"Your Majesty... It's so hot... So hot... Wuwu, save Shanshan..."
"Your Majesty..."
The delicate and gentle voice echoed in the dim and secluded rockery.
Jun Wuyuan's eyes were bloodshot. A pang of pity and relief welled up in his heart. His tall figure bent down as he squeezed himself into the narrow rockery.
With a slightly trembling arm, filled with the joy of having found what was lost, he pulled the person into his arms and said in a soft tone, "Shanshan, it's me. Don't be afraid. Shanshan, I'm here."
The person in his arms had a scalding body temperature, and the hot breath she exhaled almost melted Jun Wuyuan. But what pained him the most was that as soon as Shanshan sensed someone approaching, she struggled frantically, kicking and punching.
The slaps on his cheek and the footprints on his calf all showed Shanshan's fear, helplessness, and her determination to remain true to their feelings.
A deep - seated hatred and killing intent crept into the depths of Jun Wuyuan's eyes, but more than that was full - fledged pity.
As if feeling no pain, he softly and tenderly comforted the woman in his arms.
Gradually, it seemed to take effect, and the struggling force in his arms finally stopped.
"Your... Your Majesty?"
The almond - shaped eyes clouded by lust were covered with a hazy layer of heat. As if recognizing Jun Wuyuan's voice, she tried to raise her eyes to look at him.
"It's me, Shanshan. Don't be afraid."
Jun Wuyuan hugged her tightly, feeling heartache. He leaned over and kissed her between the eyebrows lovingly.
He coaxed gently, "It's okay, Shanshan. Don't be afraid. I'll take you back to the palace right away."
"Your Majesty, wuwu... I feel so uncomfortable..."
Ling Shan only felt that her whole body was like being in a sea of fire, scorching hot as if she was about to be melted.
Wang Chengbi, that little vixen, had really given her a powerful drug that was trying to kill her.
The waves of heat and lust on her body kept surging, almost drowning her reason.
The few slaps she had just given had made her hands hurt, so she had to pretend to be sober to buy time.
Why hadn't the person arranged by Wang Chengbi shown up yet?
Instead, Jun Wuyuan had found her first.
The heat in Ling Shan's head was about to swallow her last bit of reason. If they didn't come soon, how could this good show go on?
Although she had long known what method Wang Chengbi would use to deal with her, she had planned to turn the tables and give Jun Wuyuan an unforgettable night.
By the way, she also wanted Jun Wuyuan to witness Wang Chengbi's vicious scheme, further deepen his hatred for the Wang family, and speed up the process.
But Wang Chengbi, that useless fool...
Suddenly, there was a sound in the secluded rockery. A glint of darkness flashed across Ling Shan's blurred eyes.
She coquettishly clung to Jun Wuyuan. Her lips, filled with heat and a rich, alluring fragrance, lingered on his neck and Adam's apple.
"Shanshan, don't... hiss—"
"Shanshan, wait, we should first..."
"Beauty—"
"Little beauty, where are you? Stop hiding. Brother's here—"
The vulgar and disgusting words suddenly came over and drifted into Jun Wuyuan's ears.
A violent killing intent welled up in his heart, sending a cold chill through him, but it was quickly ignited by the heat of the person in his arms.
Damn it.
If he hadn't sensed something was wrong and felt inexplicably uneasy because Shanshan had been gone for too long to prepare the hangover soup in the small kitchen...
What would have happened to Shanshan now?
He had clearly sent people to follow Shanshan at a distance, but she had still been plotted against in the palace.
The more Jun Wuyuan thought about it, the angrier he became. He wished he could kill those dirty rats on the spot, but he didn't want Shanshan to be seen by anyone.
He carried her away from the other open exit of the rockery and gave a secretive look.
A shadow flashed by in the dark, quickly silencing the lecherous voice. As the breeze blew, faint, muffled cries of pain came one after another.
Ling Shan, who was leaning on Jun Wuyuan's chest, hooked the corner of her lips and finally let herself be swept away by the tides of lust.
Her small hands kept reaching up to caress, and her burning lips searched for coolness. She bit down on that prominent part again...
A low, hoarse groan came from above her head. The scorching ambiguity seemed to entangle and intertwine.
The wind blew, bringing a chill, but it couldn't dispel the heat in their hearts...
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Liang Jiusi suppressed his surprise and excitement, flicking his whisk as he quickly paved the way in front.
The imperial sedan chair was still left at the Chunjiwang Terrace, but Miss Ling Shan's situation couldn't wait.
They rushed all the way in a heated hurry towards the Jiuzhou Qingyan Hall. Liang Jiusi had already sent a fast - footed little eunuch ahead to make preparations.
When they reached the palace gate, Jun Wuyuan's robe was wide open, and something seemed to be moving inside the loose clothes from time to time.
The attendants in front of the emperor all knew the rules and were not allowed to look directly at the emperor's face.
Otherwise, the red lip marks on his face and neck would have been enough to make everyone's jaws drop in shock.
After all, who would have thought that the cold, tyrannical and crazy emperor would one day look so amorous with a blush on his face?
The contrast was really creepy.
It was like a blood - thirsty beast suddenly deciding to become a vegetarian. Wasn't that a fantasy?
Liang Jiusi was afraid that His Majesty, in a hurry, would kick open the palace door and hurt himself somewhere.
He quickly stepped forward, opened the door, lifted the curtain, and respectfully welcomed the two into the bedroom.
Unexpectedly, when he looked up, just as he was about to congratulate them on their blissful night, he saw a scene he shouldn't have seen. His old face blushed instantly, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look anymore.
After the harmonious and passionate figures of the two passed the screen and headed towards the inner bedroom, he quickly and nimbly closed the palace door.
He automatically closed his ears, blocking out the ambiguous and lingering sounds with the palace door.
But in his heart, he couldn't help but mutter: Your Majesty has studied the erotic pictures for several nights. There should be no mistakes.
"Your Majesty... Don't go..."
After holding back for the whole journey, Jun Wuyuan's forehead was already covered in sweat, and his body was as tense as a bowstring.
He gently placed Ling Shan on the dragon bed and was about to let go and go take a bath first.
However, he didn't expect that just a moment after they separated, those soft hands full of sparks reached out again.
Wrapping around Jun Wuyuan's neck and gently pulling, he was lying on top of Ling Shan, who was as delicate as a begonia flower on the soft quilt.
The next moment, the red lips filled with a rich and sweet fragrance came up, gently biting his lower lip, and a soft tongue explored into his mouth.
Jun Wuyuan's tense body was like a bow pulled to the extreme. The suppressed lust in his eyes instantly surged, and he could no longer hold back.
His big hand supported the soft back of her neck. The surging passion led the person beneath him to sink and entangle together, capturing every inch of territory.
The tides of passion, like a surging flood, kept surging. The candlelight shone on the dragon curtain, outlining two lingering figures.
One piece of clothing after another fell to the ground. The emperor's solemn robe covered the delicate dress.
The candles in the palace flickered. The spring tides never ceased...