Layue noticed that the Emperor’s habits were really not very good; tearing clothes was absolutely unacceptable. However, she didn’t need to worry too much, since the Emperor had torn her clothes, he would naturally find a way to take care of her.
“You’re the boldest girl I have ever seen,” Emperor Jing’s hands roamed over Layue’s body, admiring the smoothness of her skin. No wonder she was so young.
“I just want to serve the Emperor well.” She pouted and pecked a kiss on his bare chest, provoking a soft laugh from him.
“Aren’t you afraid that I will look down on you for behaving like this?” His eyes flickered slightly as he spoke, but Layue failed to catch it.
Layue remained silent for a long time after hearing his words. After a while, she propped herself up on her elbows to look at him. Her eyes were glistening and she stared at him intensely.
“Really? Will you, Your Majesty? Will you despise me?”
Normally, Emperor Jing would have immediately said no—he was skilled at soothing women. Even as an emperor, he was still a man.
But seeing her anxious and uncertain eyes, he swallowed his words and simply looked at her.
It seemed he rather enjoyed seeing her nervousness.
As if, he was truly important.
His hesitation made her even more anxious. Seeing her obvious distress, Emperor Jing smiled and pinched her cheek.
“No, I would never abandon you.”
Sure enough, she immediately beamed with joy.
“I knew it, I knew you would like me. I’m so obedient and understanding. Although I’m not as pretty as them, I know how to please you the most…” After recovering, she murmured sweetly, occasionally praising herself, which amused the Emperor.
“Yue’er, how old are you this year? You certainly don’t look like a child anymore.”
“Thirteen. Your Majesty, I like it when you call me Yue’er.” She replied sweetly.
No wonder she was so young.
“Why do you like it when I call you Yue’er?”
Layue wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered, “I really don’t like it when you call me ‘beauty.’ I think every older sister in the palace is your beauty, but only I am your Yue’er.”
This jealousy was strong, yet she spoke of it so casually, her deep emotions making Emperor Jing look at the girl in his arms more carefully.
“Your Majesty, will you call me Yue’er in the future? Only Yue’er, okay?” She begged, looking up at him.
He studied her small face carefully. Thirteen—still just a child.
“Alright. Only you will be my Yue’er.”
“You’ve torn my clothes again, Your Majesty. This makes things really difficult for me,” she muttered in complaint. However, the coquettish tone in her voice made Emperor Jing feel a pleasant tingle.
“Do you think I would treat you poorly? Don’t worry, Lai Xi will handle this matter.”
Sure enough, a moment later, Lai Xi entered with a pinkish-purple dress, similar in color to what she had worn earlier.
The Emperor naturally couldn’t stay here for long. Besides, they had already been intimate for several hours.
“Help me clean up.” Of course, this wasn’t directed at Lai Xi.
Layue obediently stepped forward. He still had his clothes on, but “cleaning up” really meant cleaning a certain area. Layue’s face flushed. Her teasing was one thing, but having to clean him in broad daylight, especially there, made her feel very shy.
“You claimed you wished to serve me well. Why are you blushing now?” He teased with a smile.
Layue didn’t reply. Her face flushed as she wrung out the towel and knelt down. At that moment, besides her bashfulness, she was overwhelmed by a mix of indescribable emotions—grievance, sorrow… Yet none of it mattered. What truly counted was serving this man well.
She timidly looked up at him and, steeling herself, pulled down his undergarments.
His important part sprang up, and as she looked at it with wide, moist eyes, she felt a surge of emotion. How could it look so unattractive?
Perhaps because she was staring, it began to stir, raising its head aggressively.
Actually, Emperor Jing wasn’t particularly lustful. Looking at the number of concubines in his harem, even after adding the twenty-one new ones, there were only twenty-nine in total.
For an imperial household, this was the smallest number in history.
Moreover, in previous years, he had only eight concubines.
Although the number of concubines was small, he had considerable experience. In his younger days as the Crown Prince, he had indulged in pleasures—famous courtesans and martial heroines were not unknown to him.
His techniques in seduction were numerous, and the graceful beauty of the palace women had their own charm.
Yet only this Shen Layue, seemingly bold but actually inexperienced, combined both innocence and boldness, making her uniquely appealing.
She knelt there somewhat aggrieved, her small hand clutching the cloth, her gaze fixed on his member—appearing both stunned and frightened, yet still radiating a peculiar allure.
“What? Aren’t you going to serve?”
When he spoke, Layue quickly snapped out of her daze. She had been too shocked.
Gathering her courage, she mentally prepared herself. What was there to fear? After all, they had done even more daring things before.
Her small hand reached out, her eyelashes fluttering. Though she appeared calm, Emperor Jing knew she was nervous and perhaps even afraid.
After a while, she finally finished cleaning him up, pulling his clothes back into place. He once again looked like a refined gentleman, while she looked like a flower freshly watered.
Her face was now flushed with red.
Emperor Jing patted her cheek.
“You’ve done that already, yet you’re still so shy…” His tone was teasing.
Layue stomped her foot and pouted. “How can you mock me like this? This is different from…”
Fortunately, Emperor Jing was very fond of her acting like a shy young girl.
“Different? I don’t understand. Explain it to me, Yue’er?” He whispered in her ear, clearly teasing her.
No matter how mature Layue seemed, she was still a thirteen-year-old girl. Looking at her neck and flushed face, he couldn’t resist teasing her.
“It just is different,” she said, even more embarrassed.
Seeing her awkwardness, Emperor Jing felt even more pleased.
“How can you bully me like this…” She turned and moved away, standing by the window instead.
“Bully you? I didn’t bully you. Didn’t you say it was different? I just agreed with you. Now you’re blaming me? I feel wronged.” He pulled her into his arms and closed the window.
Layue was at a loss for words, her eyes wide as she looked at him.
Perhaps seeing her genuine embarrassment, Emperor Jing finally stopped teasing her.
“Alright, alright. I won’t tease you anymore. It’s getting late. Go back early; you must be tired. Take a warm bath and rest well. I’ll visit you tomorrow.”
Emperor Jing rarely changed his decisions for others. He had already decided to visit Fu Jinyao tonight, so he wouldn’t change that.
Therefore, he didn’t promise to visit her tonight, but he spoke very sweetly. He had no qualms about saying sweet words to beauties he favored, but when it came to matters of status or position, that was another matter entirely.
Although Layue didn’t know he had already decided on Fu Jinyao, she understood his character. When he wasn’t looking, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.
“I’ll wait for you. You should also rest well.” Though she said this, she clutched at his robe.
Emperor Yan Che, watching her antics, pinched her cheek and sat with her on the couch.
“Why are you so clingy? I’m reluctant to leave you now.” Flattering words were always pleasing.
Her beautiful phoenix eyes were shy and bashful. “If you don’t want to leave, then don’t. Yue’er just wants to serve the Emperor.”
Though she looked shy, her words were bold. Considering her previous boldness combined with her serving him earlier, Emperor Jing realized that Shen Layue wasn’t actually skilled in seduction. She could tease a little at first, but afterward, she was just a shy little flower, yet she insisted on acting this way. It made him feel a pleasant tingle.
She was like a little rabbit pretending to be a fox, pretending she was doing well, and it made him want to laugh.
Yet he also knew that it was precisely this side of her that made him value her more. He wouldn’t withhold his favor from a woman who could please him. Moreover, Shen Layue didn’t come from a noble family, which made him feel even more at ease.
Layue leaned in Emperor Jing’s arms, her heart pounding.
She wasn’t pretending; her heart was genuinely racing, and she was truly nervous and shy. Even though she had served him for ten years, she had only been intimate with him a few years ago, and later fell out of favor without any titles.
Back then, she hadn’t seen his body so directly. Now, in broad daylight, how could she not feel shy?
It wasn’t out of love, just a natural human reaction.
Layue comforted herself.
The two were originally enjoying a warm, quiet moment together when suddenly some noise interrupted them.
Yan Che frowned…
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