool breeze blew down a peach blossom, which landed between the two of them.
After a long pause, Zhou Jin spoke.
"The first day belongs to you, the second day to me, and so on. Today is the sixteenth, and An'er is the same. You may go back now."
Leaving behind a single sentence, Zhou Jin turned and left, not caring whether Zhou Changling agreed or not, and didn't even glance at him again.
"Your Majesty, do you wish to..."
Li Lin looked at him with worry in his eyes. In fact, Zhou Changling had already detained all of Zhou Jin's secret guards, including the first one.
If he wanted to kill Zhou Jin, Zhou Jin would have no power to resist.
But if it were that simple, he wouldn't have let Bai Lingxi come over. On their wedding day, he didn't want a soulless shell like that.
All of this, in the end, turned into a sigh and a single sentence from Zhou Changling's lips—
"Return to the palace."
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