Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
This is the palace, and it's broad daylight. She and Nangong Nuo are flirting, which is like telling everyone how desperate she is. In a place like this, daring to have an affair, she reluctantly said, "I'll just stand."
"Can you hear me when I speak?"
"I'm not deaf."
"Alright then, Your Majesty—"
Nangong Nuo said something that seemed to come from his throat. Mei Shuang indeed didn't catch it clearly; she instinctively leaned forward and stretched her ear out, puzzled, "What did you say?"
This distance was just within the range of Nangong Nuo's long arms. He reached out a finger and lightly poked her under her ribcage. Mei Shuang winced in pain and involuntarily lunged forward, landing directly on Nangong Nuo's shoulder.
Nangong Nuo wrapped his long arm around Mei Shuang's soft waist and said nonchalantly, "You refuse to sit and insist on leaning on me..."
Mei Shuang simply wrapped her arms tightly around Nangong Nuo's neck and whispered into his ear while resting on his broad shoulder, "If you don't apologize for the tea I worked hard to brew, I'll make sure we both go down together..."
Her warm body, ambiguous posture, enchanting voice, and a hint of teasing, especially with that orchid-like breath blowing in his ear, sent electric shivers throughout his body. Nangong Nuo immediately reacted.
"Go down together?" His hands roamed over Mei Shuang's smoothly curved back as he spoke in a husky voice. "I think it’s more like sharing a bed. No wonder you invited me to sleep here for the night..."
Mei Shuang stiffened at his blatant provocation; alarm bells rang in her mind.
If it hadn't been for the sudden attack by assassins at the inn last time, Nangong Nuo would have truly taken advantage of her. She thought about the written agreement she still held from that time and sighed; it was meant to guard against gentlemen but turned into something to wipe after the fact.
She hurriedly twisted her body to try to break free. "Have you figured out who the assassins were last time?"
"Assassins?" Nangong Nuo's fingers paused, and his expression darkened.
Good things often come to a halt, and indeed, this was a flaw of a passionate man. Just when the atmosphere was heated, Mei Shuang suddenly dampened the mood. He coldly replied, "No!"
"Ah?" Mei Shuang feigned surprise, taking the opportunity to sit up. "You're so capable, how could you let someone escape?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Nangong Nuo fixed his gaze on Mei Shuang's delicate porcelain-like face, her pouting red lips curling slightly as he spoke with intensity, "If you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten. I came tonight to continue what we left unfinished..."
His words caused Mei Shuang's previously relaxed expression to instantly pale.
Nangong Nuo didn't give her a chance to resist. With a single finger pointed at her, the once defiant Mei Shuang became as still as wood. In desperation, she could only shout, "We agreed you would just give me some pointers; what are you doing?"
Suddenly realizing that Nangong Nuo was indeed giving her "pointers," she thought, Damn it, he really didn't go back on his word; the person giving pointers had rendered her immobile.
"That's right," Nangong Nuo said as he picked up Mei Shuang and walked into the room casually. "I’m giving you pointers; shouldn’t you do something to thank me?"
"Can it be done another way?"
"I’m only interested in your body."
As he spoke, Mei Shuang was already placed on the bed.
"Can you please release my acupoints? Otherwise, what's the difference between this and being with a corpse?" Mei Shuang quickly thought of a clever response.
Not knowing if it was too distasteful to describe a beautiful thing in such a way, Nangong Nuo hesitated for a moment before reluctantly releasing Mei Shuang's acupoints.
Mei Shuang felt her whole body ache and numbness wash over her. Rubbing her sore shoulders, she stole a glance at Nangong Nuo. Indeed, the intensity in his eyes had faded somewhat, but what replaced it was coldness and scrutiny. "What? Have you forgotten about me after seeing Xiao Luo?"
Mei Shuang was taken aback, suddenly realizing why she hadn't seen Nangong Nuo these past few days. It turned out her earlier assumptions were wrong; he was simply angry!
From the current situation, it was clear that this misunderstanding needed to be resolved thoroughly before they could proceed with any friendly discussions. Nangong Nuo was not someone who could be easily appeased with just a few words, so taking action was inevitable.
In order to prevent this ancestor from remaining angry and to maintain a friendly atmosphere for their negotiations, Mei Shuang gathered her courage and approached him. "Alright, I shall bravely offer myself today and present a kiss to the compassionate Zhao Prince as a token of gratitude..."
After all, having kissed once, kissing again wouldn’t cost her much.
Unexpectedly, this light kiss, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of water, acted like a signal flare, reigniting the flames of desire that Nangong Nuo had managed to suppress.
Internally thrilled, he maintained an impassive expression, as if Mei Shuang truly owed him something. He tightly wrapped his arms around her slender waist and without any hesitation blocked her flower-like lips with his own. After a passionate onslaught, the tension escalated, and amidst hurried breaths, their hands began to roam...
Mei Shuang felt herself growing weak under Nangong Nuo's French kiss, gasping for air, her mind swirling in a daze, her eyes hazy as her toes began to tense...
When Nangong Nuo's palm wandered over her soft chest through her clothing and began to knead gently, Mei Shuang suddenly felt as if she had returned to another realm. Didn’t he notice the "Three-Year Agreement" right there on her chest?
Sure enough, it seemed as though Nangong Nuo's hand had touched something significant; he paused slightly, furrowing his brow as he lifted his head and let his gaze drift downward.
Finally given a chance to catch her breath, Mei Shuang glanced at the agreement in Nangong Nuo's hand and thought to herself, "Do as you see fit."
Nangong Nuo exhaled deeply, adjusted his breathing, and slowly pulled away from Mei Shuang. A hint of cold amusement played at the corners of his mouth. "Miss Mei Shuang is indeed clever; she knows I have this habit of not forcing others..."
Nightfall finally descended.
After the passion subsided, Mei Shuang realized that even standing just a short distance away from her was a somewhat blurred figure of Nangong Nuo.
She got out of bed, calmly adjusted her clothes, and silently walked over to light the candles. "Please call me Miss Lin..."
"Miss Lin?" Nangong Nuo frowned.
"Lin Yuxiang, a name permitted and approved by the Emperor." Mei Shuang lit the candle and trimmed the wick with scissors, instantly brightening the room.
"That's meant for outsiders..." Realizing this, Nangong Nuo scoffed, trying to calm his body with sheer willpower.
"You see, this is about praying for the Empress Dowager..." Mei Shuang lowered her gaze and brought up the old topic again.
"Weren't you told that when you came here?" Nangong Nuo replied irritably. "You have your clever tricks, but when it comes to true wisdom, how can you be so unrefined?"
I endure! Deep breath, don't get angry!
Seeing that Mei Shuang had no response, Nangong Nuo simply stood up and walked outside. When he returned, he had a mask in hand—the same one he wore when he first arrived—and casually tossed it to Mei Shuang.
As Mei Shuang caught it, she suddenly had an epiphany. "What? You want me to wear a mask?"
"Aren't you afraid of being exposed to the sunlight?" Nangong Nuo shot her a sidelong glance.
"So you knew about this all along," Mei Shuang's previously sulky face instantly brightened with a smile. Her snow-white teeth bit down on her lip, and her black-and-white eyes were filled with guilt for having misjudged him earlier. She then examined the mask for a long time, exclaiming in admiration, "Good stuff! Great idea! Impressive!"
Nangong Nuo huffed, "Don't get too excited; first think about how to wear it properly to make it look legitimate..."
Mei Shuang smiled with pursed lips. "That's not difficult..."
This major issue has been resolved, but she still has a bigger question to ask Nangong Nuo.
"You said the Emperor has locked me up here; how long does he plan to keep me?"
Nangong Nuo seemed to have anticipated Mei Shuang's question and replied nonchalantly, "That depends on when the internal strife in the Eastern Kingdom calms down."
"......" Mei Shuang was taken aback. "Is it that serious?"
A hint of amusement flashed in Nangong Nuo's eyes. "What do you think?"
"Stop playing games, please..." Mei Shuang was genuinely anxious. She put down the mask in her hand and approached Nangong Nuo, her big watery eyes filled with pleading. "You know best whether I have any ties to the Eastern Kingdom. The Emperor isn't foolish; otherwise, how would he know about the internal conflicts in the Eastern Kingdom? So, keeping me under house arrest is just an excuse; it has nothing to do with me. If he says he'll let me go once the internal strife settles, who knows what will happen afterward?"
Mei Shuang spoke in one breath, sighing with a hint of subtle complaints.
As she spoke, her brows furrowed, and her lips were tightly pressed together. After being toyed with by Nangong Nuo earlier, her cherry lips now looked even more alluring, captivating Nangong Nuo momentarily. However, he still listened to Mei Shuang's words.
Some things are like this; knowing the outcome doesn't necessarily change the current situation.
Nangong Nuo simply continued drinking water without responding.
Mei Shuang could only pout. Indeed, this situation was brought upon herself due to her momentary softness and impulsiveness.
The atmosphere fell into silence.
Suddenly, Mei Shuang remembered something. "The Emperor mentioned before when he was at the Cold Palace that as long as I revealed Chu Xiruo's whereabouts, he would let me go. What do you think—"
Nangong Nuo suddenly started coughing violently as if he had been choked, "Cough cough cough..."
Mei Shuang was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to pat his back, "Did you choke?"
Nangong Nuo glanced outside casually, paused for a moment, and suddenly pulled Mei Shuang into his arms, whispering, "Don't make a sound."
He then sighed and said loudly, "Since we are here, let's make ourselves comfortable... After a long day, let's rest."
Lying on the bed, Mei Shuang obediently rested her head on Nangong Nuo's chest. Until a dark figure quietly left, in the tranquil atmosphere, only the soft sounds of their breathing could be heard. Unknowingly, Mei Shuang fell asleep.
——
While Mei Shuang felt lonely and desolate on her own, the Purple Dawn Palace was bustling with activity.
The vast Purple Dawn Palace seemed to have welcomed spring overnight; the grass was growing and the orioles were singing, with willows sprouting green buds and a gentle breeze blowing. The concubines in the palace had also changed into vibrant spring attire. The Imperial Garden was the favorite place for the concubines to gather, where they sang and danced joyfully amidst laughter.
During these days, Queen Meiru had been refusing all visits from the concubines under the pretense of feeling unwell, even turning down a visit from Consort Chen just a few days ago.
Today, as the Empress appeared in the Imperial Garden, she spotted Consort Chen approaching from a distance.
Comment 0 Comment Count