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Mei Shuang was startled and jumped up, forgetting to put on her shoes as she ran outside barefoot.
The maid quickly grabbed Mei Shuang's shoes and followed her, saying, "Miss, the ground is cold; please put on your shoes."
Mei Shuang hurried to the cellar, took out another jar, and quickly poured a bowl. She then rushed outside to check the color in the sunlight and tasted it. Everything seemed fine, and she felt slightly relieved.
The maid, holding the shoes, arrived shortly after and placed them on the ground. As she bent down to assist Mei Shuang in putting on her shoes, she heard Mei Shuang muttering to herself, "It shouldn't be like this; everything was done together back then..."
The maid, named Cui Xin, straightened up upon hearing Mei Shuang's words. After hesitating for a moment and glancing around, she whispered, "Miss, actually, there is no problem..."
Mei Shuang was taken aback and turned to look at Cui Xin, whose face was slightly flushed. "What do you mean by that?"
Cui Xin bit her lip and hesitated for a while before finally whispering a few words in Mei Shuang's ear.
After hearing this, Mei Shuang was greatly shocked. Looking at this usually somewhat dull maid, she suddenly realized how clever she truly was. It seemed that one should not judge by appearances; this girl was indeed a representative of being "clumsy with words but quick in action."
Understanding the situation now, Mei Shuang asked, "What about the remaining half bowl?"
"It's in the ice cellar; I'll go get it right away."
Feeling praised by Mei Shuang, Cui Xin shyly yet happily went to retrieve half a bowl of Sour Plum Soup from the ice cellar and placed it in front of Mei Shuang.
Mei Shuang waved her hand reassuringly and said, "Good, just put it back as it is."
Watching Cui Xin carry the bowl back to the ice cellar, Mei Shuang sighed. Consort Chen was truly cunning; even this little maid knew about her character.
If it weren't for the clever little girl named Cui Xin, who deliberately left a bowl of it before delivering it to Consort Chen and drank half a bowl herself, who could have said for sure?
Mei Shuang, having set down her burden, turned to leave but noticed Xiao Luo standing not far away, accompanied by an unfamiliar maid, presumably from Consort Chen's palace.
A chill ran through her. Consort Chen's influence was quite strong; she had just received the news and was already being sought out for questioning.
She stood there quietly, waiting for Xiao Luo to approach.
With her hair cascading over her shoulders and still looking drowsy as if just awakened from sleep, especially standing barefoot on the ground, this image drew disdain from the maid beside Xiao Luo from Consort Chen's palace. They were astonished by Mei Shuang's boldness; this woman truly lacked manners, not even showing respect in front of the Emperor.
Xiao Luo stepped forward, gazing at Mei Shuang for a moment before lowering her eyes. The delicate little feet with small toes were faintly visible with veins slightly protruding on the instep, making her fair skin stand out even more against the stone steps.
An astonishing scene unfolded as Xiao Luo bent down, picked up Mei Shuang's shoes from the side of her foot, placed them by Mei Shuang's feet, and said in a low voice, "Lift your foot."
This surprised not only Mei Shuang but also the maid who had come with Xiao Luo to confront Consort Chen.
Mei Shuang curled her toes until Xiao Luo tapped her instep with the shoe's tip. Only then did she come to her senses and hesitantly lifted her foot to slide it into the Pearl Embroidered Shoes that Xiao Luo had prepared.
Xiao Luo stood up, her deep-set eyes meeting Mei Shuang's bright ones. She admonished softly, "You're not a child; it's cold on the ground, yet you're running around barefoot."
Though her words were stern, the affection behind them was unmistakable.
Mei Shuang lowered her gaze at the shoes on her feet, unable to suppress a smile that blossomed at the corners of her lips. Her heart swelled with happiness. When she looked up again, her eyes sparkled like little stars, dazzlingly bright. Damn it, she hadn't realized earlier that this seemingly cold man was actually a standard warm-hearted person.
The touching yet shocking scene left Consort Chen's maid dumbfounded. After hesitating for a moment, she cautiously spoke up, "Your Majesty?"
Xiao Luo turned around as if awakening from a dream, dismissively saying, "Go back and find the imperial physician for treatment, then report to me."
The maid did not dare to respond, only glancing at Mei Shuang before obediently leaving.
"Why didn't Your Majesty ask me about the Sour Plum Soup?" Mei Shuang couldn't help but ask as they walked together in the back garden.
"I may not be a wise ruler, but I am not foolish. Besides, I heard Cui Xin's words; you have no grievances with Consort Chen, so what reason do you have to harm her?"
When one is wronged, isn't it comforting to hear a word of justice? Looking at Xiao Luo's chiseled profile, Mei Shuang felt a surge of emotion. She stopped in front of Xiao Luo and pouted.
Xiao Luo furrowed his brow slightly and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Your Majesty knows? Just now you made another enemy for me..." Mei Shuang seemed dissatisfied with her words, but the twinkle of laughter in her bright eyes betrayed her.
Isn't this just typical behavior of someone who takes advantage while pretending to be innocent? Her words were insincere, and her intentions were clearly written on her small face.
For some reason, Xiao Luo found himself softened by her unreasonable pout. Especially with those cherry lips looking moist and tempting, he felt a rush of blood.
He restrained himself from moving, his gaze burning as he smirked slightly, "Oh, so you want to punish me?"
"Punish?" Mei Shuang exclaimed, turning her eyes wide with surprise, yet they sparkled with hidden laughter. "How could I dare?"
"I know you wouldn't dare. However, if your feelings for me are described as making enemies for you, then I must punish you..." His tone was low and carried a strong implication.
Mei Shuang's beautiful eyes widened as she felt flustered under his intense gaze, unable to find her bearings.
Watching Mei Shuang who had just been acting like a big shot now resembling a timid cat, Xiao Luo said softly,
"What? Are you taking the initiative to be punished or should I..."
With a darkened gaze and words so magnetic they could enchant anyone, Mei Shuang felt her heart racing. Hesitantly, she leaned closer, her hands climbing up Xiao Luo's neck. She moved near his ear, gently nibbling on his earlobe and whispering sweetly, "Your Majesty, being punished is a small matter, but playing with fire must..."
"What? Are you saying the Emperor is bending down to put shoes on that seductive woman?"
After being tormented by Sour Plum Soup all night and feeling weak, Consort Chen suddenly exclaimed in shock upon hearing this news.
Not only her, but the several concubines who came to visit Consort Chen were equally astonished. Here, Consort Chen was nearly losing her life because of that woman, while over there, that woman was being favored even more. Is there any justice in this?
At this rate, it was only a matter of time before Consort Chen lost favor; they wouldn't even have a chance to gain it.
"Is the Emperor out of his mind?" Consort Chen stared blankly at the wall and muttered a blasphemous remark.
This shocked everyone present, who hurriedly approached to persuade Consort Chen, "Your Highness must be out of your senses; if the Emperor hears this, it could lead to..."
Struggling to support herself, Consort Chen got up from the bed and stumbled toward the dressing table, frantically saying, "Where is the Emperor? Quickly help me get ready; I need to see him."
Meanwhile, the Emperor mentioned by Consort Chen was currently in the back garden enjoying a moment with Mei Shuang.
Perhaps moved by Xiao Luo's tenderness in the morning, Mei Shuang's cooperation and occasional initiative made their intimacy even more harmonious. For a moment, the spring light behind the curtain was captivating, yet also melancholic.
As emotions deepened, Mei Shuang heard a gentle voice beside her, "Do you still want to leave the palace?"
Mei Shuang's body stiffened. As that moment of ethereal bliss passed, she regained her senses and opened her dazed eyes to look at the man before her, who was slightly panting.
His dark eyes were even deeper than before. Their gazes met, and suddenly, Mei Shuang felt shy and averted her eyes. The man’s thin lips parted slightly, "Answer me."
His voice was soft but left no room for doubt.
Mei Shuang felt a jolt at the back of her head, and the warmth in her body dissipated instantly. She wanted to get up and find a place to think about this question properly, but their bodies were still intertwined, and the immense weight on her made it impossible to move. She managed a bitter smile, "Your Majesty, you are quite heavy. Could you...?"
Xiao Luo did not move; his deep gaze shifted downward, stopping at her fair chest. Suddenly, he lowered his head and gently caressed her delicate skin.
A strong masculine aura spread through her, sending tingling sensations wherever he touched. The heat that had just faded surged back quickly as Mei Shuang trembled and slightly twisted her body. She bit her lip to resist this new wave of desire but ultimately let out a low moan from her throat, yearning for Xiao Luo's next advance...
However, Xiao Luo remained still, not stopping his actions but occasionally pausing to observe Mei Shuang's increasingly flushed face and her sultry gaze.
Eventually, he continued speaking while his fingers lightly traced Mei Shuang's waist. Unable to endure any longer, she suggestively grasped Xiao Luo's back.
Yet Xiao Luo still did not move. Mei Shuang had no choice but to open her eyes; the tumultuous waves of desire within her were becoming uncontrollable. She parted her rosy lips and gasped for breath, "Your Majesty..."
"Beg me..." he said in a deep and powerful tone.
Damn it, "Ahhh, please..."
Mei Shuang leaned forward, her soft chest pressed tightly against the strong chest, and she fiercely bit down on those detestable thin lips. What kind of time was it to still be begging someone?
Xiao Luo then thrust forward, burying his full body into Mei Shuang's warm form...
This time was more intense than ever before, to the point where both of them were panting heavily and drenched in sweat. However, it could not be denied that the ultimate pleasure brought by their passionate entanglement was something neither had experienced before.
As they reached that blissful cloud, Mei Shuang vaguely heard a barely audible voice whispering in her ear, "You will always be my woman; I will not let you leave..."
She couldn't tell if she had heard it in a dream or if it was real. When Mei Shuang woke up, she reflected on those words. Was this the imperious emperor declaring his claim over her? Did he not want her to leave the palace?
Regarding what the Yamataikoku envoy Anriyan had said about them meeting again, Mei Shuang had never taken it seriously, but unexpectedly, his words came true so quickly.
They really did meet again.
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