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Bolder still, this woman did not understand gratitude. After receiving help, she even pushed the responsibility onto the concerned Empress Dowager, implying that her rescue was not her intention, and she would take no responsibility if something went wrong.
However, Mei Shuang was still startled by the phrase "whip the corpse," causing her to loosen her grip. The blanket covering her chest slipped down, and in a panic, she hurriedly pulled it back up to cover her exposed chest. When she raised her eyes, she was met with the powerful physique of Xiao Luo standing before her completely unclothed, nearly blinding her.
Mei Shuang was fully awake now. With a gasp, she pulled the blanket up higher, covering herself completely. Her face flushed and heart raced as thoughts of Xiao Luo's naked body filled her mind. Goodness, this man looked terrible without clothes!
Seeing Mei Shuang so flustered, Xiao Luo was speechless.
After a night of passion, he had never seen her act this way!
Huddled under the blanket, Mei Shuang felt very displeased. Whip the corpse! What nonsense! It wasn't me who brought you here; I had everything arranged, and you insisted on...
Thinking this in her mind, she surprisingly voiced it out loud. Hearing the muffled echo from under the blanket stop abruptly, Xiao Luo paused in his attempt to put on his robe. Looking down, he saw Mei Shuang covering herself haphazardly; while the front was tightly concealed, her smooth and fair back was fully exposed. Following the graceful curve of her back down to her slender waist and rounded hips revealed more than half...
Xiao Luo felt a tightness in his throat as a stirring sensation coursed through him. He quickly averted his gaze and picked up his robe again, putting it on while turning away and yanking the blanket from Mei Shuang's grasp.
Mei Shuang watched helplessly as the blanket that had covered her slipped from her hands to the foot of the bed, leaving her completely bare.
Two seconds later, her earth-shattering wail echoed throughout the room.
Xiao Luo's deep gaze fixed on Mei Shuang's smooth skin; surprisingly, his poker-faced expression showed some emotion—a smile that was neither here nor there. "You took advantage of me and still want to play innocent?"
As her body came into contact with the cool air, Mei Shuang froze in place. Embarrassed and furious, she ignored Xiao Luo's teasing and quickly moved to the foot of the bed. Grabbing a large bath towel, she wrapped herself up before finally feeling a sense of security.
This sense of security was simply a layer of fabric.
Once she felt warm again, she began to seriously ponder Xiao Luo's question.
Taking advantage? Playing innocent? Seriously? Did he think too highly of her?
However, Mei Shuang still summarized a few points from Xiao Luo's words:
First, she should be the one taking the initiative; one could say that to some extent, she forced the emperor's hand, which is why he used a term implying "taking advantage."
Secondly, regardless of the process, the outcome is certain. The fact that she dedicated herself did indeed save her, yet since waking up, she has shown no signs of gratitude.
Alright, although the emperor's words seem somewhat petty, if she were in the Sovereign's position, she would likely feel quite unbalanced as well.
Just as Mei Shuang was about to express her gratitude sincerely, her gaze inadvertently caught a glimpse of a splash of bright red on the pure white silk sheets.
It was shocking!
Mei Shuang's eyelids twitched, and her heart raced wildly.
Damn it! It turns out that the ambiguous relationship between her and Nangong Nuo was probably just a rumor from the streets!
But that damned Nangong Nuo had always been scaring her with talk of having seen her completely; and that wretched Mei Ru also claimed there was something between her and Nangong Nuo...
Thinking of this, and recalling how she had been slapped by the Sovereign on their wedding night, leaving her disoriented and nearly dying in the Heavenly Prison and Cold Palace under the baseless label of being promiscuous, cast a heavy shadow over her character. It felt like a thick cloud that she couldn't shake off... Damn it! No more thinking about it; talking too much only brings tears.
Mei Shuang stared at the red stain before her, tears welling up. Today truly fulfilled that saying, "I am now clearly separated..."
Seeing Mei Shuang fixated on the bloodstain from their first night with wide eyes and an unpredictable expression—showing no shyness or embarrassment like other women would—there was instead shock and disbelief on her face. That expression seemed to capture her soul, especially when she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, clearly accusing him silently. It made it seem as if he had forced and taken away her first night. Damn it! You were the one who took the initiative!
How pointless...
Xiao Luo felt defeated and bored. Remembering Mei Shuang's resolute words from last night, he couldn't help but let out a slight "hmph," lazily saying, "Don't worry; I don't need you to take responsibility..."
Last night, she had been entangled with this crazy woman for more than two hours. Now, as she got up, her lower back felt slightly sore, a sign of physical exhaustion. Despite being in the prime of her life, feeling this way indicated the indulgence and madness of the previous night.
Hearing that she wouldn't be held responsible, Mei Shuang regained her composure.
Through tear-filled eyes, she saw the disdain in the Sovereign's gaze. Soon, disappointment surged within her.
She had just witnessed the obvious evidence of blood; there was no way this man could have overlooked it.
What the hell was this? This was solid proof!
Under normal circumstances, shouldn't this Sovereign have been shocked and quickly realized the series of direct or indirect personal injuries he had caused by blindly and brutally labeling her a "slut" on their wedding day and stripping her of all personal rights? Shouldn't he have immediately awakened to his mistake and sincerely apologized?
But he hadn't! Not only did he not apologize, but he also said she wouldn't be held responsible!
What did that mean?!
Clearly, the implication was that they were simply engaging in a casual relationship, and he would not take responsibility for her. He had just claimed she was taking advantage of him; it turned out he was afraid she might take advantage of him.
Fine, looking at his indifferent demeanor made it clear that whether or not she was a virgin didn't matter to him at all. Using this as an excuse to deal with her was his true intention, allowing her to experience the taste of falling from heaven to hell and alleviating his own frustration from being apart from his beloved.
Damn! No wonder he looked so calm upon seeing the blood.
In her disappointment, Mei Shuang felt a surge of anger; that slap earlier seemed to have been endured for nothing. All the subsequent torment and mental pressure she had suffered felt pointless.
The key issue was that this Emperor showed no sense of guilt whatsoever!
To be honest, just moments ago, she had been anxious about sleeping with this Emperor, fearing that once entangled with him, she would be trapped by his side for life. Now, however, she felt fortunate that it was him she had slept with last night.
The undeniable evidence is right in front of her, proving that she was wronged on her wedding night. The so-called "concubine" is entirely fabricated, and she has witnessed it with her own eyes. Even if she doesn't want to take responsibility, she cannot escape the truth.
Mei Shuang feels frustrated. Is she pretending not to see? Ultimately, it’s just a refusal to acknowledge past mistakes!
Well, it's all in the past now. Speaking more about it will only add to her sorrow, which has nothing to do with anyone else.
Fine, since you choose to be deaf and mute, and since the matter has been addressed, she no longer needs to feel uncomfortable about having taken advantage of the Sovereign.
It’s mutual consent; neither owes the other anything!
Xiao Luo notices Mei Shuang staring at the fallen petals for a long time before turning to him with an expression of disbelief. Isn't it normal for petals to fall? Why is she making such a fuss?
“What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and help me change,” the Sovereign commands.
Mei Shuang comes back to her senses and gazes at the increasingly impatient Sovereign. She grits her teeth inwardly. So you want to act indifferent? I hope that poison infects you too, so you can experience a fate worse than death.
Mei Shuang curses silently in her heart but doesn’t hold back verbally as she instructs Xiao Luo, “First, hand me that list over there…”
Xiao Luo furrows his brow, a hint of meaning flashing in his eyes, but he still tosses a large sheet over to her as she quickly wraps herself with a towel.
Reluctantly, Mei Shuang stands up.
Standing before Xiao Luo, who is only wearing a thin garment, her heart races like countless deer running wild. Yet she forces herself to meet the gaze of this strong male figure with apparent calmness.
So close, the man's strong masculine aura stimulates Mei Shuang's senses. Even though she maintains a composed exterior, the turmoil inside makes her hands tremble slightly.
Before her stands a broad and straight back, with smooth and powerful lines. Perhaps due to years of martial training, there is not an ounce of excess flesh, clearly showcasing this man's strength!
Mei Shuang felt uneasy and was trembling, while Xiao Luo also sensed something unusual at that moment.
Watching that delicate, slender hand glide gently over his body, the thin silk garment stirred different sensations within him—tingling and itchy. Moreover, the unique fragrance of the woman in front of him deeply captivated his sense of smell, causing Xiao Luo to feel a sudden rush of desire.
However, the servant's skills were truly unimpressive. She looked around clumsily, bending down to adjust the hem of the garment, then tilting her head to check the angle, and repeatedly untangling the straps that had become mixed up. She had already re-tied her waist belt three times.
Xiao Luo found himself speechless. Was it really so difficult to help him change? With her level of skill, she was even worse than a palace maid, let alone compared to the concubines in the palace who could understand his needs with just a glance and complete their tasks perfectly.
The Empress Dowager often praised this woman for her dexterity and various skills, but witnessing her performance in person made Xiao Luo question where her talents truly lay.
After quite some time, she was still frowning and pondering how to fasten the jade belt around her waist.
If it were any other day when he was in a hurry to attend court, he would have long sent this incompetent Mei Shuang away. But at this moment, he forced himself to remain calm.
Not for any other reason, but because of that tender arm resembling a lotus root, those nimble fingers, and the glimpses of spring revealed whenever Mei Shuang crouched down. The prominent curves, smooth back, and delicate skin with perfect contours made it hard for him to look away.
Xiao Luo unconsciously felt his breathing grow heavier.
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