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"Really?" Wen Tian feigned disinterest, lazily saying, "I've heard you're quite talented, excelling in both literature and martial arts. Minister Tang must dote on you, raising you as if you were his own daughter. Someone like you is bound to be a bit arrogant; there are some things you probably can't do..." She deliberately elongated her final words, her beautiful eyes smiling mockingly at him.
Across the zitan wood table, the two exchanged glances. Wen Tian saw herself reflected in his eyes, like a fox, with an artificial lust that was laid bare.
Startled by this version of herself, Wen Tian instinctively shrank back. Just then, a fair hand suddenly reached across her line of sight, gripping the back of her head firmly. Warm, moist lips pressed down on hers, eagerly pursuing her tongue in a fervent dance.
The sensation was agonizing. Wen Tian couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and embarrassment as she glared at him, but with her mouth sealed shut, she couldn't muster even a hint of protest.
"Now do you believe I can do it?" he asked with a sinister smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Get lost!" Wen Tian grabbed a piece of paper from the table and threw it at him furiously.
"It seems His Majesty is not too pleased with my performance," he remarked.
"Terrible," Wen Tian spat out resentfully.
Tang Zhiyun raised an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed. Instead, he looked at her with keen interest and said, "Then I must give it my all this time."
A bad premonition stirred within her, causing Wen Tian's emotions to spike. She panicked and asked, " Tang Zhiyun, what are you planning to do?"
Before she could finish speaking, her collar was suddenly yanked. She felt herself lifted off the ground and then roughly thrown down again, her waist colliding painfully against the hard edge of the table. The pain made her wince involuntarily as a warm hand slipped inside her clothing, causing Wen Tian to gasp sharply.
"Unruly!" she narrowed her eyes and shouted in anger, though deep down she couldn't hide her fear and trepidation.
"I've heard that when Your Majesty is in high spirits, you can indulge anywhere, even using the sky as a blanket and the earth as a bed. I wonder if you've ever played in this solemn Feng Chen Hall?" Tang Zhiyun's voice was soft yet carried an extraordinary magnetism that was hard to resist.
Wen Tian's face shifted through shades of blue, red, and white; she felt deeply embarrassed and incredulous. His large hand roamed freely over her body like a serpent, awakening all her senses.
Desire flushed her cheeks, and for some reason, Tang Zhiyun couldn't tear his gaze away from her, especially her slightly parted red lips that seemed to beckon him. Unconsciously, he leaned down, gently tasting her warm, moist lips, savoring them with light kisses that didn’t delve deeper.
However, Wen Tian trembled at his touch, feeling an intense heat rising within her. She understood what this meant; she just couldn't fathom how sensitive she had become. She chose to blame it all on the nature of this body she inhabited.
Yes, it must be that way. The previous owner of this body had been too promiscuous, causing her to soften and surrender so quickly beneath Tang Zhiyun.
Her mind went blank, and after letting out an involuntary moan from her red lips, she heard Tang Zhiyun's unabashed low laughter beside her: "Your Majesty certainly gets carried away quickly."
At his words, Wen Tian's expression changed dramatically; she felt an urge to tear Tang Zhiyun apart.
Looking at the mountain of memorials piled high on the table, Wen Tian picked up a pen and sighed as she rubbed her forehead, wishing she could pretend not to see them.
"Your Majesty, this is an urgent memorial sent from eight hundred miles away. Would you like to read it first?" Yu Huan entered quietly, holding a stack of documents.
"Just set it aside for now," Wen Tian replied, gesturing to a free corner of the table. It didn’t matter which pile she looked at first; they were all sent by swift horses from eight hundred miles away.
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