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The Empress had not been enjoying her moment for long when her personal maid knocked and entered.
The maid, aware that the Empress was once again entangled with Imperial Physician Song, lowered her head to report, "Your Majesty, the Regent has arrived at the palace gates and wishes to inquire about your health."
"Understood. You may leave," the Empress replied.
Although accustomed to acting as she pleased, the Empress knew that if her yet-to-be-conquered "lover" caught wind of her indiscretions within the palace, the consequences would be dire.
Without hesitation, she tossed Song Yang onto the bed, covered him with a blanket, and swiftly concealed any evidence of their encounter. She then lowered the curtains and removed her elaborate deep red robes, leaving only her undergarments before lying back on the bed to summon the Regent.
To show respect, she made a show of "struggling" to rise from the bed, leaning against the edge as she parted the curtains slightly. "Regent, you have worked hard. I suddenly developed a severe headache tonight. Imperial Physician Song said that I just need to rest for one night."
"Since Imperial Physician Song says so, it must be true," the Regent replied. He glanced around but saw nothing unusual. "I originally intended to look for Imperial Physician Song but did not expect him to be absent from your side."
One hand hidden beneath the blanket, the Empress grasped Song Yang's hot hand, making subtle movements while letting one leg hook over him. She was confident that Song Yang would remain silent, emboldening her to tease him further.
While engaging in this secretive play with Song Yang, she gazed at the Regent with longing and said softly, "He is not here; it’s fine. As long as I am here, that is all that matters, isn’t it?"
The Regent approached the Empress's couch, taking an interested glance around before his gaze finally settled on her exposed wrist. However, he quickly withdrew his probing eyes—some things were better left unseen.
"Dismissed," he said coldly.
As the Regent walked away, the Empress's expression immediately changed.
She pressed down on Song Yang while leaning closer to observe his increasingly flushed face and the barely concealed anger in his eyes, feeling the rising heat emanating from him. With a captivating smile that could enchant anyone, she said, "Isn't this feeling of illicit passion thrilling? Doesn't it surpass any aphrodisiac?"
In her early twenties, the woman possessed a stunning beauty that was almost mesmerizing, appearing particularly vivid in the dim light.
Her warm breath brushed against his ear, and suddenly she nibbled on his earlobe, sending a wave of tingling sensations throughout his body, nearly overwhelming him.
Enduring this dual torment, Song Yang relied on his remarkable willpower to resist the urge to flip her over and pin her beneath him.
Her hands began to wander restlessly downward as she laughed boldly, "My dear minister, your skills have truly improved. In the past, when I threw several women before you, you wouldn’t even touch them. Yet now… it seems your impotence has miraculously healed."
"The Empress may not realize that you yourself are the best aphrodisiac. With both factors combined, the effect is magnified a hundredfold. I must thank you for this," Song Yang replied, playfully deflecting her advances.
"Your words suggest you're trying to evade responsibility. Who was it that once told me they would brave fire and water just to see me united with the Regent? Do you wish to be accused of treason at the last moment?"
With a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, the Empress's grip remained firm as she pressed Song Yang's hand aside, their skin touching. "I have long resided in the depths of the palace. Since Emperor Xian's passing, my practical experience has been limited. The Regent is battle-hardened; even with favorable circumstances on my side, if we were to engage directly, I fear I would be utterly defeated! If you truly wish to repay me, why not practice your skills for me?"
"I have never trained soldiers before; I fear it would only lead to losses on your part and harm your esteemed health," Song Yang replied, struggling to maintain his composure as he could no longer suppress a soft groan.
The Empress bit down on Song Yang's Adam's apple and began to strip him of his clothes. He moved slightly, and the words "Treason against the Emperor" came crashing down upon him.
Song Yang, who prided himself on being a cowardly survivor, found himself yielding to the Empress's whims under the weight of those words.
The Empress was skilled in manipulation, and before long, she had driven Song Yang into a corner. Reluctantly, he accepted her imperial decree and took up arms, dedicating himself to training the troops with a balanced approach.
Ultimately, he disregarded the command from above and pinned the Empress beneath him, increasing the intensity of their training until she was nearly exhausted.
To his surprise, after their close combat, blood was shed. When the dust settled, Song Yang's expression was quite complex; he remained speechless for a moment.
The Empress casually remarked, "You truly have strong soldiers, my dear minister, but you still lack some experience. This time I have been injured because of you. If it happens again, I shall accuse you of attempted assassination."
Song Yang's expression was inscrutable, causing a flicker of fear in the exhausted Empress's heart.
However, what had happened could not be undone. The Empress steeled herself and sent Song Yang away.
To her astonishment, he did not expose her.
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