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Yes, what about the Lustful Monarch? She is human too, and she can get angry. When she does, the consequences can be quite severe!
On this day, in the grand hall, the ministers' scoldings and pleas rose and fell like a tide.
Emerald Flower sat on the Imperial Bed, listening to the incessant chatter, her anger burning hotter by the moment. Her face turned increasingly pale, and finally, unable to contain herself any longer, she stood up abruptly.
With a loud crash, she forcefully pushed over the table in front of her, which fell to the ground with a heavy thud.
Immediately after, she strode confidently into the midst of the ministers, her gaze radiating an undeniable authority.
"Do I need your approval on whom I choose to marry? Are you all just waiting for our Dongliang Kingdom to end so you can be satisfied?" Her voice was sharp and piercing, echoing through the hall and making everyone's eardrums throb slightly.
A sudden silence fell over the hall; no one dared to make a sound.
The ministers bowed their heads, not daring to breathe too loudly for fear of provoking the furious Sovereign.
Emerald Flower's gaze swept across everyone before finally landing on Chancellor Ye.
" Chancellor Ye, your vehement opposition to my appointing a national teacher as my consort—are you perhaps trying to recommend your son?"
She narrowed her eyes slightly, a meaningful smile curling at her lips. "I've seen that boy; he's delicate and charming with rosy lips and white teeth. What do you think about him becoming my consort?"
Upon hearing this, Chancellor Ye turned pale as a ghost.
"Your Majesty, I beg you to spare my underage son!" He could no longer maintain his composure, crying and pleading with a trembling voice as if he could already envision his son's tragic future.
Emerald Flower scoffed dismissively and walked past Chancellor Ye to Grand Commandant Liu.
She extended her finger and lightly lifted one of Grand Commandant Liu's whiskers, wearing a playful smile. " Grand Commandant Liu, look at you; you are quite an intriguing handsome man. I wonder what it would be like to spend time with you?"
Grand Commandant Liu felt a chill run down his spine; his legs went weak, and with a thud, he knelt on the ground. His voice trembled as he said, "I am terrified! Your Majesty, I would never dare entertain such thoughts."
At this moment, all the ministers clustered to one side like they were avoiding a plague, arms crossed over their chests. They looked at their Sovereign with a mixture of fear and helplessness, as if they were staring at an impending disaster.
An atmosphere of suffocating despair enveloped the grand hall, as if an invisible weight pressed down on everyone's hearts.
At that moment, Leng Qinghuai stepped out from the crowd. Dressed in a flowing white robe, he stood out in the oppressive atmosphere like a plum blossom blooming in the cold winter.
"Your Majesty, have you had enough of this ruckus?" He sighed softly, his snow-white attire contrasting sharply with the tension around him as he calmly blocked Emerald Flower's path.
Upon seeing Leng Qinghuai, Emerald Flower's previously fiery gaze softened slightly. She resembled a mischievous child caught in the act, staring at her own fingers while blinking innocently. Her tone carried a hint of playful teasing: "You're so mean, knowing I've liked you for so many years and still asking me that?"
Leng Qinghuai felt a chill run down his spine at her words and instinctively took a step back.
He found it difficult to adapt to Emerald Flower's direct and passionate expression of feelings. "Your Majesty, you..."
Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Emerald Flower.
Seeing Leng Qinghuai's awkward expression, a sense of mischievous delight surged within her.
She wickedly licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with fervor. Suddenly, she grabbed Leng Qinghuai's delicate hand and declared loudly with all her strength, "National Master, I want to marry you! I want to share a bed with you!"
This shocking confession was like a thunderclap, instantly causing an uproar throughout the Dongliang Kingdom.
The ministers were left dumbfounded, some even questioning whether they had misheard.
Leng Qinghuai's face turned crimson, nearly as red as blood.
Embarrassed and angry, he prepared to turn away; he simply could not endure being so openly declared love for in front of so many people.
However, just as he turned around, the pale-faced ministers clung to his legs like they had grasped a lifeline.
In unison, they cried out, "Grand Master, please save the people!"
Leng Qinghuai helplessly closed his eyes, filled with bitterness.
He never expected to find himself in such a predicament.
At that moment, a previous experience suddenly flashed through his mind.
It was during a trip he took to a villa outside the city for a relaxing bath that the sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting shimmering reflections on the hot spring pool. The surface of the water sparkled, and steam rose gently into the air. He comfortably soaked in the hot spring, closing his eyes to savor this rare moment of tranquility.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt a stir in his heart, as if sensing something. He turned around abruptly. In that instant, he caught sight of a familiar figure outside the window—it was none other than Emerald Flower.
She was leaning on the windowsill, her eyes wide open, staring at him without blinking, her face adorned with a dreamy smile.
Leng Qinghuai felt a mix of shock and anger; he never expected Emerald Flower would find her way here to spy on him while he bathed.
Just as he was about to erupt in fury, he noticed that Emerald Flower showed no signs of embarrassment at being discovered. Instead, she waved at him cheerfully and said, “Consort, you look truly beautiful!”
At this thought, a hint of bitterness crossed Leng Qinghuai's face.
Could he never escape from her?
The next day, an Imperial Edict was posted: the Emperor and the National Master were to be married, and the entire nation would celebrate with three days of holiday for all civil and military officials.
Upon seeing the Imperial Edict, the common people shed tears of sympathy.
In their hearts, that gentle and jade-like Grand Master was sacrificing his youthful body for the sake of the country—a truly poignant and moving act.
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