Wearing a book, hooking him up

Jun Zechen, with a gentle smile on his face, took her hand and led her into the warm room of Zhaochun Palace.

Miaoyun stepped forward to pour tea, and then very cleverly sent all the palace servants out of the hall quietly.

Jun Zechen sat on the chair, then gently but forcefully hugged the person and sat him on his lap.

He leaned closer to her neck, took a deep breath, smiled, and whispered softly, "Yaoyao, why is she so fragrant?"

"have no idea......"

Su Jingyao lowered her head slightly and spoke in a soft voice, a faint blush on her face.

Then, she raised her head again, with a hint of doubt in her eyes, and asked softly, "Why did your majesty come to Zhaochun Palace at this time?"

Shouldn't he normally be concentrating on handling government affairs in the Qianqing Palace at this time?

"In two days' time during the Flower Festival, I want to confer a title on all six palaces. I'd like to ask Yaoyao for her opinion."

Jun Zechen lazily rested his head on her shoulder, speaking in a nonchalant tone.

He wanted to confer the title of Imperial Consort on her. This was a surprise he had prepared for her during the Flower Festival, but he didn't plan to tell her today.

On the day of the Flower Festival, he would personally issue an edict to confer the title of Imperial Noble Consort on her.

Then the Imperial Noble Consort would issue an imperial decree to confer titles on the concubines in the harem, which would also establish enough prestige for her in the harem.

I came here today just to ask her what she thought about enthroning the people in the harem.

However, when Su Jingyao heard such a question, she frowned slightly.

Just block it, why ask her?

Is she among those who were sealed?

If she wasn't there and the title was given to someone else, Jun Zechen really wasn't afraid that she would be unhappy, haha.

I have really taken my considerate character to the extreme, and Jun Zechen is now not hiding anything.

Su Jingyao pouted slightly, with a hint of dissatisfaction on her face and a hint of anger in her voice.

"Your Majesty, why do you ask for my opinion when you confer titles on your concubines?"

"Yaoyao is now in charge of many matters in the harem. I will discuss with Yaoyao the promotion of these concubines. If there are concubines that Yaoyao doesn't like, then they will not be promoted."

Jun Zechen said this lovingly, his eyes full of tenderness.

"Your Majesty is always saying nice things to please me. Your Majesty, you must have some ideas when you come here today. Why don't you tell me how you plan to confer the title, and let me hear it."

Su Jingyao said coquettishly, with a hint of playfulness between her eyebrows.

"What I want is that all the concubines in the harem, except the imperial concubines, will be promoted to a higher level."

Jun Zechen paused, then continued speaking slowly.

"Princess Ling made a mistake before. She was still under house arrest on the day of the Flower Festival, so she will not be promoted."

"I don't like An Zhaorong very much, but her father is the Marquis of Pingyang. Since he has conferred titles on the six palaces, I don't want to be too disrespectful to the Marquis of Pingyang, so I'll confer An Zhaorong the title of Zhaoyi."

Su Jingyao couldn't help but frown when she heard this. An Zhaorong had already lost Jun Zechen's favor, so she could only depend on her.

The last time the Empress Dowager celebrated her birthday, it was all thanks to An Zhaorong.

A strange look flashed in Su Jingyao's eyes.

Although Concubine Ling is now disliked by Jun Zechen, if she casually pretends to be pitiful in front of Jun Zechen, perhaps she can regain his favor.

An Zhaorong was a knife she used to deal with Concubine Ling, and since she was hers, she naturally had to give her some benefits.

Jun Zechen promoted six palace maids, but she was the only one who was promoted halfway. In a few months, the newcomer might surpass her. This is not acceptable.

Among the newcomers, Concubine Lin is Jun Zechen’s target in the harem. Maybe the other newcomers want to deal with Concubine Lin, but the person Concubine Lin wants to deal with the most is definitely her.

After all, how could a favored concubine tolerate another concubine being more favored?

Lin Jieyu’s last test was her first step.

In this case, the higher An Zhaorong's position, the easier it will be to help her.

Thinking of this, a hint of mockery suddenly flashed in Su Jingyao's eyes. If An Zhaorong and Concubine Ling were in the same position as concubines, she wondered what Concubine Ling would feel.

Su Jingyao turned around and looked at Jun Zechen with sincere and clear eyes.

The slender white hand was gently placed on Jun Zechen's neck, caressing it like a breeze.

"Your Majesty, if you treat An Zhaorong differently this time as an old lady in the Eastern Palace, shouldn't you give a proper reason?"

"I don't like it, isn't that a reason?"

Jun Zechen's throat rolled unconsciously at her intimate action.

There was a hint of charm in Su Jingyao's eyes, and the slightly upturned corners of her eyes were extremely alluring.

She slightly extended the tip of her tongue and licked his rolling Adam's apple, then looked at him with charming eyes.

"Your Majesty~"

"I know that some of the things An Zhaorong did before made you angry, but if you treat her differently like this, will the Queen Mother think that you are dissatisfied with her previous punishment?"

Jun Zechen's eyes became darker and deeper because of her actions.

His thumb gently stroked her tender red lips, and there was a hint of uncontrollable hoarseness in his voice.

"Well, Yaoyao is right."

Su Jingyao glared at him with her beautiful eyes in reproach, then gently took his hand away and continued speaking softly.

"After all, An Zhaorong has not committed any faults on the surface. It seems better to let her be promoted like other concubines?"

Jun Zechen looked at the delicate face so close to him, unable to take his eyes away.

When her eyes stare intently at a person, it seems as if she has a magical power that can absorb that person's mind completely.

Her hands were still gently caressing his neck, bringing a tingling sensation.

So much so that Jun Zechen didn't even pay attention to what she was saying.

Instead, he stared at her slightly trembling eyelashes, "Well, Yaoyao is right."

Although Jun Zechen said this, his eyes were always fixed on her.

Su Jingyao was a little annoyed.

"Your Majesty, are you listening to what I say?"

Jun Zechen used force in his hands and held her up, "I'll listen later."

After saying that, he held her in his arms and walked steadily towards the bedroom.

Jun Zechen held her in his arms and lay on the bed. Today, he had only wanted to talk to her about serious matters, but who would have thought that she would seduce him like this.

He could no longer suppress the impulse in his heart and leaned over to kiss her white and tender neck.

Su Jingyao's small hands were like lively flames that set fire all over his body, but she pretended to be confused and asked.

"Your Majesty, didn't you come here today specifically to discuss the promotion with me?"

Her voice seemed to echo in his ears with a hint of charm.

"Well, we'll discuss this later."

"Your Majesty, for the sake of the Queen Mother's reputation, I think it would be better to appoint An Zhaorong as your consort."

"If Your Majesty thinks An Zhaorong will be pleased with this, why not give her another title, 'Shen'? What do you think? It means that An Zhaorong should be careful with her words and actions."

Jun Zechen frowned slightly and hummed absentmindedly.

Then he couldn't wait to seal her little mouth tightly as she kept talking.

Su Jingyao was held tightly by his waist, and her whole body seemed to be pressed on him as if she was weak and boneless.

His large hands slowly moved down from her waist, and the distance between them became closer and closer, becoming more and more intimate.

......

.......

After an hour passed, Su Jingyao was completely wet, as if she had been pulled out of the water.

She lay weakly on Jun Zechen's solid chest, her mouth slightly open, breathing softly.

Jun Zechen's palm slowly and gently stroked her smooth back.

His eyes, as deep as a whirlpool, looked quietly ahead, as if he was lost in thought.

At this moment, Jun Zechen suddenly remembered what he had just promised. An Zhaorong was named Concubine Shen?

Jun Zechen couldn't help but frown slightly, and gently pinched his nose with his other hand.

"Yaoyao proposed to make An Zhaorong a concubine. Did An Zhaorong come to ask Yaoyao for help?"

"No, after Your Majesty ascended the throne, An Zhaorong never came to see me again."

"It's just that Your Majesty has never summoned An Zhaorong since he ascended the throne. If you still treat An Zhaorong differently now, I'm afraid An Zhaorong will be attacked by a lot of gossip."

"If Your Majesty is not satisfied with my suggestion, then just pretend that I didn't say anything and make An Zhaorong the Zhaoyi."

Su Jingyao raised her head slightly and looked at him with full eyes.

"No need. I was originally going to discuss the position of the empress with Yaoyao. An Zhaorong did nothing wrong. If I only treated An Zhaorong differently, my mother would probably think too much. Yaoyao is more thoughtful."

Su Jingyao smiled obediently.

Then she frowned slightly, and there seemed to be a gleam in her eyes, as if she suddenly remembered something.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Shangguan is also an old lady in the Eastern Palace. She was bullied in Yichun Palace before, and I punished Concubine Chu at that time. However, Concubine Shangguan was wronged, but I have never given her any compensation."

"I wonder if we can take advantage of this opportunity to promote Lady Shangguan up two levels?"

"Why is Yaoyao thinking about so many people but not herself?"

Jun Zechen asked with a teasing smile on his face and raised his eyebrows.

From the moment he entered Zhaochun Palace and talked about his promotion, she never mentioned herself.

"My current position is the highest in the harem. I don't care whether Your Majesty canonize me or not."

Su Jingyao said softly, with a faint smile on her face.

He didn't mention it, so could she have mentioned it herself?

After hearing this, Jun Zechen's eyes suddenly darkened, and he used his big hands to slightly force and lift Su Jingyao's body up.

Su Jingyao quickly stretched out her hands and supported them on his chest, tilting her head slightly.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Su Jingyao blinked her eyes, looking confused.

There was a barely perceptible hint of inquiry in Jun Zechen's eyes.

Does she really not care at all?

Had she really never thought of becoming his queen?

Since she likes him, hasn't she ever thought about becoming his wife?

"Yaoyao, have you ever thought about becoming my queen?" Jun Zechen spoke slowly in a low voice.

When Su Jingyao heard this, she first opened her little mouth slightly in surprise.

There was a flash of disappointment in his eyes, and he slowly lowered his eyes and shook his head gloomily.

Jun Zechen frowned tightly. She didn't want to?

"Your Majesty, please don't ask me such questions. The palace is a place for fame and fortune, and I don't want to be trapped in it."

"My heart is restless, and I am troubled by a hundred worries and many concerns. I do not want to change myself because of my desires, nor do I want to be sad and disappointed because of my shattered expectations."

Su Jingyao spoke softly, with a hint of helplessness and melancholy in her voice.

Jun Zechen actually regretted it a little after asking.

This young woman's intelligence is not only reflected in her handling of palace affairs, but also in her insight.

Other women in the harem will lose themselves because of their own desires, but Yaoyao will always be who she is now, no matter whether she is a concubine or a queen, and there will be no change.

Jun Zechen held her quietly, and they both continued to rest for a while, sighing in their hearts.

She doesn't need to expect anything, nor will she be disappointed; he will only bring her surprises.