Due to Yan Ge’s injury, Emperor Yuan was in no hurry to leave Jiangnan.
When Yan Ge regained consciousness that night, Emperor Yuan was hugging her and she found it difficult to turn over.
Although trees were accustomed to remaining motionless, being embraced by this long pillow made Yan Ge feel uncomfortable.
She tried to break away from his arms, but he woke up the moment she moved.
There was a single night lantern in the room, and under its dim light, Emperor Yuan looked into her eyes and said: "A Yan, henceforth you’re Zhen’s[my] woman."
Yan Ge was stunned. These words, even she wanted to say he was her man from now on.
But of course, she had no such bad habits.
They merely fired the cannon[1], there was no need to exalt people as so-and-so’s person.
Emperor Yuan thought that Yan Ge was shy. He bowed his head and kissed the space between her eyebrows: "Rest assured that Zhen[I] will treat you well. Wait until we return to the palace, Zhen[I] will seal you as an imperial concubine."
He did not care if their beginning was the result of a drug.
He only knew that he cared for her and that she was the woman he wanted. He will bring her back to the palace.
Yan Ge raised her head and kissed his lips, effectively blocking all his disordered words.
It was just a cannon. If anyone needed to be responsible, it would be her. Where did he get so many opinions from?
Of course, she wasn’t going to be responsible. She has never been in the habit of taking responsibility! After all, a love between a human and a tree sounded really awkward.
Yan Ge’s sweet tongue was like a key that unlocked Emperor Yuan’s desires, causing his entire reason to collapse in a split second. He pressed her under him and touched her cheeks with his fingers. His throat rolled and there was a sense of self-restraint in his low voice: "A Yan, your injury is not yet well.”
She did not give him many opportunities to wrangle over this. She pulled his neck and grazed her teeth along the back of his neck.
He could not suppress a soft groan. He held the back of her head and pressed her lips firmly against his own.
There had already been a first time, and he was not impatient.
He wanted to be a general that had control over the entire situation. This time, he was going to make her beg for mercy.
Bit by bit, His fingers stroked across her body and his fingertips slowly traced every scar on her body.
He had never encountered a female body like this.
She was clearly not up to standard, and would not have even passed the first round of entering the palace as a maid.
Yet his fingers lingered on her and caressed her scars. Unexpectedly, there was a kind of beastly desire to conquer clamoring in his body, and it made him want to fight campaign after campaign in her body.
‘Loving too much to part’ most likely felt like this.
As night grew deeper, so did the passion. He embraced her and gave her free reign to attack him wantonly.
No woman ever infatuated him to the point of intoxication like this, and no woman ever had the gall to press him below her body.
Yet there he was, burying himself in her chest and kissing the wound from the time she blocked a sword for him. He was a glutton for punishment as he let her ride him.
Only he could accompany a woman like her!
In that moment, he even gave birth to an indescribable pride.
In that small Jiangnan courtyard, undisturbed by others, they exhausted themselves in bed, and three days and nights passed like this.
Emperor Yuan did not expect to gain a beauty on this trip to Jiangnan. He arranged manpower and organized a plan to help Yan Ge enter the palace with a suitable identity.
He promised to seal her as an imperial concubine. Although her status would be humble, he would never wrong her.
However, Yan Ge refused.
[1] Fire the cannon (大炮—dǎ pào): euphemism for ‘have sex’
Due to Yan Ge’s injury, Emperor Yuan was in no hurry to leave Jiangnan.
When Yan Ge regained consciousness that night, Emperor Yuan was hugging her and she found it difficult to turn over.
Although trees were accustomed to remaining motionless, being embraced by this long pillow made Yan Ge feel uncomfortable.
She tried to break away from his arms, but he woke up the moment she moved.
There was a single night lantern in the room, and under its dim light, Emperor Yuan looked into her eyes and said: "A Yan, henceforth you’re Zhen’s[my] woman."
Yan Ge was stunned. These words, even she wanted to say he was her man from now on.
But of course, she had no such bad habits.
They merely fired the cannon[1], there was no need to exalt people as so-and-so’s person.
Emperor Yuan thought that Yan Ge was shy. He bowed his head and kissed the space between her eyebrows: "Rest assured that Zhen[I] will treat you well. Wait until we return to the palace, Zhen[I] will seal you as an imperial concubine."
He did not care if their beginning was the result of a drug.
He only knew that he cared for her and that she was the woman he wanted. He will bring her back to the palace.
Yan Ge raised her head and kissed his lips, effectively blocking all his disordered words.
It was just a cannon. If anyone needed to be responsible, it would be her. Where did he get so many opinions from?
Of course, she wasn’t going to be responsible. She has never been in the habit of taking responsibility! After all, a love between a human and a tree sounded really awkward.
Yan Ge’s sweet tongue was like a key that unlocked Emperor Yuan’s desires, causing his entire reason to collapse in a split second. He pressed her under him and touched her cheeks with his fingers. His throat rolled and there was a sense of self-restraint in his low voice: "A Yan, your injury is not yet well.”
She did not give him many opportunities to wrangle over this. She pulled his neck and grazed her teeth along the back of his neck.
He could not suppress a soft groan. He held the back of her head and pressed her lips firmly against his own.
There had already been a first time, and he was not impatient.
He wanted to be a general that had control over the entire situation. This time, he was going to make her beg for mercy.
Bit by bit, His fingers stroked across her body and his fingertips slowly traced every scar on her body.
He had never encountered a female body like this.
She was clearly not up to standard, and would not have even passed the first round of entering the palace as a maid.
Yet his fingers lingered on her and caressed her scars. Unexpectedly, there was a kind of beastly desire to conquer clamoring in his body, and it made him want to fight campaign after campaign in her body.
‘Loving too much to part’ most likely felt like this.
As night grew deeper, so did the passion. He embraced her and gave her free reign to attack him wantonly.
No woman ever infatuated him to the point of intoxication like this, and no woman ever had the gall to press him below her body.
Yet there he was, burying himself in her chest and kissing the wound from the time she blocked a sword for him. He was a glutton for punishment as he let her ride him.
Only he could accompany a woman like her!
In that moment, he even gave birth to an indescribable pride.
In that small Jiangnan courtyard, undisturbed by others, they exhausted themselves in bed, and three days and nights passed like this.
Emperor Yuan did not expect to gain a beauty on this trip to Jiangnan. He arranged manpower and organized a plan to help Yan Ge enter the palace with a suitable identity.
He promised to seal her as an imperial concubine. Although her status would be humble, he would never wrong her.
However, Yan Ge refused.
[1] Fire the cannon (大炮—dǎ pào): euphemism for ‘have sex’
