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The footsteps of the newcomer circled around the screen, slowly approaching the bedside, stopping not far away, without making a sound.
Mo Xier tightly closed her eyes, but the faint scent of dragon's saliva kept wafting into her nostrils. She hid her hands under the blanket, slowly clenching them into fists, trying hard to suppress the impulse to punch the person in the face.
Suddenly, a hand gently rested on her forehead. The cold touch made her shiver involuntarily. Startled, she bit down on her tongue, not daring to make a sound for fear that the other person would discover she was awake.
The hand lingered on Mo Xier's smooth forehead for a while before seemingly letting out a light laugh. That hand moved like a slippery, icy snake, slowly gliding along her features.
First it traced her delicate nose, then her tender and beautiful face, followed by her soft and rosy lips, and finally it traveled down to her chin and continued toward her neck.
Mo Xier felt utterly disgusted, but if she opened her eyes at that moment, she would have to face a man with ulterior motives toward her.
Moreover, she was currently wrapped in thin gauze, irresistibly alluring, like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others. She could only grit her teeth and endure, believing that once he had his fun without any response from her, he would stop.
However, that icy hand did not stop; it continued down to her collarbone where the skin was even softer and smoother. Mo Xier could clearly feel the slightly rough palm against her skin and shivered all over as goosebumps rose.
Gradually, that hand became dissatisfied with merely touching her skin; it wandered to her most tender shoulder and began to knead the area covered by white gauze.
Mo Xier felt a wave of tingling sensations. Through the thin fabric as delicate as a cicada's wing, her shoulder was completely in his grasp. As he applied pressure with his palm, her skin changed shape accordingly.
Even though she had strong endurance, she still could not resist the instinctive physiological reactions.
Gradually, she felt a tremor in her chest. The other person gently pinched twice through the thin gauze; she almost erupted in anger but managed to hold herself back.
At that moment, an imperceptible heavy breath brushed against her ear. Before she could react, she felt warmth in a sensitive area; she nearly gasped in surprise: that person had actually taken her earlobe into their mouth.
Mo Xier gritted her teeth in restraint, but at this moment, she could no longer endure it. She pushed the other person away from her, exclaiming, "Your Majesty, enough!"
She sat up abruptly, wrapping her arms around her chest to protect her body, her eyes warily watching him.
Unbeknownst to her, the sheer fabric had already slipped down, exposing her delicate shoulders. Her pink form stood upright beneath the thin veil, partially hidden yet even more alluring.
Li Ye stood a step away, smiling wickedly. One hand rested near his mouth, his gaze a mix of amusement and desire as if he were still savoring the delightful moments they had just shared. Looking at Mo Xier, his eyes held an undeniable dominance: "I thought you would pretend to be asleep until the end."
Mo Xier's face flushed; those sensations from earlier seemed to return to her. She couldn't help but feel frustrated—had she known he would be so shameless, she wouldn't have pretended to sleep and allowed herself to be humiliated like this.
Thinking of this made her expression stubborn. Dressed as she was, she appeared noble and aloof, yet her figure was enticing, making one drool with desire.
Li Ye could no longer contain himself. He lunged forward, pinning the beautiful woman beneath him and kissing her cheek forcefully. "Mo Xier, I have been longing for you every moment. Today, I can finally fulfill my wish."
Mo Xier turned her head in disgust, evading his kiss. She swung her hand toward him in anger but found it tightly grasped. Furious, she exclaimed, "Your Highness is a dignified Sovereign; do you not fear being ridiculed by the world for such actions?"
"I am the Son of Heaven; who dares to be so audacious?" Li Ye held her delicate wrist, feeling its warmth and softness. His heart softened as he said, "Mo Xier, you have always been wise; you should know what choice is right. I have true feelings for you—can you really not see that?"
Mo Xier forcefully pulled her hand back and disdainfully turned away from him. "Your Highness's true feelings consist of forcibly abducting a Commoner—is this what you call being frivolous?"
Li Ye frowned but still tried to suppress his emotions. "Mo Xier, if it weren't for my sincere feelings for you, I wouldn't go through so much trouble and risk the wrath of the Empress Dowager and the censure of court officials for you. You are far luckier than many women in the harem."
"This kind of luck is something a Commoner would rather not have."
At this moment, Mo Xier was still pinned beneath him. She dared not struggle too hard; his body pressed closely against her sensitive areas made her feel as if she were walking on thin ice. If she moved any more forcefully, she feared that her own strength would be insufficient to deal with a man whose desires had taken over.
Li Ye's hand slowly rubbed her shoulder, occasionally dropping a kiss. "The woman I desire has never been unattainable. Tell me, what do you truly want? I can fulfill it all!"
"Your Majesty has three thousand beauties in the harem, and I am but a humble commoner, not seeking to climb the ranks," Mo Xi'er said, gazing at the brilliant pearl above her head, its dazzling light momentarily blinding her.
Li Ye shook his head. "With three thousand beauties in the harem, I only wish to take you as my own. Mo Xi'er, do not test my patience. Obey me, and I promise to bring you into the harem and grant you wealth and glory."
"If Your Majesty truly cares for me, even if you cannot offer me the grand ceremonies of common men—like a phoenix crown and bridal sedan chair—at least do not let me become a target for others," Mo Xi'er replied.
Mo Xi'er knew that he had already cornered himself and would not heed her words, but it was not in her nature to simply submit.
As expected, upon hearing her words, Li Ye regained some clarity and looked down at her with both hands resting beside her. "Do you wish to be Queen?"
The Heavenly Universe Kingdom had been established for many years, and it was rare for an emperor to remain without a consort after coming of age; Li Ye was one such case. The reason was simple: he ascended the throne at a young age and had to marry the daughters of powerful ministers to consolidate his power.
However, subconsciously, he believed that the position of empress should always be reserved for the woman he truly loved, just as his father and the Empress Dowager had shared such affection in their youth. Despite the numerous beauties in the palace, the Empress Dowager was the only one he cherished and respected.
Most importantly, as the empress of a nation, she would wield absolute power in the harem and would not be left alone or become a target for others.
Li Ye held some genuine feelings for Mo Xi'er, but more than that was his desire to possess her stunning beauty. If he were to bring her into the harem and she were willing to submit to him, he would certainly grant her the title of noble consort, which would be immensely prestigious. But what about the title of Queen?
Li Ye secretly shook his head. Setting aside her lowly background, given how much the Empress Dowager disapproved of her, it was absolutely impossible. Furthermore, establishing a consort was a matter of great importance concerning court affairs; ministers would argue endlessly over it. Even if they were willing to see him favor a powerless beauty with mere looks, they would never accept this woman disrupting court order with her charm.
Mo Xi'er looked into his eyes; his amber pupils had shed their former regal demeanor and now held an unexpectedly gentle hue. No wonder such an intelligent woman as Green Wisteria fell for him at first sight and became ensnared in love's depths.
"Isn't Your Majesty always professing your affection for me? If so, why can't you make me Queen? You know that I have already become a thorn in the side of all the other consorts in this harem. Without absolute power to protect myself, I fear I will soon become a corpse," Mo Xi'er said firmly as she met his gaze without backing down.
Li Ye couldn't help but chuckle lightly, "Is this your reason for rejecting me?"
Mo Xier shook her head, "No, Commoner refuses Your Majesty because she is aware of the differences between us."
She watched as the desire in Li Ye's eyes gradually faded, her voice gaining a touch of rationality, "Your Majesty, as the Son of Heaven, Sovereign of the Nine-Five, how can a mere commoner like me compete with the brilliance of the sun and moon? If Your Majesty truly has even a fraction of affection for me, please consider my feelings."
"Are you saying that if I cannot make you my Queen, then I do not genuinely care for you?" Li Ye's voice was filled with mockery. "Mo Xier, is this your true sentiment?"
Mo Xier looked into his eyes, where there was not an ounce of genuine emotion—only possession, selfishness, and tyranny, which could not be compared to Night Star at all.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but freeze. Night Star, that wooden-headed one, where could he be? If he knew how she was being treated, what would he think?
He would never hurt himself like this, nor would he allow anyone to harm him!
With that thought, Mo Xier lowered her head, feeling despondent and her voice weakened: "If Your Majesty truly loves someone, you would naturally cherish her, respect her, and would not wish to hurt or harm her.
You repeatedly claim to have deep feelings for me, yet you know that the Empress Dowager does not want me in the harem and still intend to bring me in this way. Your Majesty, if this is your genuine concern for me, then Mo Xier truly cannot accept it."
Li Ye's expression darkened significantly; it was the first time a woman had rejected him so coldly. The feeling was akin to having his usually high-held head slapped down hard.
It was not just pain but also humiliation—a desperate urge surged within him like bamboo shoots after rain.
"Cannot accept it? I insist that you enjoy the rain and dew."
Li Ye menacingly stepped forward and pinned her down. He grasped her chin without mercy: "I want you to know that in this world, no one can refuse me."
He leaned down and kissed her face frantically. At that moment, the kisses were devoid of any affection, purely an expression of his frustration, leaving countless marks on Mo Xier's delicate face.
Mo Xier knew that he had lost his rationality, and his intentions were purely to possess her forcefully.
Thus, she lay there expressionlessly, allowing him to do as he pleased, stiff and wooden as she stared at the drapes above her that swayed like clouds at sunset.
Li Ye's wild kisses landed on her skin, as soft as mutton fat, leaving numerous bruises. Inside him burned a raging fire that made it impossible for him to remain calm!
Why? Why was everything good belonging to Night Star? The people's support, the ministers' backing, the Empress Dowager's praise—now even such a stunningly beautiful woman rejected him for that person. Why? Why?
He had thought she would struggle, resist, cry out for mercy, and that he would find great satisfaction in her tears. But the person beneath him was so calm that he felt like a clown performing a poor act all alone.
"Aren't you afraid?" Li Ye raised his head and looked at her face as he spoke.
Mo Xier lowered her eyelids, hiding her true thoughts: "Your Majesty has made it very clear; no one can refuse you!"
Li Ye fell silent. Perhaps because everything was different from what he had expected, he felt somewhat at a loss: "Are you not afraid that I will ruin your reputation and then cast you aside like a worn-out shoe?"
Mo Xier finally lifted her head to look at him, revealing a faintly ambiguous smile: "What does Your Majesty intend for a commoner like me?"
Li Ye remained silent. Perhaps even he did not know whether his threats against a woman stemmed from anger at her disdain for him or from a desire to prove that his charm was not inferior to Night Star's!
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