Youqing then collapsed into Kangxi's arms.
"Fear?"
Of course I'm scared.
Youqing said, "Your Majesty, my health is weak, I'm afraid..." I can't bear his favor.
Although she didn't say it outright, Kangxi understood what she meant.
If anyone else had said that, Kangxi would have turned around and left immediately. He felt that it was a blessing for you that he was willing to stay, and that you shouldn't make a fuss if you were unwilling.
But the situation was special; after all, Emperor Kangxi couldn't touch anyone else!
Youqing thought that Kangxi would leave after she said that, but Kangxi did not leave. Instead, he said, "Don't worry, I know your health. I have also consulted the imperial physicians. There is no problem with you receiving the emperor's favor."
Just don't go too far.
Upon hearing this, Youqing stiffened.
In today's fast-paced society, when she was in college, some of her roommates would spend the night with their boyfriends, and she didn't think anything of it. However, she was more concerned about entrusting herself completely to someone she didn't know.
So I've never even been in a relationship.
She had heard plenty of dirty jokes and even told them herself, but to do intimate things in bed with a man she had only met for less than 24 hours was beyond Youqing's imagination.
Even if this man is noble, and even to some extent handsome.
Kangxi unbuttoned the buttons at her collar, and Youqing suddenly felt resigned to her fate. Perhaps this was how it should be?
The time travel was inexplicable, but considering the original owner's identity, what Kangxi did was reasonable and in accordance with etiquette.
Kangxi was a man of good manners and handsome appearance. He was not a particularly unacceptable man. Since he could not refuse him, he could only try to accept him, but he was still unwilling in his heart.
When Kangxi saw the resistance in her eyes, he was puzzled. She was supposed to be prepared for the imperial concubine selection and to have her nameplate kept, but she was so resistant.
The emperor, high above all others, was used to having his word be his bond and to others flattering him. He did not like Youqing's resistance.
The buttons were undone, and Kangxi bent down. He hadn't touched a woman in a long time. Youqing came from a humble family but still managed to keep her nameplate. She was of superior appearance, and now that she was weak, she still had a pitiful and charming beauty that made people feel sorry for her.
The delicate and wonderful touch was somewhat addictive. Kangxi breathed slightly, his magnetic breathing ringing in her ears, and Youqing was momentarily captivated.
After enough foreplay, Youqing was somewhat confused and infatuated, indulging in passion. Kangxi's flirting techniques were naturally beyond the resistance of a novice like Youqing. After doing everything except the final step, Kangxi stopped.
He could sense Youqing's willingness to compromise, but he gave up. As an emperor, what kind of women didn't he have? He did need women, but he couldn't forget Youqing's resistance. He decided to let it go tonight.
He rolled off Youqing and lay down beside her, breathing heavily.
Youqing could sense his desire, but when he suddenly left, she was puzzled.
Kangxi pulled her into his arms and whispered in her ear, "Sleep. You're not ready yet, so I won't force you for now. But remember, don't keep me waiting too long." His voice was slightly breathless, adding a touch of sensuality to the quiet night.
His patience is limited.
Youqing's ears, however, were bright red.
She didn't know when she fell asleep. When she woke up the next day, Kangxi had already left, and it was already broad daylight outside.
Youqing called out, "Sangzhu."
Sangzhu came in, and Youqing asked, "What time is it?"
"Reporting to Your Highness, it is already 1:15 AM."
When did His Majesty leave?
"One hour ago."
Youqing could only sigh in her heart that being an emperor must be really hard, having to get up so early every day. She remembered that Kangxi was the emperor with the longest reign in history, and it was not easy for him to live so long.
After all, there's a term called "death from overwork."
I got up, got dressed, and then ate breakfast.
Whether it was Emperor Kangxi's special instruction or the kitchen staff's "thoughtful" gesture, today's breakfast was exceptionally lavish.
Not long after they had finished breakfast, Liang Jiugong arrived with his men, greeted them with a smile, and then explained their purpose.
They came to deliver an imperial edict.
"By imperial decree, the Emperor decrees that Shumulu, being young, pure, humble, respectful and well-mannered, is hereby granted the title of Shu Changzai."
Then came a long list of rewards, which made all the servants in Jiangxue Pavilion extremely happy.
After Liang Jiugong finished reading, Youqing said, "This concubine accepts the imperial decree."
After completing the formalities, Youqing stood up and said, "Thank you for making this trip in person, Eunuch Liang."
"It's all what a servant should do, Consort Shu, you're too kind."
After exchanging pleasantries, Youqing had Sangzhu take the purse and give it to Liang Jiugong and the eunuchs who had come with him.
Of course, the amount of silver in the purse will vary.
After Liang Jiugong left, Youqing breathed a sigh of relief. Then, looking at the pile of rewards, she could tell they were all precious items: rare tea specially presented to the palace, custom-made jewelry, fine rouge and face powder, osmanthus oil newly developed by the Imperial Household Department, many porcelain ornaments, and fashionable fabrics...
The items are all good, but most of them are useless to Youqing.
She didn't like drinking tea, and she didn't particularly like wearing jewelry. In ancient times, women didn't cut their hair, and she had a head of thick, black, shiny hair that was already quite heavy. If she wore jewelry on her head, her head wouldn't be able to bear it.
She usually dresses very simply, partly because she doesn't wear any jewelry, and partly because she's afraid of straining her neck.
She didn't like using rouge or face powder either. At seventeen, she was at the perfect age, her skin was so tender and delicate, and applying too much to her face would only make it look cumbersome.
As for the osmanthus oil, the taste is okay, but she can't stand the greasy feeling of applying it to her hair, so she naturally doesn't use it.
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