Before she could even refuse, Qin Ge was pulled into the tyrant's arms and sat on his lap with her legs spread apart.
This position is subtly embarrassing.
They were also excessively intimate.
Jun Chenbi rested his chin on Qin Ge's shoulder, and Qin Ge could feel him holding him tightly, as if trying to etch him into his very bones. "...How long are you planning to keep this from me?"
His tone was violent and arrogant.
Upon closer listening, there was also a subtle hint of resentment, as if the person had been deceived.
A sudden, seemingly random sentence left Qin Ge, who felt his current position with the tyrant was too ambiguous, slightly bewildered. The next second, he heard Jun Chenbi call out to him through what sounded like gritted teeth: "—Qin Ge."
The deceased former imperial concubine.
The concubine of the Qin prime minister.
It is called:
Qin Ge.
Qin Ge, whose name was mentioned, suddenly felt a jolt in his pupils and his mind went blank for a moment, forgetting to deny it immediately.
My mind is filled with—
He... found out?
He recognized him.
How did Jun Chenbi find out?
Noticing the stiffness of the person tightly bound in his arms, Jun Chenbi instead raised his crimson lips in a rather pleasant mood.
For a moment, Qin Ge was indeed in a state of confusion and intense struggle, but he was not one to give up so easily. He quickly calmed down and spoke in a voice that was almost resolute with reason: "Your Majesty, were you confused last night? My name is not Qin Ge, nor is it the late Consort. My name is Mu Xiange, and I am from Qingzhou in the Dayong Dynasty... Your Majesty!"
The boy almost cried out the last two words with a hint of panic, as if trying to stop something.
Seeing that Qin Ge still refused to admit his identity at this point
Jun Chenbi's long, slightly cool hand slipped inside his undergarments. His narrow, beautiful phoenix eyes were intense and dark, and a cold laugh clearly came from his lips, yet his words seemed to carry a hint of tenderness: "My beloved consort, which inch of your body haven't I touched? How could I possibly mistake you?"
Qin Ge's face flushed. He recalled that night in the royal hunting tent before he faked his death and escaped. It was indeed... there was no way to deny it!
"Appearances can change, but bones can be altered. And the fragrance emanating from you happens to alleviate my headache. What a coincidence..." Jun Chenbi gently stroked the boy's shoulder blades, feeling the exquisite, slight tremor beneath his fingertips. A mad glint appeared in his phoenix eyes, and his words unconsciously carried a threatening undertone, "If my beloved consort still refuses to acknowledge her identity, I will have no choice but to..."
Qin Ge was pinned to the dragon bed, seemingly understanding what the tyrant intended to do. He gritted his teeth, cursing inwardly, but his tone unusually carried a hint of pleading, for he knew this madman was capable of anything. "Your Majesty, please don't..."
The tyrant gripped the boy's ankle, his phoenix eyes, filled with intense emotion, blazing with an unyielding madness. "Then tell me, my beloved concubine, who are you?"
"..."
After questioning him, she slowly coaxed him, "Tell me and I'll let you go."
"..."
Qin Ge's teeth were deeply embedded in her lips, her long eyelashes unconsciously became misty, and her delicate, fair face turned crimson, her complexion glowing. Her long fingers twisted at the knuckles.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he gritted his teeth and called out that name: "Jun Chenbi—!"
It is unthinkable to address the emperor by his name.
He was by no means a well-mannered, upright, and exceptionally talented young scholar.
This is tantamount to indirectly acknowledging one's identity.
However, the tyrant did not stop.
A few trembling sounds escaped Qin Ge's lips as she reminded him, "You promised... a promise is a promise..."
Jun Chenbi paused, and the next second, her stunningly beautiful face lifted, her phoenix eyes, tinged with madness, fixed on the young man. Her voice was dark and seductive as she said, "What is now is... punishment!"
"..."
Qin Ge paused.
Then, I cursed him in my mind.
He was furious and bit the tyrant's shoulder, which earned him even worse treatment.
The gaze began to sway.
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