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The Emperor of the Great Qin Empire, Xiao Luo, stood by the window, deep in thought.
Hearing someone enter, he felt a bit displeased and raised his hand to cover his mouth as he coughed a few times. "Put down the medicine and go out!"
His voice was noticeably low and hoarse.
Mei Shuang obediently stepped forward, placing the medicine down, but she did not leave as instructed.
Xiao Luo felt a surge of irritation; it must be Consort Chen again, otherwise, which audacious servant would dare to disobey him?
Turning around, he saw Mei Shuang standing not far away, quietly watching him.
A wave of immense surprise washed over him, but his stern face remained expressionless. He fixed his gaze on Mei Shuang for a moment before coldly asking, "What do you want?"
Under normal circumstances, Mei Shuang would have found this intolerable, but today her mindset was different from usual. She pursed her lips and said nothing, lowering her gaze as she held out the bowl of medicine she had brought. She approached and knelt down about ten feet away from Xiao Luo, offering the bowl with both hands. "Your Majesty, the medicine is at the right temperature; please drink it while it's warm..."
Xiao Luo did not respond. His dark eyes remained unchanged as he coldly scrutinized the woman before him, whose features were delicate and whose expression was gentle.
Mei Shuang did not shy away and met Xiao Luo's scrutinizing gaze with calmness.
Against the sunlight streaming in from outside, Xiao Luo stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression inscrutable. The sunlight poured through the tall window onto him, casting a faint halo over his golden crown.
After watching for a while, Mei Shuang began to feel a bit dizzy.
Her arms grew tired from holding the bowl up, yet Xiao Luo showed no reaction; he neither allowed her to leave nor took the bowl from her hands.
She lowered her gaze, picked up a spoon, gently scooped some of the medicine into her mouth, swallowed it, and then said, "See? I drank it; this medicine is not poisonous."
Xiao Luo finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse yet somewhat softer than before, "At such a distance, can I reach you?"
Mei Shuang stood up and walked forward.
In the depths of Xiao Luo's dark eyes, which resembled melting ice, he gazed intently at the woman before him who suddenly seemed so obedient.
The light from outside illuminated Mei Shuang's fair face, making her skin appear even whiter than snow, delicate as jade. With her so close, the unique fragrance emanating from her wafted into Xiao Luo's nostrils, stirring a sudden impulse within him after a long time without the company of a woman.
As he took the bowl, his other hand also caught Mei Shuang's hand.
Mei Shuang stiffened, her hand unmoving.
Xiao Luo tilted his head back and drank the medicine in one go. When he looked at Mei Shuang again, the coldness in his gaze had faded; the depths of his dark eyes began to show a hint of warmth.
Mei Shuang was about to take the empty bowl when she saw it being quietly taken away by someone beside her.
She felt helpless and bit her lip softly, saying, "Your Majesty, I came here to..."
Unexpectedly, her hesitant expression fell into the eyes of the Empress of the Great Qin Empire, which were beginning to stir with emotion. Especially those lips resembling red reeds, they appeared particularly enticing.
Before Mei Shuang could finish her sentence, she was suddenly swept up in Xiao Luo's arms. His slightly heavy breathing accompanied the veil of the Western Warm Pavilion falling down...
Li Gonggong was outside on duty and had not seen anyone come out for quite some time. He understood what that meant; nothing pleased him more than seeing his master content.
Although it was scorching hot outside at this moment, he was full of energy. He repeatedly turned down several requests from people wanting to see the Emperor—be they ministers or concubines—with a smiling demeanor and a consistent response: "His Majesty is busy with something important inside; you should return..."
It was noon when she entered, but by the time she came out, twilight had already descended.
After all this commotion, Mei Shuang felt sore all over, her eyes blurry, and she was more exhausted than if she had run five kilometers.
She looked at Xiao Luo, who was standing by the bed organizing his clothes, full of energy and even somewhat radiant. For a moment, she doubted whether the medicine she had brought was a tonic or something else entirely; otherwise, how could this man have such vitality?
Xiao Luo turned around and saw the woman staring at him in a daze. He smiled silently, and when he spoke, his tone was as gentle as a spring breeze in March. "You must be tired. Just rest here for a while; I will send someone to take you back later."
To be honest, Mei Shuang really didn't want to move. But thinking about the fact that this was the emperor's office, she wondered what her place was here.
Struggling to get up, she quickly changed into her nightgown. As she got out of bed, her legs gave way, and she fell forward in a rather ungraceful manner, landing right between Xiao Luo's legs. She instinctively grabbed his thigh and looked up at him, only to see a meaningful smile spreading across his usually poker-faced expression. This smile made him look exceptionally handsome.
Mei Shuang was momentarily mesmerized, but when she regained her senses, her face flushed with embarrassment.
It was still Xiao Luo who reached out to pull her up, and in that embrace, sparks flew.
"Ah, no..." When Mei Shuang was placed on the bed, her face lost all color. However, she had no chance to refuse...
The emperor's cold had improved; the intense activities in bed were far more effective than any bitter medicine. Li Gonggong watched as the once indifferent emperor became calm and composed again, nearly moved to tears. His days of hardship were finally over; he would no longer have to suffer unjust blame.
It must be said that the charm of this woman who had once been Deposed Empress Mei Shuang was immense. There was likely no one else in the world who could influence the emperor's mood like she could.
For an entire week, Xiao Luo spent his time in the back garden, causing great frustration among the other concubines. Ever since the previous seductress had left and things had calmed down for a while, how could another one appear? But this time, no one could find out whether this new woman was the same as the last one. Even Consort Chen was left fuming.
As for the rumors circulating among the other concubines outside, Mei Shuang remained completely unaware. However, with Xiao Luo staying with her for several consecutive days, she felt an underlying sense of unease.
In the middle of the night, after an intimate moment, Mei Shuang did not fall into a deep sleep as usual. Instead, she lay on Xiao Luo's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and softly said, "Your Majesty, I want to tell you something..."
"Go ahead..."
Xiao Luo raised his hand to stroke Mei Shuang's damp long hair on her shoulder and replied gently.
In recent days, this woman's behavior had been commendable; she had become much more obedient, especially in bed, where they had grown increasingly compatible. As a man, he had truly experienced the pleasure of conquering a woman during this time. For that reason alone, he would gladly accept any requests she made, especially since she hadn't made any yet.
"You promise me first."
Ah, this woman was actually acting coy. However, as Xiao Luo looked at her bright face reflected in his eyes, he found nothing wrong with it.
He nodded, "Hmm... go on."
Gathering her courage, Mei Shuang lifted her head and said, "Your Majesty, I... I want to live outside..."
Xiao Luo's heart sank slightly, but his expression remained unchanged. "Outside? Do you want me to provide you with a palace like a consort?"
Mei Shuang knew he was pretending not to understand. She lowered her gaze and lightly traced circles on Xiao Luo's chest with her fingers. After a while, she quietly said, "No, I mean outside the palace..."
As she spoke these words, Mei Shuang did not have the courage to look up. From the corner of her eye, she noticed that the warmth in Xiao Luo's eyes had gradually turned cold until it suddenly became icy...
Autumn soon arrived, bringing a hint of chill in the air.
After waking from her afternoon nap, Mei Shuang opened her drowsy eyes and stared out through the long window for a moment before realizing that she felt a bit hungry.
She got up and rubbed her sore lower back. Sigh, these days she always felt an inexplicable fatigue. Could it be due to the spring drowsiness and autumn lethargy?
Thinking back to the morning, she had only washed a few pieces of clothing, so why did she feel this exhausted?
Stepping outside, she noticed the osmanthus trees in the yard were thriving. After watering them a bit, she looked up and gazed into the distance. Beyond the courtyard wall, she could still see a lush green hillside, though it was no longer as vibrant as before; after all, the season had changed.
The main gate of the yard was pushed open, and without turning around, she knew it was Lin Tian'er who had arrived.
Since moving out of the palace, although Lin Tian'er had gifted her valuable silver notes and helped her acquire this suburban residence, she had also not spared her from criticism.
Mei Shuang couldn't be bothered to pay attention to her remarks; she just wanted to live her own life. If Lin Tian'er wanted to talk, let her talk.
"My lady, what are you watering flowers for at this time of day? If you keep at it, they'll drown! If you're free, let me take you out for a stroll; don't you get tired of just tending to these plants all day?" Lin Tian'er exclaimed as soon as she entered.
It was no wonder she was so anxious; ever since leaving the palace, Miss Lin had been living alone here for two months without stepping outside. What kind of living situation was this? It was no different from being imprisoned in the palace!
Mei Shuang would rather suffer here like a nun than stay in the palace; what kind of situation was that!
Mei Shuang straightened up and lazily replied, "Has business been slow lately or are we just earning less? Why are you so worked up?"
Lin Tian'er came over, took Mei Shuang's hand, and shoved a stack of silver notes into her palm. "This is your half-year dividend; take it... Oh dear, why are your hands so cold?"
As soon as Mei Shuang saw the number on the silver note, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.
Lin Tian'er quickly supported the fainting Mei Shuang and cried out in alarm.
The veil in front of the bed fluttered lightly, and a familiar faint fragrance lingered at her nose. A cold and handsome face appeared before her as he leaned down to look at her, his deep, ink-like eyes filled with complex emotions.
She stared at him blankly, suddenly reaching out her arms to wrap around his neck. A chill swept over her as her clothes fell to the ground, and warmth began to spread through her body. As that feeling of fullness coursed through her, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, as if being pushed up to the clouds. After a long time, she finally fell into a light sleep amidst the slight trembling...
"Miss, Miss..." A gentle voice called out beside her.
Mei Shuang opened her eyes, momentarily confused. Was that just a dream?
Turning her gaze, she saw an unfamiliar maid with a round face and big eyes that seemed quite generous. She sat up and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Miss Lin Tian'er's personal maid. My name is Jing. You were dreaming just now, weren't you?"
Looking at the maid blinking her big eyes, Mei Shuang suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. Damn it, she hoped no one would hear about the various things from that dream.
Clearing her throat to adjust her state, she asked, "What time is it now?"
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