Yan Tingjing's breathing stopped.
There were several memorials placed in front of the desk, and a wine jug next to it. The empress was picking up one and reading it.
Seeing Yan Tingjing's stunned expression, Qingdai casually placed the memorial on the table, with two blushes on her cheeks, as if she was drunk.
She curled her lips and smiled:
"I thought Minister Yan would not rest tonight."
Yan Tingjing still didn't understand what the empress meant at this time, so it was a waste of his appointment as prime minister.
She said she left in anger, but actually stayed in the mansion and waited for him quietly. Yan Tingjing understood that this was the empress giving him a chance.
He himself didn't even realize that the moment he saw the person on the couch, a hint of helplessness flashed across his eyes.
Then another emotion surged up to fight against it, making the jade-like pupils look subtle and indescribable.
"Your humble servant greets His Majesty."
Yan Tingjing leaned forward and saluted. To show respect, he only stood at the end of the desk. When he raised his eyes, he could see a pair of jade feet without silk embroidered socks, slender ankles, and exquisite arches. The indigo fabric of his bed gave him the illusion of stepping on himself, making him unable to resist holding the feet and playing with them carefully.
Yan Tingjing's face was gloomy and he pretended not to see it.
Qingdai's sitting posture was of course intentional. Since she had come to the Prime Minister's Mansion, wouldn't it be a waste of her trip if she didn't get some benefits?
His gaze fell on the back of her feet. Yan Tingjing's eyes were clear and calm, and his voice was even calmer.
"Your Majesty, do you have any instructions for me?"
Qingdai was not in the mood.
It’s a waste of these beautiful eyes. The stunning empress lying in front of him remained unmoved.
"There's no need to bother with these formalities in private. I feel exhausted just reading them."
Yan Tingjing remained silent, with a hint of indifference in his demeanor that seemed to keep people at a distance.
"Nothing, I just feel resentful that you don't trust me. Now, do you know that what I said is true?"
Yan Tingjing pursed his lips. It would be difficult to answer the empress's question with a yes and no answer.
No, she really didn't lie to him.
If he said so, does that mean he admitted that His Majesty came here for him?
Seeing that he couldn't answer, Qingdai turned her head away. When their eyes met, she said softly:
"come over."
Yan Tingjing remained unmoved.
"His Majesty……"
Qingdai didn't care about that. She stood up and walked in front of him. Her outer robe was very thin, the belt was loose, and the clothes on her shoulders were about to slip off. Yan Tingjing withdrew his gaze, not daring and unable to look directly at her.
In the blink of an eye, the white jade belt hook on his waist was hooked by slender fingertips.
"I came here for the Prime Minister, but was wrongly accused. Will the Prime Minister not give me an explanation?"
Smelling the increasingly strong iris scent on her body, Yan Tingjing felt a little confused and helpless, and could only take half a step back.
"Your Majesty, please return to the palace. Someone will...serve Your Majesty."
Qing Dai raised her eyebrows slightly, "Without a Prime Minister in the palace, who should I let serve me?"
Yan Tingjing was forced to retreat again and again, "Your Majesty, please don't joke. I also want to be chaste."
Women are respected in the dynasty and men are loyal to their husbands. In his previous life, Yan Tingjing lived to be over 30 years old and still had not married. He devoted himself to the country and his people until his death. He held great power, enough to be on equal footing with many women. He had never approached that woman and had long been prepared to remain single for the rest of his life.
As long as the Yan family has my sister, the incense will never be cut off.
But when he thought of his nephew, Yan Tingjing felt a wave of gloom in his heart again.
Seeing his retreating figure, Qingdai sighed that the men in this world were indeed so pedantic, not to mention the Yan family, which had an orthodox family tradition and generations of loyalty.
However, she frowned. Why was she so reserved?
If you don't want to, the worst that can happen is you slam on the brakes.
She reached out and grabbed his belt hook, pulled Yan Tingjing to the front of the couch, and threw him onto the couch.
Yan Tingjing was caught off guard by her sudden action. Before he could react, the empress had already sat on his waist. The thin dragon robe could not cover her white and slender legs.
Qing Dai looked down at Yan Tingjing, and gently moved her sitting position towards his abdomen until she touched the support of his robe. "Your Majesty, you clearly share my feelings, so why do you keep me at a distance?"
As she spoke, she saw the forbearance in Yan Tingjing's eyes. This forbearance was deep and mixed with very complicated emotions, but one of them was clearly danger.
As expected, the male protagonist selected by the system is still an aggressive existence that cannot be underestimated even in a world dominated by women.
Even in this world where women are officials, he can fight his way to become a person second only to the emperor.
Knowing the character of the male protagonist in this dimension very well, Qingdai finally managed to rise from the status of a serf and sing a song. How could she tolerate his objection?
She leaned over and kissed Yan Tingjing's thin lips, supporting herself on the couch with one hand, the wide dragon robe slipped from her shoulders, and her long black hair fell to cover their cheeks that were pressed together.
Its taste is clear yet sweet, warm and smooth.
Before this, Yan Tingjing had never had physical contact with anyone, and he had no idea that a woman's lips could be so soft and fragrant. There was also a faint intoxicating aroma of wine oozing out from between her teeth, like the bewitching and addictive aroma of countless bright red poppies.
But no matter how tempting this person was, he couldn't touch her because she was the empress and he couldn't afford the consequences.
Yan Tingjing's brows darkened slightly, the emotions of his past and present lives entangled and struggling together, and she was so close to him that even a man who had always been an ascetic could be rubbed by her to the point of feeling hot, his breath burning.
He couldn't guarantee that he would do something out of the ordinary...
No, it’s the wine that’s wrong!
Realizing that something was wrong, Yan Tingjing suddenly opened his eyes and glanced sideways at the wine jug. From this angle, he could just see the gold-plated word "御" cast in shadow.
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