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Uncle Qi smiled, saying nothing. His intention was clear; he obviously wanted to keep her in the palace.
Keeping a minister's daughter in the palace was akin to forcibly taking a commoner's daughter, which was highly unreasonable. However, Ju Rong, as a subordinate, dared not object; disobeying orders would mean defying the king's decree, which could lead to the execution of his entire family.
He couldn't help but wonder if the king intended to take his daughter into the harem. After all, she had been married to Zhao Country Prince Ji Xun; how could a woman who had already been married possibly enter the harem?
"This..." He initially thought this was unreasonable, but just as he opened his mouth, Uncle Qi had already placed a piece of meat into his bowl. "Here, my lord, have some braised pork."
As it was a gift from the king, Ju Rong hurriedly knelt down to express his gratitude. In all the commotion, he forgot what he wanted to say.
After the meal, Uncle Qi had someone escort Ju Rong out of the palace. He sat on the soft cushion and let out several loud burps, nearly spitting out a chicken leg.
San Chun laughed and said, "Why did you eat so much today? Was it that good?"
Uncle Qi replied, "It wasn't that great; it's just that old man wouldn't leave, so I ended up eating more out of frustration."
San Chun found it somewhat amusing; she hadn't expected him to be so childish now.
For some time now, she had felt something strange about him and hadn't dared to speak much with him. Seeing him in a good mood now was just right for her to bring up something.
She said, "Can you do me a favor?"
He smiled and replied, "What do you want me to do?"
"Can you help me find Ji Xun? Ever since we parted ways, I don't know where he went, and I'm worried. Please help me look for him."
Uncle Qi said, "That's not difficult at all; I'll send someone to find him."
He always fulfilled what he promised her, and she believed this without doubt. Perhaps she should proceed with another matter as well.
Young Master Rong entered the palace for the first time and was immediately dazzled by its splendid grandeur. He never expected to enter the palace, nor did he anticipate that he would see her here.
San Chun smiled and winked at him, "What's wrong? Are you shocked by what you see?"
"Of course, luckily you still look the same as before; otherwise, I wouldn't know how to handle myself."
He laughed as he sat down across from San Chun, noticing that she was still wearing the same clothes she had arrived in, which eased his anxious heart considerably.
He asked, "How have you been here? Why are you living with the Crown Prince and not in another palace?"
San Chun chuckled lightly, "You don't think I'm part of the King's harem, do you?"
"Isn't that so?"
"Of course not."
Seeing Young Master Rong's astonished expression, it seemed he didn't believe her. After all, if she weren't the King's woman, how could she live in the palace?
San Chun didn't want to explain this and simply said with a smile, "I didn't call you here to discuss my situation; I brought you here to meet someone."
"Who?"
"The King." She called out to the person yawning behind the curtain, "Aren't you supposed to come out now?"
Uncle Qi yawned as he stepped out from behind the curtain. Listening to their chatter had made him a bit drowsy.
When Young Master Rong saw a pair of feet emerge from behind the curtain, he hurriedly knelt down and bowed his head. He noticed that those feet were bare, standing right in front of him, which puzzled him since they were so casually exposed.
He was certain that he was looking at a man's feet. Could these belong to the King of Yan?
Suddenly, it felt quite amusing; it turned out that the king's feet were like this.
San Chun smiled, "My lord, this is the person I mentioned to you before."
Uncle Qi responded with an "oh," glancing at him, but unfortunately, he could only see a head and couldn't make out what the person looked like at all.
He asked, "Is he really the talented person you said he is?"
San Chun nodded, "Indeed."
"Well then, let's promote him as you suggested. You can decide what position to give him," he said while yawning and returned to his previous spot to sleep.
He didn't care much about court affairs and was impatient with matters in the palace. Usually, he had no choice but to pay some attention, but now he just wanted to stay by her side and live comfortably without worrying about anything.
When he lifted his face again, the king had vanished. Young Master Rong looked at San Chun suspiciously.
San Chun was also annoyed with Uncle Qi but couldn't do anything about it; after all, he couldn't just drag him out of bed, could he?
To ease the situation for Young Master Rong, he smiled and said, "It's fine, it's fine. The king was just tired, but he has already decided to promote you."
"Thank you, my lord." Young Master Rong bowed in gratitude.
As he exited the Crown Prince's quarters, Young Master Rong gave San Chun a knowing glance. San Chun understood that he had something to say. He turned back to see that Uncle Qi had already fallen asleep and followed him outside.
Once they were outside the hall, Young Master Rong took a breath and asked, "Are you sure that person just now was the king?"
San Chun smiled, "Would I lie to you?"
"But..."
"Isn't it just a bit different?" Uncle Qi never liked being constrained by etiquette. He preferred a carefree life, often walking around the house barefoot, and in front of her, he rarely relaxed, so he naturally maintained the most comfortable posture while indoors.
Unfortunately, he forgot that he was supposed to meet Young Master Rong today, and unexpectedly, the first impression he gave was like this.
She smiled and shared some stories about Uncle Qi—what kind of person he was, how lovable, sentimental, and intelligent he could be, and sometimes how confused he was.
Young Master Rong listened, sometimes finding it amusing and at other times unable to suppress a sigh, especially regarding his past experiences, which evoked sympathy.
San Chun said, "These are all very secretive matters. The reason I'm telling you is that I want you to better assist the King. I believe you will be the best minister and will surely become the King's right-hand man in the future."
Young Master Rong laughed heartily, "With you trusting me so much, I don't know what to say. You say you have no connection with him, yet you know such secretive matters; you must be his woman."
San Chun rubbed her forehead, unsure why he was so stubbornly trying to tie her to someone.
Young Master Rong found her expression even more amusing and doubted how she would manage as a Queen in the future.
After chatting for a while, he suddenly laughed and asked, "What position do you plan to appoint me to?"
San Chun exclaimed, "Ah."
"Did the King not say earlier that whatever position you want to give me is up to you? Considering we've known each other for two years now, it better be a significant one; otherwise, I won't accept it."
San Chun smiled, "Aren't you of noble birth?"
"Indeed."
"Then let's start with a Senior Official position. After some time, we can promote you to Grand Marshal, and then later to Chancellor."
Young Master Rong grinned; hearing those titles come from her mouth was quite amusing. Chancellor? Could she really decide that so easily?
"Let's wait until later. I've never been in the officialdom, and with my disability, it's not suitable for me to hold such a high position. I should start from being a lower official."
"You really don't have any preferences."
Young Master Rong sighed; some things couldn't be accomplished just by choosing.
"I'll give you the teaching materials later." San Chun yawned, feeling a bit sleepy herself after being infected by Uncle Qi's drowsiness.
Upon returning to the hall, she saw Uncle Qi sleeping soundly, which made her feel even sleepier.
She had someone bring a blanket to cover Uncle Qi and went to sleep on her own bed in the inner room. She initially just wanted to lie down and rest, but as soon as her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep.
In her dreams, it seemed like a warm presence was drawing near, very warm and comfortable. She instinctively wrapped her arms around it; having a heater like this was truly wonderful.
As she slept, suddenly her leg was kicked. She opened her eyes and saw that someone had appeared beside her.
It was Uncle Qi, his head nestled in her arms just like before. His sleeping posture was always poor; he would kick around while asleep.
Back then, she often got kicked several times throughout the night. Once, annoyed, she had someone tie his legs up, but by the next day, she would find that he had somehow kicked off the bindings, and that night she would definitely get kicked several more times. However, her own sleeping posture wasn't great either; she often kicked him off the bed.
At that time, they were still innocent of any taboos between men and women, but now they had matured significantly; they were practically ripe. What did it mean to cuddle like this now?
She didn't know where a surge of anger came from and lifted her leg to kick him off. When she was doing Ju Dan, she might have had some reservations, but now she was his sister—didn't he know that?
Uncle Qi fell to the ground, and the fall immediately woke him up.
He got up from the floor and looked at San Chun, who was glaring at him with anger, feeling somewhat confused. "What's wrong with you?"
"You ask me what's wrong? Why are you not sleeping on your own bed but come here instead?"
"I'm not like this before?"
"You were also not like this before."
Uncle Qi was taken aback, staring at her with a fixed gaze. After a long time, feeling an uneasy sensation, he finally spoke, "What am I to you?"
San Chun was confused, "What do you mean?"
"I'll tell you, you are not my sister. Even if you were before, you are not now. Your current body is Ju Dan, just Ju Dan, the daughter of Ju Rong."
Suddenly, he tightly embraced her. San Chun struggled and found that his strength had become unusually great. His lips were like a magnet with magic, firmly attaching to hers, leaving her no chance to pull away. His hot tongue forcefully entered her mouth, leaving no room for thought. This momentum was completely different from his usual soft and elegant demeanor; it was extremely domineering and wild.
"You... can't... you mustn't..." She was kissed to the point where she couldn't even form a complete sentence. The kisses became tighter and tighter, almost making it hard for her to breathe.
Suddenly, a hand swiftly slipped inside her clothing, kneading her softness and skillfully teasing her.
The palm's touch had a slight chill that instantly stimulated her nerves. She couldn't accept it; she absolutely couldn't accept it. He was her brother and would always be. Doing this now only made her feel disgusted; they were crossing boundaries.
The anger she had accumulated erupted at that moment as she raised her hand and slapped him hard. With the strength of her hand, she left half of his face swollen.
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