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In the imperial study, the Emperor held a vermilion brush for reviewing memorials, its tip hovering in mid-air. The ink had begun to dry, yet he hesitated to put it to paper, fearing that once he did, he would be unable to resist writing the words "Kill Without Mercy."
"You are the most beautiful cloud in my sky, let me keep you close to my heart... Yo yo check it out, a set of jianbing guozi, do you want scallions, ginger, garlic, and chili... Black dog! Black dog! Yo yo check it out..."
The usually quiet and solemn imperial study was abruptly filled with this lively song.
The ministers could no longer endure the cacophony and hastily excused themselves, leaving the Emperor alone to face the whirlwind of color and strange melodies swirling around him.
After spinning for quite some time, the "thing" finally came to a halt, lifting one leg and gracefully sitting on the jade table before him.
Jiang Youlan had become increasingly audacious in just a month due to the Emperor's deliberate indulgence.
She recalled her original identity as a star who refused to fade into obscurity and was full of expressiveness. As a celebrity, she possessed a unique aesthetic sense for fashion.
True to her reputation, she had brought modern trends of bold red lips and smoky eyes into an era where conservative beauty was the norm.
At that moment, she wore a low-cut mermaid gown made from the pink sheer curtains of the Noble Consort's Chamber, with a long scarf fashioned from white silk used by palace maids for hanging. In her hand was a precious peony plucked from the imperial garden, and her face was adorned with ghostly makeup as she beamed at the Emperor. "Your Majesty... come smile for your servant..."
The Emperor pinched the brush handle and glanced at her silently before politely turning his head away as if he hadn't seen her.
"Your Majesty..." Jiang Youlan employed her modern media charm, her voice trailing off melodiously as if dripping with sweetness. "Your Majesty, look at me! Let me dance for you..."
Her mermaid gown not only accentuated her ample bosom but also showcased her long, fair legs.
She was confident; even in the twenty-first century, she had been crowned as the top leggy star by the media. "Let me show you my leg dance... Girl Generation, do you know? Of course you don’t! Let me dance for you—baby baby baby sarahai..."
The Emperor could no longer tolerate her antics. He quickly turned to glance at her again before pursing his lips and swiftly turning away.
Jiang Youlan keenly noticed that the emperor's ears were gradually turning red, and a hint of pink had crept onto his face. Whether it was due to anger or embarrassment, she couldn't tell.
Recalling the gaze that had lingered just below her neck, she smiled mischievously and asked the back of the emperor's head, "You really do prefer women with big breasts, don't you?"
The emperor shivered slightly but did not respond.
Jiang Youlan twirled around with a triumphant air. "I knew it! I'm certain of it. The first time we met, you squeezed my chest. And looking at the concubines in your palace, their status seems to be determined by their bust size. That Jiang Changzai is too young—tch, not suitable at all. But you, my noble consort, well, at least you're a D—"
The emperor felt his head buzzing from her antics. He had never encountered a woman like her in his life; all his royal training and decorum crumbled before her.
He suddenly shouted and turned to Jiang Youlan, all semblance of his usual composure gone, now in a state of flustered agitation. "Yes! I like women with big breasts! So what?"
His pale face flushed crimson as he pointed a trembling finger at Jiang Youlan. "Don't talk about me; everyone knows you like me!"
Jiang Youlan retorted loudly, "Who likes you? Don't slander me!"
The emperor scoffed. "If you don't like me, why do you follow me everywhere? You even have to accompany me to bed at night! If you didn't like me, why would you stick around?"
"Because!" Jiang Youlan shot back with fierce determination but suddenly found herself at a loss for words.
The emperor's eyes sparkled with confidence as if he was already convinced beyond doubt that he didn't need Jiang Youlan's consent to make his claim.
Noticing that Jiang Youlan had finally fallen silent after her earlier outburst, he felt a rare sense of satisfaction—something he had never experienced even when ascending the throne or dealing with rebellious ministers.
He glanced down at the pensive Jiang Youlan and walked outside the study with his hands behind his back. "I am going to rest now."
Jiang Youlan let out a soft "oh" and blankly followed behind him.
The Emperor gritted his teeth and said, "I only mentioned it; I didn’t ask you to follow me."
Jiang Youlan seemed lost in her thoughts, nearly in a daze. When she heard the Emperor trying to dismiss her, she looked up at him with a sincere yet confused gaze and said, "Why shouldn’t I follow you? Don’t you like women with ample chests? Look at me, I have one."
In the end, the Emperor still led Jiang Youlan to the entrance of his chambers.
Usually, when Jiang Youlan reached the entrance of the Emperor's quarters, she would sensibly stop and head to her own room to rest. However, this time, the Emperor kept walking until he reached the door of his bedroom. The footsteps behind him did not cease, and he could no longer pretend not to see her. He abruptly stopped and turned around, asking, "Are you planning to follow me all the way…?"
With her head down as she walked, Jiang Youlan bumped into the Emperor with a thud, her forehead colliding with his shoulder. The impact sent a jolt through his shoulder, leaving it tingling, not to mention how disoriented Jiang Youlan appeared.
He wondered if his earlier comments about preferences had somehow provoked the woman before him.
The Emperor's gaze deepened as he looked at this stunning beauty who was striking in both looks and figure when she was quiet. He thought to himself that revealing her feelings so easily must not be pleasant for her.
Seeing Jiang Youlan's flushed forehead and glistening eyes, the Emperor felt an inexplicable softness in his heart.
Although she wasn’t an official consort, it wouldn’t matter much if he brought her inside.
With that thought in mind, the Emperor took a step back indulgently, then another step back.
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