He changed out of his court robes and prepared to go to the imperial study next door to review memorials. Seeing the concubine standing there, he thought, since he had summoned him, he couldn't just leave him standing there, so he said:
"Come with me to the Imperial Study."
Concubine: "Yes."
In the Imperial Study, the concubine stood in the spot where Song Ying had stood, grinding ink for the young emperor. Nan Yu was engrossed in reading the memorials and didn't say much. Occasionally, the wind would rustle the pages, and the sound of a brush being lifted and put down could be heard.
It's very quiet.
Even the concubine was captivated by it.
Emperor Chao Yu was only eighteen years old and had been on the throne for two years. He still looked very young. The Empress Dowager was beautiful, and the young emperor resembled her by seven or eight points. The other two or three points were also inherited from the previous emperor.
In terms of facial features, she possessed a beauty that carried the majesty of an emperor, and her outstanding temperament was particularly eye-catching. Especially when she was serious, the concubine could only feel her heart pounding.
He had never served the emperor in bed, but he knew that Lady Song had been tortured terribly.
I've always been terrified of serving the emperor in bed. I've heard rumors that male concubines don't just have sex; they're subjected to whips, knives, and salt water—they torture you however they want. It's terrifying to even hear about.
Now he doubts the veracity of the rumors.
His Majesty is clearly very gentle.
Deng Xin felt a distinct gaze piercing her, and couldn't help but look up. Ce Jun immediately looked away, his ears turning red. Nan Yu: "..."
He stared at the concubine for two seconds, then continued working at his desk reviewing documents.
Before they knew it, it was lunchtime. Nan Yu had just sat down when his concubine started serving him food. It was thoughtful of her, but he just didn't feel comfortable with it. Deng Xin said, "You eat yours."
The concubine smiled at His Majesty and said, "This servant wishes to serve Your Majesty."
Nan Yu: "..."
Outside the Hall of Longevity, a young eunuch hurried over. Seeing that His Majesty was having a meal, he dared not approach directly to disturb him. He peeked out and paced back and forth, which was spotted by Wei Yuanhua. Wei Yuanhua glanced at His Majesty and quietly withdrew.
He asked the young eunuch, "What happened?"
When the young eunuch saw Wei Yuanhua come out, he quickly said, "Eunuch Wei, Attendant Song has returned."
Wei Yuanhua: "Where are we?"
Young eunuch: "We've already entered the palace gates."
Wei Yuanhua pondered for a moment, then waved for the eunuch to leave. This Song Shijun didn't even send a memorial before returning. He really is taking advantage of His Majesty's favor to act more and more recklessly.
Wei Yuanhua only dared to complain in his heart.
His Majesty is having a meal at the moment. It is not an urgent matter, so it is not appropriate to disturb him.
Eunuch Wei peeked out and saw that His Majesty and the concubine were getting along well, so he decided to wait outside. Even if he came to report immediately, it would take more than half an hour to walk from the palace gate to the Hall of Longevity.
Your Majesty eats quickly and has plenty of time.
Less than ten minutes after he finished thinking, a black figure flashed past him. There was no time to stop it. In desperation, Wei Yuanhua shouted, "Assassin! Help!"
They rushed inside, hoping to ensure His Majesty's safe evacuation.
Chaos erupted outside in an instant.
The hidden guards jumped down and quickly entered the inner hall. Wei Yuanhua stepped into the room and realized that it was not an assassin at all, but Song Shijun!
Nan Yu was stunned. Upon hearing that there was an assassin, the concubine immediately stood in front of the emperor. Song Ying's eyes were cold as she glanced behind her.
The bodyguards recognized him.
Whether that face stands out or not is secondary.
That night, His Majesty shouted all night long, and the guards lying on the roof beams listened with flushed faces.
Wei Yuanhua called for assassins. They recognized him but wouldn't attack. However, they had to wait for His Majesty's permission to leave. Their eyes were fixed on Song Ying. When the concubine saw his face, she was surprised. The shadowy figure was like a gust of wind. Was Concubine Song so skilled?
But he came back.
The concubine felt inexplicably flustered.
Song Ying spent the most time with His Majesty.
He feared that once Song Ying returned, His Majesty would forget about them again.
He instinctively blocked Nan Yu from seeing.
Song Ying sneered: "The task Your Majesty assigned to me has been completed. I wonder how Your Majesty is doing lately?"
Nan Yu inexplicably felt a low pressure creep down his spine through the seams of his clothes. Of course, he hadn't forgotten what he had promised Song Ying before he left: because of his peculiar habit, he had to have someone sleep with him every night.
He thought about it.
When Song Ying returns, he will definitely submit a memorial first.
There will be a day or two for preparation.
He then erased all traces of the past few days and told his servants not to gossip, so Song Ying wouldn't know, and he wouldn't have broken his promise.
Can……
Swallowing saliva.
I am the emperor, I am the emperor, I am the emperor, I am the emperor.
After giving himself a good talking-to, Deng Xin finally calmed down, waved his hand, and the bodyguard returned to his hiding place.
Wei Yuanhua was also covered in sweat. If he had known it would be so fast, he should have informed His Majesty as soon as he received the news. For a moment, he felt that his time as the chief eunuch had come to an end.
Everyone dispersed. Apart from the palace maids and eunuchs standing around, only three people could actually raise their heads. Nan Yu coughed lightly and asked, "Have you had lunch?"
Song Ying stared at the concubine, replying with a forced smile:
"I have been traveling day and night to return to the palace to see Your Majesty as soon as possible, but I never expected that Your Majesty already has a beauty by your side. It is my fault."
The man's hostility was so obvious that even the concubine was unhappy.
He knew that His Majesty was the emperor and should not belong to any one person, but Song Shijun was far too arrogant. His words had a sarcastic tone that was unpleasant to listen to.
"We haven't eaten yet, let's eat together, Wei Yuanhua."
Wei Yuanhua quickly ordered someone to prepare another set of bowls and chopsticks.
Song Ying bypassed the side emperor and sat to Nan Yu's right. He hadn't seen the young emperor for over twenty days; he'd gained weight! He'd actually gained weight!
She couldn't sleep at night because she was thinking about him, and her complexion became quite dark.
His Majesty is living a very comfortable life, changing husbands every night for ten or twenty days.
Song Ying received different news every day, which accelerated the progress in Youzhou.
He was afraid of coming back too late.
Rumors are circulating that all the concubines in the imperial harem are pregnant.
To expect the emperor to have only one lover for life is simply wishful thinking.
Song Ying understood; Song Ying comprehended everything.
But ever since that night, a voice in her heart has been raging wildly, her jealousy and possessiveness toward the little emperor growing stronger day by day. She can't bear to see or hear him having even the slightest disagreement with others.
Feeling a sense of crisis, the concubine quickly sat down to the side, deliberately moving closer to Nan Yu, and picked up her chopsticks to serve the Emperor.
Nan Yu held her chopsticks, almost hesitant to put anything in her mouth.
The atmosphere was extremely eerie.
The concubine said, "Your Majesty, please try this braised duck feet with a hundred flowers."
Nan Yu glanced at Song Ying subconsciously and saw that he was staring at her with eyes that seemed to want to devour her. She felt a chill run down her spine and lost her appetite. She stood up and said to the side of the emperor, "I have a bit of a headache. You all eat."
The concubine quickly put down her chopsticks and told Wei Yuanhua to go and call the imperial physician.
They followed the young emperor into the inner chambers.
As they left one after the other, Song Ying bent the pair of silver chopsticks in her hand, showing how much force she used, her expression terrifyingly gloomy.
The chopsticks slammed onto the table, making a loud thud, and I followed.
The concubine poured a cup of tea for Nan Yu and asked with concern, "How are you feeling, Your Majesty? Shall I rub your forehead for you?" As she spoke, she moved closer.
"No need, I'll rest for a bit..." He choked on his words as his eyes caught sight of the tall figure entering.
Song Ying looked at the two of them and smiled, "I guess I just came at the wrong time."
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