Chapter 66:

Layue saw the emperor and was momentarily startled before quickly stepping forward and bowing slightly, “Your Majesty, I greet you.”

She felt puzzled in her heart—why would the emperor appear here at this hour? It was indeed strange.

Seeing her expression change in an instant, Emperor Jing’s eyes darkened again. From his angle, he could see the hollow of her hairline. This little girl, perhaps she wasn’t as composed as she usually appeared?

As if discovering something intriguing, the emperor reached out and lifted her chin, scrutinizing her closely.

Her slightly reddened eyes and the tears welling up in them stirred a surge of emotion within him.

“Staring at me with those big eyes—are you trying to seduce me?”

The emperor helped her rise but, disregarding etiquette, casually wrapped his arm around her waist. This was something absolutely unthinkable in the past. Layue quickly regained her composure.

“Your Majesty is my sky and my beloved. If I don’t seduce you, who else should I seduce?”

The emperor laughed heartily and instructed Lai Xi nearby, “Have dinner ready at Tingyu Pavilion tonight.”

Then, leaning close to her ear, he softly whispered, “Since Yue’er wishes to seduce me, how could I disappoint a beauty’s affection?”

Embracing Layue, he returned with her to Tingyu Pavilion. Everyone was surprised to see their mistress had gone out to see someone off, but now returned with the emperor. Though surprised, they were also delighted—serving a favored mistress was always better than serving one who had never received the emperor’s affection.

Inside the pavilion, the windows were slightly open, creating a chill in the air.

Layue had always had this habit—she liked to open the windows even in winter. Jinxin couldn’t stop her mistress from doing so, so she would open the windows briefly when Layue wasn’t around or during the warmest part of the day to air out the room.

Since the previous incident involving poisoning through spices, Tingyu Pavilion had rarely used spices anymore. Others thought it was because Rong Chun was still traumatized, but they didn’t know that Layue herself had never been particularly fond of spices. However, in the palace, one must maintain consistency with others to avoid drawing unwanted attention. Initially being different would inevitably attract suspicion. Fortunately, this incident gave her a perfect excuse, so she gladly stopped using them.

Upon entering the inner chamber, a gust of cold wind hit them, and the emperor showed displeasure.

“How do you serve your mistress? Leaving the windows open in such cold weather—do you think her body is too strong?”

Jinxin and Apricot quickly knelt down.

Layue hastily tugged at the emperor’s sleeve, “Your Majesty, don’t blame them. It was my order.”

“Oh?” The emperor turned his gaze back to Layue.

“I like the fresh air outside. They knew it was cold and only opened the window when I was away.”

The emperor nodded and told them to rise. Jinxin quickly shut the window.

“You really are a bit reckless. Regardless of your preferences, it’s winter now, and this year is even colder than usual. Why don’t you take care of yourself?”

Looking at his demeanor today, he seemed genuinely affectionate, but Layue knew in her heart that wasn’t the case.

She laughed sweetly, “I’m not that fragile.”

As he played with her hair, the emperor looked at her delicate figure and noticed she had already recovered from her earlier vulnerability and sadness.

He waved everyone out and pointed at his own robe. Layue couldn’t help but laugh.

Pretending to be puzzled, she tilted her head and asked, “Your Majesty, what do you mean?”

The emperor gave her a light slap on her buttocks. Her cute, perky bottom was something he particularly enjoyed spanking.

Initially, Layue had felt somewhat shy about it, but over time she had grown used to it.

Pouting, she leaned against him, “Your Majesty, this habit of yours isn’t very good. If you want something, why not just say it directly?”

Seeing her provoke him like this, the emperor couldn’t help but laugh, “Is that so? If I don’t say it, you wouldn’t understand?”

The girl nodded matter-of-factly.

Seeing her like this, the emperor felt even more delighted, “Since you don’t understand, then I shall demonstrate more clearly.”

Saying so, he began tearing at Layue’s clothes. She covered her chest and murmured, “Engaging in intimacy in daylight? How could Your Majesty do this?”

The emperor chuckled at her act, “The sun has already set.”

“We haven’t had dinner yet.”

“Am I not already possessing it at this very moment?” He lifted Layue into his embrace and tossed her onto the bed.

Rubbing her sore bottom, Layue inwardly cursed. This bastard had terrible habits in bed—he liked throwing her onto the bed, tearing her clothes, holding her hands above her head, and even biting her.

Without paying attention to Layue’s occasional daze, the emperor had already leaned over her.

He gently moved his lips up and down her body.

His mouth hungrily kissed her neck.

They hadn’t been intimate for a while, and the emperor was visibly excited. Layue, however, was unusually obedient at this moment.

Tracing his lips along her body, the emperor sucked on one of her perky mounds.

Layue placed her hands on his shoulders, biting her red lips, her eyes unfocused.

The emperor wasn’t particularly fond of Layue herself—perhaps he merely had some slight affection for her—but he was extremely fond of her body. Every time he touched her, he found it hard to control himself.

She didn’t need to do much to entice him; simply looking at him made him think of the sweetness they had shared.

Her delicate, youthful face, tempting body, and phoenix eyes all exuded a seductive charm.

Pressing his lips against hers, the emperor thrust his tongue into her mouth, kissing her passionately, as if he wanted to devour her.

Even the emperor himself found this somewhat inexplicable. He wasn’t lacking in women—even without Layue, there were others. Yet, whenever he touched her soft, tender body, he always lost control, becoming someone unrecognizable even to himself.

Layue tried to push his tongue away with hers but failed, which only made him more frenzied, sucking even harder.

Not only that, he tore off her undergarments and, gripping his hardened member, thrust into her without hesitation.

“This must be what they call the joy of marital bliss,” he whispered in her ear.

He began moving back and forth.

His large hands slid across her buttocks, occasionally pinching them.

Layue wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder.

She looked utterly helpless and vulnerable.

Under his deliberate provocation, Layue bit her lips hard, trying to suppress her moans, but his relentless pounding made it impossible to hold back.

Her pitiful, pleading expression only made the emperor even more unrestrained.

His lean waist and hips moved relentlessly back and forth. Feeling her tight inner walls, the emperor’s breathing grew heavier and heavier. His forehead veins bulged, but he still showed no sign of slowing down.

His hands roamed all over her body, and his movements never ceased. Layue couldn’t help but cry.

“No, no, no… stop, you’re bullying me. Be gentle…”

His manhood was particularly vigorous. Hearing her soft, pleading voice only made it swell even more. Without hesitation, he flipped her over.

Thrusting into her again forcefully.

He didn’t let her lie on her stomach but instead kept her suspended halfway, making his movements even more unrestrained.

She knew very well that pleading with him at this moment would be useless, but she still kept begging, whispering sweet words she knew he liked, hoping he might show some mercy.

Even without any previous experience with others, she knew the emperor was undoubtedly exceptional in this aspect. He always brought her to the brink of ecstasy and agony. The force of his thrusts was unbearable, eventually making her cry until she lost her voice.

Even so, he didn’t stop. He kept going for quite a while until, with a low groan, he thrust dozens of times forcefully and finally collapsed on top of her, emptying himself into her body.

Seeing tears streaming down her face, the emperor seemed to finally notice her discomfort and felt a pang of sympathy.

He rolled over, pulling her on top of him, and covered them both with the quilt.

His large hand gently patted her back, as if to soothe her.

“Why are you crying so much? Was it really that unbearable?”

She softly sobbed and nodded.

His hand moved between her legs, intending to check.

Her face flushed even more, and she tightly clenched her thighs, refusing to let him.

“I’m just checking if you’re hurt.”

She quickly shook her head, “No, no. Your Majesty, please don’t.”

Even if she was hurt, she wouldn’t let him touch or see it.

They hadn’t been intimate for a while, and suddenly enduring his aggressive intrusion was naturally too much for her.

The emperor insisted. Not only that, he sat up and pulled the quilt aside, determined to look.

She softly protested, “Your Majesty, no, no…”

The emperor looked at her and, with a little force, spread her legs. She covered her face in shame, unable to bear the sight.

His gaze fell on her private area, noticing some redness and swelling. The emperor realized he had been a bit too hasty just now. But then again, the moment he touched her body, he always lost control. And since she hadn’t engaged in this for a while and was still young, she had become even tighter.

“I’ll have someone fetch some ointment for you. Applying it will make you feel better.”

Layue refused to move her hands, still trying to hide. The emperor didn’t mind and smiled, calling for Lai Xi to fetch the ointment. Lai Xi didn’t enter the room but simply responded with a low “Yes” from outside.

Layue knew that relying on beauty and sensuality to please others was not sustainable. But the man in question was Emperor Yan Che. She closed her eyes, hidden from view. Yan Che didn’t need anything else—he only needed pleasure from sex.

She still had to walk this path.

A sigh echoed in her heart.