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That night
The Emperor and Jiang Youlan lay side by side on the enormous bed in his chamber, each covered by their own blanket, yet both lost in their own thoughts.
The Emperor had never seen Jiang Youlan so silent for such a long time; it felt strange to him, as if he were lying next to a stranger. An uncomfortable sensation washed over him.
Suddenly, he felt an urge to provoke Jiang Youlan into speaking. He thought that if she were there, chattering away, he would surely fall asleep quickly.
After pondering for a moment, the Emperor decided to break the silence himself: “Hey…”
“Your Majesty…” Just then, a voice called from outside the door.
“Your Majesty, we have urgent matters to report…”
As the Eunuch announced this, several ministers' voices followed from outside. The Emperor's heart sank.
Just when he feared the worst, it happened for the first time he brought her into his bedroom—he was met with a group of ministers… Wait, why should I be afraid?!
A sudden panic gripped the Emperor. He turned his head and saw that when the Eunuch called for him, Jiang Youlan had quietly shrunk deeper under the blanket, revealing only her long black hair.
He took a deep breath and feigned sleepiness, mumbling in a drowsy voice, “Come in.”
But as the door connecting the bedroom to the outer hall opened slightly, the candlelight from outside flooded in, and the Emperor's heart leaped into his throat—
Why was Jiang Youlan's palace attire outside the bed?!
He stared nervously at the palace attire, silently praying: Please don’t let them notice; please don’t let them notice.
Several ministers entered one after another, accompanied by a rarely seen National Master who had long secluded himself from the world.
As the National Master walked in, he muttered, “Your Majesty, I just observed the heavens tonight and noticed changes in the Zi Wei star and movements of the Hong Luan star. It seems there is now a most suitable candidate for Empress. Your position is still vacant… Ah? What is this?”
As he walked further in, his foot slipped slightly. Looking down in confusion, he spotted a corner of shimmering purple satin.
The National Master slowly lifted his foot, and the eyes of the ministers followed his gaze.
The Emperor helplessly closed his eyes in despair, preparing to face the impending "honest counsel"...
"Your Majesty... I’m so scared..." A delicate female voice suddenly broke the tense atmosphere in the palace, strikingly similar to that of the charming Consort.
Jiang Youlan stretched out a hand from under the covers, tugging at the Emperor's collar, her eyes blinking at him with an unmistakable hint.
The Emperor quickly understood Jiang Youlan's meaning. He cleared his throat and voluntarily pulled back the curtains, sitting up. His sharp gaze swept over the ministers present, his face displaying clear displeasure at being disturbed.
He then turned around and slowly adjusted the bedding of the Consort sleeping beside him, covering her face.
All the ministers, including the National Master, instinctively shifted their attention to Jiang Youlan as the Emperor made his move.
The weather was hot, and the bedding was thin; although her face was hidden, her graceful figure was hard to conceal.
"Please don't misunderstand, Your Majesties. I’m just afraid of thunder and had to come find His Majesty. I will leave shortly and won’t do anything inappropriate to trouble you," came a muffled voice from under the covers. The ministers couldn't help but feel their hearts flutter, their faces slightly flushed.
While it was indeed sympathetic that the Consort was afraid of thunder, the National Master curiously asked, "But there hasn't been any thunder today?"
The Emperor immediately interjected, "Perhaps the National Master is getting on in years and has poor hearing?" His eyes carried a warning as they slowly scanned over the others.
The rest of them broke into a cold sweat, with someone quietly reminding the National Master from behind, "There are three unfilial acts, and having no descendants is the worst."
The Emperor still had no sons or daughters to this day.
The National Master's voice gradually weakened. "Then what about that banana peel on the floor…"
Huh? A banana peel?
The Emperor froze for a moment as he indeed spotted a banana peel beneath Palace Attire. He was momentarily at a loss for words on how to explain it.
The ministers waiting below grew impatient. "National Master, my Emperor is wealthy beyond measure; can we not even discard a banana peel?"
"Forgive me, forgive me, I shall take my leave at once..."
The National Master’s face flushed crimson as he bent his back and led the other ministers out.
Yet, as they walked away, he seemed reluctant and discreetly lifted his eyelids to glance back at the Emperor.
Sensing the National Master's gaze, a wave of inexplicable annoyance surged within the Emperor's heart.
He snorted coldly, and in the instant the National Master and the others exited, he suddenly pulled back a corner of Jiang Youlan's blanket.
Jiang Youlan's cheek flickered in the candlelight; before she could fully comprehend, the Emperor's face was already close, blocking everyone's view once more.
"Mm—" Jiang Youlan's eyes widened in disbelief.
In an instant, a blush spread from her neck, coloring her ears and cheeks, her eyes glistening with tears, making her look exceptionally charming. The Emperor kissed her again and again, suddenly realizing that this woman who always troubled him and left him helpless was, at this moment, so beautiful that he couldn't look away.
"Oh... they kissed!"
The National Master thought to himself, finally too afraid to question further. He self-righteously closed the door behind him as he left.
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