Chapter 25 After Marriage
Upon seeing the two women, the security guard shuffled forward, his back aching, and whispered, "Ladies, you may rest in the side hall first. The rain has just stopped, and it's quite cold."
Jade and agate glanced at him.
Jade said, "No need for you to trouble yourself, Father-in-law. Agate and I will go and see our master first."
The security guards didn't stop them, only saying, "The two aunts may go to the side hall to rest later."
The two bowed slightly to him and walked into the courtyard of the palace, but they heard a noise from inside the house as soon as they reached the door.
The two stopped abruptly and looked at each other in bewilderment.
In the end, they could only enter the side hall next door.
At that moment, the candlelight inside the room burned out its last bit of wax.
With a "poof," the entire room was plunged into complete darkness.
Galo pushed against the boy's chest with all her might, her face burning hot, and she even felt her heart was wet with desire.
"Get up quickly. It's already this late. No one will disbelieve us."
After she finished speaking, she turned around, trying to get away from under the boy's chest, while gathering her clothes and moving towards the gap where the boy was propping himself up.
The boy tried to put his arm around her waist, but the woman dodged him and even used her hand to push him away.
Fu Lin was thrown onto the bed by her. He watched as the woman sat down on the bed, her head bowed as if she was putting on her shoes.
The room was almost completely dark at this moment, with only a little light reflecting in through the glass windows, but it was so dim and dreamlike that it was hard to see clearly.
Her neck was exceptionally slender and white. At this moment, her head was slightly lowered, and her slightly disheveled black hair and fair neck created a strong contrast.
He wanted to handle the matter himself, but he knew he couldn't. He looked like a trapped beast, imprisoned by drugs in this indescribable situation.
Once again, Jialuo was lifted up by a pair of large hands and pulled into the warm and ambiguous bed.
This time, he held her waist firmly, and his legs bound her legs as well.
With his other hand, he took her hand and slowly lowered it following his breath.
"Empress, please help me too."
"The medicine I was given must be removed, or we will be exposed."
His voice was so gentle, almost like a coaxing tone.
Jialuo looked up. The two were so close, yet the dim light prevented her from seeing the boy's eyes clearly.
She was imprisoned by him in this small space, their breaths mingling.
It felt so unfamiliar, yet strangely natural.
Their relationship was hostile; they even disliked each other.
But at this moment, when Galo's hand touched his muscles and felt the obvious heat, Galo felt completely bewildered.
The boy, upon being touched, let out an uncontrollable, excited breath.
Even his hand, which was gripping her waist, became somewhat out of control, causing Jialuo's bones to ache.
"Ouch, Your Majesty, you're hurting me."
Jialu frowned and said in a low voice.
The boy loosened his grip slightly, but still held her tightly, not allowing her to leave.
Jialuo's plan failed, and her attempt to escape only made the man grip her wrist even tighter.
The curtains rippled like waves, and once again, Jialuo's hand touched the place where the yellow robe met the skin.
"Jialuo, now that you are the Empress of the Great Qing, you are my Empress, regardless of whether you have drunk the nuptial wine or paid respects to our ancestors."
The boy's voice was exceptionally domineering, even carrying a resolute tone.
Jialuo was taken aback and raised her eyes. She wanted to see just how shameless this emperor was to ask her to do such a thing and then say such shameless things.
He was the one who refused to drink the nuptial wine and didn't pay respects to the ancestors, yet now he's asking her to do this, and he acts like it's perfectly natural.
But she couldn't see the boy's face clearly. She only felt that he was like a taut bow, and that the hand he was holding was like the switch that would release the arrow.
Jialu felt that she had lived two lives after all. Since the man in front of her was so shameless, why should she feel uncomfortable?
She pursed her lips, and her previously stiff and passive hand suddenly loosened, her soft fingertips gently stroking his skin.
The boy was not the slender, weak figure that Garo had imagined; he had no muscles whatsoever.
But he hadn't gained much weight; his thin muscles were taut and taut, and you could feel the distinct boundaries between the muscle layers.
She heard the boy's suppressed yet rapid breathing.
This suddenly brought her a sense of joy.
His tone was usually either nonchalant or full of anger.
But at this moment, the boy was experiencing it as if it were his first time, letting her evoke all sorts of reactions in him.
She's just gotten a bit thinner.
She thought to herself with a touch of regret.
As time flowed by, the boy used a little force to place her fingers inside his clothes.
At this moment, no matter how calm Jialuo was, the shyness she had suppressed was suddenly swept over her like a scalding tide.
Even the warm touch of the hand holding her wrist felt like soft, plush fur, tickling her skin.
And every inch of the place touched by her fingertips was almost on her nerves.
Suddenly, the boy froze, all his movements stopping at that moment.
The hand that was holding her waist trembled as it gripped her tightly, but then suddenly loosened its grip.
The room finally fell silent.
The boy, who had been so abrupt and hurried, slowly exhaled a breath of hot air and finally removed his hand from hers.
The previously resistant Garo now lay quietly on the bed, his hand hanging limply on the mattress as the boy released it, looking somewhat...empty.
Her spirits were higher than ever before, and even Galo didn't know if she could maintain a natural expression.
If she hadn't been so tense and distracted, she remembered that her hand hadn't touched anything.
So that means the Emperor is in poor health?
A note from the author:
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Hehe, I'll be going to be a paid content tomorrow morning, so I'll try my best to update a thick chapter!
When Daiyu first visited her maternal grandfather in the capital, she was invited into the palace without even entering his house, and was told that she was to become a little princess.
As soon as she entered the palace, the kind and gentle emperor pulled her in front of him and asked her to call him "Father".
Then, pointing to the brothers who were standing properly to the side, he called them "brother".
Daiyu felt timid, but she obediently called out.
This shout kept her in the palace for over ten years.
Later, the emperor said he would choose a prince for her as a husband.
Daiyu's gaze involuntarily fell on her brothers.
Her brothers treated her very well.
He was even willing to marry her as his principal wife.
...
The young master, her childhood sweetheart, looked at her gently and said, "Yu'er, you can choose for yourself."
The eldest prince, who was next door, smiled gently at Daiyu and said, "You and your brother grew up together, and your brother will protect you for life."
The gentle and learned Third Prince, holding the rare book he had searched far and wide for for her, said earnestly, "Little sister, you and I are the ones who can talk to each other the most. They are all brutes."
The aloof and arrogant Fourth Prince stood with his hands behind his back, his dark eyes fixed on her without uttering a word.
The wealthy young master, the Tenth Prince, with a dashing air about him, smiled and sighed, "They all care about their own power, but I, your younger brother, only care about my sister's desire to travel the world and see all its beautiful landscapes."
The handsome and youthful Fourteenth Prince walked up to her and said in a low voice, "Sister, your little brother is a lot of fun."
Daiyu twisted her embroidered handkerchief, looking at her brothers, but felt extremely angry.
"Who has been writing her love letters all this time?!"
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