That morning, after the intense love-making, Xue Li had just finished cleaning Han Feng’s cum-filled cock with her mouth when there was a sudden knock at the door.
Han Feng’s satisfied smile faltered, and his brow furrowed.
"What is it?" His voice held a sharp edge, betraying his displeasure at the interruption.
"Forgive , Your Majesty," ca the hesitant voice of the guard, "but Lady Qing’s head maid is here, asking for an audience."
Xue Li’s breath caught in her throat as she scrambled to get under the blanket to cover herself.
Han Feng clicked his tongue in irritation at the interference and for making Xue Li startled. "Dispose of her."
But before the matter could be settled, a desperate voice called from the other side of the door. "Your Majesty! Please, have rcy! Lady Qing is pregnant and urgently needs to see you!"
Xue Li froze, the words striking her like a cold blade. Tears quickly welled in her eyes, though she fought them back.
Han Feng, noticing her distress, turned to her imdiately, his face softening with concern. But Xue Li quickly brushed his hand away, retreating to the far side of the bed, her heart swelling with a mixture of emotions she couldn’t quite explain.
Though it was all an act.
Han Feng’s heart tightened at the sight of her tears, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close. "Hush now, Xue Li. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this. You don’t need to worry about a thing."
Xue Li’s voice trembled as she spoke, her words laced with a vulnerability she rarely allowed him to see. "Xue Li understands that the Emperor needs many won to secure his lineage . . . his empire. But every ti Xue Li see you with another woman, my heart . . . it aches." Her voice faltered as if she couldn’t quite grasp why she felt this way.
Han Feng chuckled softly, his lips brushing the top of her head as he held her tighter. "Xue Li is jealous," he murmured, his tone tender. "It’s understandable. Because Xue Li loves this Emperor."
Xue Li paused, her heart racing as she absorbed his words. She looked up at him, searching his eyes for so sign of teasing. "L-love?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
Han Feng’s lips curved into a playful smile. "Don’t you love this Emperor?"
Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly looked away, but Han Feng’s gaze remained fixed on her. His hands gently cupped her face, guiding her to look at him again.
"I do," she whispered, almost shyly. "Xue Li . . . like it when the Emperor is with . When we share als, when we laugh together. And every ti we kiss . . . Xue Li’s heart swells." Her voice was small, unsure if her feelings could be considered love. "Is that . . . love?"
Han Feng’s heart soared with emotion. He kissed her fiercely, as if to silence any doubts. His arms wrapped around her tightly, pulling her into him, letting her feel the full force of his affection. "Yes, Xue Li. That’s love. And I feel the sa way about you. This Emperor loves you."
In the quiet aftermath of their kiss, Xue Li rested against his chest, the faintest smile tugging at her lips. She could really be a great actress if she did say so herself.
As Han Feng held her close, whispering promises of loyalty and affection, Xue Li was celebrating her success.
If everything went according as planned, and Han Rui wasn’t needed, leaving Han Feng to rule an independent empire, then Xue Li would finally be free to live her life by his side.
She would devote herself to making him happy, ensuring that their future together was filled with peace and fulfilnt, and she could finally clear this ga achieving the ultimatevillainending!
Wohoo!
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Han Feng strode into Concubine Qing Ru’s chambers, his expression indifferent despite the growing tension in the air. He was supposed to be furious—angry at the disturbance and the audacity of the woman to demand his presence so boldly.
Yet, the revelation from earlier that morning—that Xue Li truly loved him—had left his heart buoyant, a rare joy clouding his mind.
For the first ti in years, the weight of his imperial crown felt lighter. Until this mont, Han Feng had believed that Xue Li was by his side out of duty, bound by his status as the emperor. But hearing her hesitant confession, seeing her delicate blush—those were not the acts of re obligation. She loved him. And that love, pure and unbidden, set his heart ablaze with a warmth he never knew he longed for.
Lost in blissful thought, Han Feng barely noticed his surroundings until he found himself already seated on a carved sandalwood chair, legs crossed, gazing absentmindedly ahead.
His mind wandered back to Xue Li, her soft voice echoing in his ears, drowning out the present. It was only when the sweet scent of incense reached his nose that he beca aware of Concubine Qing Ru kneeling before him, her posture graceful, her eyes lowered in practiced submission.
Concubine Qing Ru was a striking woman, known throughout the palace for her mature charm and keen understanding of the art of seduction. Many nights she had been summoned to soothe the emperor’s restless spirit, earning her a place among the favored concubines.
Yet, at this mont, her beauty did little to stir Han Feng. If not for the servants whispering her na upon his arrival, he might have forgotten her na altogether.
Ever since Xue Li had entered his heart, the allure of other won faded into insignificance. Their charms seed hollow, their presence a re shadow of what he truly desired.
"Your Majesty," Concubine Qing Ru began softly, her voice carrying a trace of shyness, though her carefully painted lips hinted at practiced boldness. "This humble concubine brings joyous news . . . I am with child."
She bowed deeply, placing her hands over her abdon as though cradling the life within. "You are to beco a father, Your Majesty. Our firstborn shall be blessed by the gods and our ancestors alike, as the first child of the Han dynasty."
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