As he spoke, he slapped himself across the face again.
This person is insane!
He actually started hitting himself while talking about it.
After the dragon crown was put on, Nan Yu couldn't hold his hand, so she could only cup his handsome face in her hands to stop him from hitting her any further. This was the only decent-looking face she had; if it got damaged, he would have to find a new bed partner!
"Did I tell you to fight? Hurry up and get ready, then get out of here and head to Youzhou!"
"Is Your Majesty feeling sorry for me?"
Song Ying held the little emperor's hand and pressed it against his cheek to prevent him from pulling away. Nan Yu wanted to scratch his head. It wasn't his imagination, but something was wrong after he had slept. Song Ying's tone of voice was different.
"release."
Song Ying didn't let up, looking up at Nan Yu with such piety in her dark eyes, as if she were looking at a god, which gave Deng Xin goosebumps.
"I am going to Youzhou this time, and I am sure there will be dangers along the way. If I am unfortunate enough to meet with misfortune and be unable to return to the palace to serve Your Majesty, I would like to ask Your Majesty for a favor. I wonder if Your Majesty will grant my request?"
Although I disliked his domineering behavior last night, which made me very uncomfortable, I... don't really want him to die.
Nan Yu was a little flustered. It was just a disaster relief mission. If they sent a few more people to protect them, everything should be fine, right?
"What's up?"
"Will Your Majesty agree?"
"Go ahead and say it."
"Your Majesty, please agree first."
"..."
The young emperor fell silent. Song Ying seemed to have activated his "tea ceremony" mode, his face red from slapping himself, tears welling in his eyes, "If I were to die on the way, would Your Majesty still remember me three to five years from now?"
Nan Yu swallowed hard.
In my memory, wasn't he very strong-willed?
The person was also aloof and cold.
You should be very composed in your actions, why did you suddenly become like this?
He wasn't like this a few days ago.
"You tell me first. If you ask me to give you the throne, would I really just hand it over to you?"
"Your Majesty, I dare not. I only wish to..." He paused for two seconds, looked up, and asked with a pitiful expression, "May Your Majesty lend me your ear?"
Nan Yu had no idea what he was up to, and since she still needed to get breakfast ready, she said, "Stand up and talk." He had something on his head that made it inconvenient for him to bend over.
Song Ying stood up and moved closer to the young emperor.
Feeling satisfied by the ambergris scent emanating from the other person, she leaned down close to his ear and, in front of everyone, bit his tender white earlobe. Nan Yu almost jumped up, but the man held her down.
Nan Yu remained silent as the soft voice spoke.
Song Ying said, "When I am not here, may Your Majesty refrain from visiting the inner palace and from summoning other women to your bedchamber?"
Is their level of thinking really that advanced?
This was in ancient times when people had multiple wives and concubines.
They actually dare to interfere with the emperor?
Are they really not afraid of having their entire family implicated?
Little Song Ying is incredibly audacious!
"I am the emperor," said the lamp wick.
Having entered this world, my broken body needs a bed partner. I originally planned to visit the harem yesterday afternoon, but something unexpected happened. Who knows when Song Ying will return?
During this period, he will definitely need to find a regular bed partner.
No kissing, no hugging, no "that" stuff, but we have to sleep in the same bed.
"His Majesty……"
Song Ying looked at the young emperor with a sorrowful expression. Seeing the beauty so upset, Nan Yu couldn't bear it and sighed, "Alright, I agree."
Song Ying smiled.
Not only did his expression change quickly, but his smile was truly captivating. Nan Yu was mesmerized, her heart pounding, her physical feelings for Song Ying even stronger than her conscious thoughts.
Finally, after coaxing him back to his senses, Nan Yu told him to take care of himself, and Song Ying then received the imperial decree to travel south to Youzhou.
He left.
Nan Yu immediately went to the harem to choose a suitable bed partner.
The court ladies, having removed their makeup, were indeed much more handsome. They all cowered in fear of the emperor, like mice before a cat. Only the third-ranked scholar was slightly better, bowing and saying, "Your Majesty."
There are too many officials in the imperial court.
Nan Yu doesn't remember people at all. He only recognizes a few ministers who are always in front of him. In the harem, Emperor Chao Yu might remember a few concubines, but he thinks all the male favorites look the same.
So much so that Nan Yu didn't recognize him at all.
"Um."
With Song Ying and twenty attendants, including concubines, Nan Yu sat on a soft couch. The attendants stood in rows. Nan Yu looked left and right, but had no urge to sleep.
Perhaps because he'd been sleeping with Song Ying for so long, he'd become a bit averse to other people.
The concubine stepped forward to pour tea for Nan Yu, offering it with both hands and smiling as she called out, "Your Majesty."
Song Ying has been staying at the Changsheng Palace every day recently, and has even been allowed to attend court by His Majesty. Now he has been given an official position, which is not high-ranking and is quite tiring, but if he succeeds, he can whisper sweet nothings in His Majesty's ear.
He will be granted an official title and a noble rank in no time.
Even if she grows old and loses her beauty and is abandoned by His Majesty in the future, she will still have a guarantee.
The male concubines in the harem were extremely envious.
Although no imperial edict was issued ordering Song Ying to move out of the Cold Palace, it seems pretty much the case.
Besides, the Palace of Longevity is better than any other palace. Lady Song spends every day with His Majesty, so why would she need to go back to her own palace to eat cold meals?
"I have heard that His Majesty has dispatched Attendant Song to the south."
Nan Yu took the tea, drank a sip, and nodded.
"It is said that Youzhou is severely flooded. I hope Lord Song will be alright?" The concubine asked worriedly at first, but then, as if realizing something, she quickly replied, "Lord Song will definitely return to the capital safely."
Nan Yu: "Mm."
Nothing should happen, but who can say for sure? I hope he comes back safely. If he comes back safely, I won't punish him.
If there was nothing that I liked, I took a couple of sips of tea and left.
Even after returning, I continued to handle official business.
He was preoccupied with Song Ying, and even when reading the memorials, he seemed distracted.
Evening came quickly.
I wanted to rest, but that feeling of panic and discomfort from before came back. I didn't want to bear it. The eunuchs from the Imperial Household Department came again. Nan Yu had seen almost everything in the afternoon and had chosen a concubine.
Tell them to prepare an extra blanket.
After the concubine arrived, he took off his clothes, unlike Song Ying that night. He stripped completely off, lifted the bed curtains, and tried to climb onto the dragon bed. Nan Yu flinched, clearly startled, which also startled the concubine, but he still said:
"Your Majesty, I will serve you."
Those who served the emperor differed in how they referred to themselves; most referred to themselves as slaves.
The third-ranking scholar (探花郎) was a title that all officials in the court had to submit to.
Song Ying was the Persian prince, a prince by birth, so calling him a slave was inappropriate; he should be called a subject instead.
Seeing that he was about to crawl into bed, Nan Yu quickly crawled away and said nervously:
"Put your clothes on, and don't do anything tonight!"
The concubine was taken aback and quickly went to get dressed. He thought that this was because he was not favored by His Majesty, and he couldn't help but feel sad, but he still managed to force a smile.
Go out and put on your nightgown, then go back into the tent.
Song Ying is not here today; there are four eunuchs on night watch three steps away from the bed.
The man felt a burning sensation on his face.
"His Majesty."
Nan Yu patted the blanket next to her and said, "You sleep here tonight, but don't touch me. Alright, get some rest."
After saying that, he grabbed the quilt and covered himself up tightly. A bitter smile appeared on the concubine's lips. He had no choice but to lie down. The concubine thought that tomorrow the rumors would spread that His Majesty summoned him but did not touch him.
Now that I have someone, I'm not upset anymore.
I can't sleep either.
He was still relatively unfamiliar with his concubine, and it was quite awkward to just lie there like that.
Time passed by, and suddenly a loud sniffling sound rang out in the silent space, somewhat like suppressed sobbing. Nan Yu thought she had misheard.
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