Chapter 82 Having a Wife and Forgetting One's Mother
"No." Chu Yunjin blushed and couldn't help but cover her face. "You worked very hard."
Thinking back to the wild passion she had that night, if that's considered not trying hard enough, she really doesn't know what to say.
Yan Cang raised his hand to loosen his robe and hung it aside.
He sat on the edge of the bed: "Prime Minister Wen has been temporarily suspended from his post, and Father Emperor has appointed me to temporarily take charge of the Six Ministries."
"Huh?" Chu Yunjin looked at Yan Cang sitting in front of her in surprise, "You're in charge of all six ministries?"
He held both military and political power.
How is this any different from being an emperor?
"I might be very busy in the future," Yan Cang said, looking at her with some guilt. "I'll try my best to make time for you—"
"No need." Chu Yunjin waved her hand. "You have important things to do, and I, as your virtuous wife, will definitely give you my full support and will never hold you back at home."
Yan Cang's eyes darkened slightly.
"Did I say something wrong?" Chu Yunjin smiled, her eyes seemingly filled with a thousand stars. She nestled into Yan Cang's arms. "My wealth and status are all earned by my husband. I can't forget my roots. I must be a good wife to my husband—"
Yan Cang lifted her chin, lowered his head to kiss her red lips, and slowly pushed her down onto the bed...
Red candles burned brightly, and curtains hung low.
The temperature inside the tent gradually rose.
The night wind outside the window lashed against the treetops, making a series of fierce noises.
It was late at night.
In one of the inner palace's sleeping quarters, the lights were also on full display.
Having just experienced a passionate night of lovemaking, Emperor Zhaode leaned lazily against the headboard, his tone revealing a hint of fatigue: "I've been feeling lately that my body is not as strong as it used to be."
The woman on the couch knelt silently beside him, massaging his shoulders, seemingly disagreeing with his words: "Your Majesty is still as vigorous as ever in bed, just like when you were young."
"My beloved concubine's temperament remains unchanged from back then," Emperor Zhaode chuckled and lightly scolded, "She has never known the meaning of restraint."
The woman didn't speak. Even though she was nearly forty, her figure under her loose nightgown was still shapely and graceful. Her black hair was draped over her shoulders, and her face was still bright and beautiful.
“You’ve suffered these past few days,” Emperor Zhaode quickly added. “I’ve been waiting for Yan Cang to find a way to get you out of the Cold Palace, but for some reason, he’s become very close to his princess, completely forgetting that you, his mother, are still in the Cold Palace.”
That's right.
The woman who will be serving you tonight is none other than the Imperial Concubine who has been banished to the Cold Palace, and the birth mother of Yan Cang and Yan Jinyue.
Although she has been demoted to the rank of concubine, it is all in name only.
Once her innocence is cleared, she will once again be the noble and precious Imperial Concubine.
"Having a wife makes one forget one's mother." She said in a calm and leisurely tone, "If their relationship can improve, it's nothing for me to suffer a little grievance."
Emperor Zhaode sat up, frowning as he looked at her: "I'm a little puzzled. In the past, when the Princess Consort of Yan was making a fuss about wanting a divorce, Yan Cang always disagreed. This time, Yan Cang has lost heart, so why has Chu Yunjin changed her mind?"
Consort Gu said, "I cannot understand what Cang'er is doing."
Emperor Zhaode was silent for a moment: "After spending so much time at the border, I've become somewhat distant from you, my mother."
Consort Gu didn't care.
My son has grown up and has his own career to attend to; he can't possibly stay by my side every day to entertain me.
That's an opportunity only for mediocre people.
With a loud bang!
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed outside, and a burst of light shone through the window, illuminating the room almost as if it were daytime for a moment.
Consort Gu lifted the curtain and looked outside the palace: "The rain tonight should be quite heavy."
The sudden roar startled Chu Yunjin.
She instinctively snuggled closer to Yan Cang, and then heard the sound of rain pouring down.
"It's raining." Chu Yunjin frowned slightly. "I don't like rainy days."
Yan Cang lowered his eyes: "Why?"
The two were in an ambiguous position. Of course, being naked and exposed after the rain was inherently ambiguous, and even their voices were filled with sensual desire.
"I just don't like it." Chu Yunjin played with his hair, her voice soft and sweet. "Yan Cang, are there any clues left regarding the Empress Dowager and Consort Wen?"
Yan Cang was silent for a moment: "I suspect that Wen Yishu is the Empress Dowager's son."
"Huh?" Chu Yunjin was startled and quickly sat up. "This..."
Although she had her doubts, it didn't seem logical.
If Prince Consort Wen is the Empress Dowager's son, then wouldn't the Eldest Princess and him be siblings?
How can siblings get married?
And why did the Empress Dowager take her son out of the palace?
Yan Cang pulled her close, his voice low and deep: "The eldest princess is probably not the Empress Dowager's biological daughter."
Chu Yunjin composed herself: "Then she..."
Yan Cang said, "It's not certain yet; we need to wait for further investigation."
"Hmm." Chu Yunjin nodded slightly, then asked, "Why did the Empress Dowager do this?"
Yan Cang remained silent.
The night wind outside picked up, making the treetops rustle, and the rain grew louder.
Chu Yunjin suddenly remarked, "This kind of weather is perfect for doing something romantic."
Yan Cang lowered his eyes, staring at her fair and flawless face illuminated by the lamplight, his gaze darkening: "Aren't you tired?"
Chu Yunjin was taken aback, then realized what he meant and raised her hand to cover his mouth: "What are you saying? That's not what I meant!"
That bastard.
Sure enough, once a man has tasted the sweetness of meat, he becomes like a wolf; once he's had his fill, he can't stop thinking about it.
Chu Yunjin frowned: "I was talking about sitting in the house brewing tea, writing, playing the zither, or sitting by the window reading. What are you thinking?"
Yan Cang chuckled, then asked in surprise, "You can even brew tea?"
Chu Yunjin blushed and said, "No."
"Playing the zither?" Yan Cang asked casually.
Chu Yunjin answered hesitantly, "No."
"Your handwriting..." Yan Cang said cautiously, "isn't that great either."
Chu Yunjin grabbed his neck with both hands, furious and embarrassed: "Shut up!"
Yan Cang raised an eyebrow: "Murder your husband?"
"I can't bear to." Chu Yunjin leaned against him, cupped his face, and admired his handsome face so close to hers. The more she looked at him, the more beautiful he became. She couldn't help but kiss his lips. "Yan Cang."
"Mmm." Yan Cang put his arm around her lower back and responded gently.
"You're so handsome." Chu Yunjin pressed her forehead against his, her voice suddenly dropping. "I'm so afraid this is all a dream, and when I wake up, everything will be gone."
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