He started to loosen his belt, and Nan Yu, seeing that it wasn't dark yet, exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
Song Ying continued unbuttoning until she revealed her inner garment. She then lifted her shirt to reveal a long, deep cut on her abdomen. The wound had healed, but the scar was still clearly visible.
Nan Yu paused, quickly put the book aside, leaned forward, looked at it for a while, frowned, looked up, and asked in a worried tone, "What's wrong?"
Song Ying choked up:
"While I was away, I was thinking of Your Majesty constantly, but Your Majesty broke your promise and agreed that I would not share a room with anyone else or go to the harem for the time being. On my way back to the palace, why did I hear that Your Majesty was summoning me every day?"
"When I was dredging silt with the people, we encountered a giant underwater python and almost didn't make it back. Did Your Majesty think of me when you were entangled with them?"
Nan Yu was completely baffled.
In his haste to explain, he didn't even refer to himself as "朕" (the imperial "I").
He didn't know why he panicked, and the more he talked, the more incoherent he became.
“I didn’t do anything with them. Just like you did at the beginning, we slept a meter apart. I didn’t go to the harem either. I just ate a few meals with them. The day before I asked you to come to the Hall of Longevity, I fell ill with a strange disease. I had to have someone sleep next to me at night, otherwise I would have unbearable heart palpitations.”
"When I said I'd let you enter the court as an official, I was just teasing you. Who knew you'd actually want to? Later, when there was the flood in Youzhou, it was just a casual remark. I forgot I needed people at night. Seeing that you wanted to be an official, wanted to make merit, and didn't want to disappoint me, I had to go to court before dawn. My heart would pound at night, and I was busy during the day. I couldn't stay up all night..."
Song Ying frowned with worry. Before the young emperor could finish speaking, he sat down next to him, placed his hand on Nan Yu's chest, and asked nervously:
"What did the imperial physician say?"
Nan Yu was taken aback. They were too close. She awkwardly twisted her body, but couldn't move away. She pouted and said, "Stay away from me."
Song Ying remained motionless, still nervously asking:
"Didn't the imperial physician notice?"
Deng Xin pouted and nodded, "It's for some other reason. The imperial physician couldn't find anything. Haven't you noticed that my temper has improved a lot?"
really.
He likes the current emperor very much.
Is this the reason why His Majesty has changed his temperament? If he recovers, will he return to his old ways?
Thinking about it, Song Ying suddenly felt a pang of panic.
No, he doesn't want the little emperor to leave.
He pulled her close, his arms around her slender waist. Nan Yu's bottom was dragged a little further on the mat, and Song Ying's face was pressed against his, his hands rubbing her chest.
"I will accompany Your Majesty from now on."
"No." The lamp wick turned its head away haughtily. "I am the emperor, I can sleep with whomever I want!"
Song Ying looked down, and Nan Yu followed his gaze to the scar. Song Chacha started again.
"Enough. Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and I am but a lowly life. How could I possibly... I only ask that Your Majesty may summon me once every half month, and I will be content."
"The lamp wick responds better to gentleness than force," Song Ying said. As soon as he finished speaking, his damned heart slowly, slowly, slowly swayed with that face. He cupped Song Ying's face in his hands; he was exceptionally handsome.
From a distance, the face appears to consist entirely of facial features.
Upon closer inspection, all his facial features are top-notch.
He has a high nose bridge, thick eyebrows, and deep-set eyes. His lips are a bit dry, but they are very beautiful in shape, with even thickness, making them perfect for kissing.
How can someone be so good-looking?
Without thinking, she murmured, "You stay with me, I'll let you stay with me, husband..." and then kissed him.
When Nan Yu called out "husband," he didn't think at all, and didn't even know what he said. He only felt that Song Ying's eyes were very familiar, the kind that was engraved in his DNA.
Song Ying couldn't understand the last two words he said.
But if His Majesty takes the initiative to kiss him, he naturally will not refuse.
Upon seeing this, Wei Yuanhua quickly led his palace servants out of the room and closed the door behind them.
Before it even got dark, the two of them started.
Nan Yu was completely captivated by Song Ying's beauty.
until……
"Song Ying!"
"Song Ying!!"
“Song…Song…Song…Song Ying…”
“Song—~Ying…”
“Song…”
...
"Your Majesty, Lord Ezhou has urgent business to discuss with me."
Border security is a matter of great importance, so Wei Yuanhua had to interrupt His Majesty and knock on the door to call out from outside.
Afraid of falling, Nan Yu wrapped her arms tightly around Song Ying's neck. Hearing the sudden sound, both of them broke out in a cold sweat—Nan Yu from fright, and Song Ying from…
"Your Majesty, Lord Ezhou requests an audience."
Nan Yu focused her gaze, and after hearing clearly, she looked at Song Ying. Subconsciously, she lowered her head and rubbed her nose against his, and their mouths inevitably bumped together.
Wei Yuanhua, clearly in a hurry, called out again, "Your Majesty, Lord Ezhou requests an audience."
Song Ying frowned and put the young emperor down.
The lamp wick almost fell over, so the man carried him to a soft couch, took care of him, knelt down to put on the little emperor's shoes and socks, straightened his clothes, and then used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Nan Yu's forehead and nose.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Lord Ezhou's arrival at this time must be related to the border. Your Majesty should deal with state affairs first."
The lamp wick was still dim.
Song Ying quickly dressed, opened the door, and helped the young emperor out.
It was still raining outside, and Song Ying personally escorted the person to the Imperial Study.
Nan Yu only came to her senses when she saw the courtiers. She withdrew her arm from Song Ying's support, pretended nothing had happened, and walked over with steady steps. When E Zhou saw the two of them, he bowed and greeted them.
"Your humble servant greets Your Majesty, Song Shijun."
He still remembered that it was Ezhou who had been in contact with the Persian prince.
Nan Yu coughed lightly, "Tell me, what happened?"
Ezhou glanced at Song Ying. He had heard that His Majesty had asked him to help manage the floods in Youzhou. However, since Song Ying was the emperor's male favorite, and the harem was not allowed to interfere in politics, Ezhou felt that it was somewhat inappropriate for him to be there.
Nan Yu also glanced at Song Ying, and the two looked at each other for a second. Deng Xin silently looked away and said to E Zhou, "It's alright, go ahead."
Ezhou was helpless.
I had no choice but to tell them about how Yasukuni had instigated smaller countries to provoke the northern border of Chaoyu, including...
With Song Ying present, E Zhou could no longer speak.
Song Ying noticed his hesitation and asked, "Is it about Persia?"
Ezhou glanced at him, then looked at His Majesty.
Nan Yu remained silent, her throat suddenly feeling a little itchy. She picked up her cup and took a sip to moisten it. "Speak," she said. "Once he comes to Chaoyu, he is one of Chaoyu's people. If Persia sides with Jingguo, I will not show any mercy."
Ezhou breathed a sigh of relief. He had heard that Consort Song was currently in the Emperor's favor, and he was really afraid that His Majesty was being influenced by the emperor's pillow talk.
Song Ying listened from the side, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. Jingguo had promised Persia benefits, and there were signs of rebellion.
They showed no regard whatsoever for the prince who had been brought there.
Perhaps he was a pawn to be discarded from the very beginning.
Nan Yu glanced at Song Ying again, her already aloof face furrowing, her eyes turning rather fierce. With E Zhou still there, Deng Xin suddenly asked Song Ying, "What do you think?"
Song Ying remained silent.
E Zhou frowned; he knew it.
Those who are not of our kind will surely harbor different intentions.
Nan Yu waited for a while, then said calmly, "It's time for the Yang family to sharpen their guns."
The Yang family is full of military officers; once they set out, they will definitely fight. There is no question of them garrisoning or probing.
Looking out the window, the sky was darkening, so Ezhou went back.
Nan Yu stared at Song Ying, then suddenly asked, "Are you scared?"
Song Ying asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you afraid of?"
"I have destroyed Persia."
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