Dethroned the Crown Princess? Then she became your mother

It was late at night, and when everything was silent, a figure quietly sneaked into the quiet room.

His trip was more than just a simple visit, it was more like he was looking for that unspeakable feeling.

Nighttime can also easily make people sentimental and sexually arousing!

She didn't let the emperor know that she was awake. Even though her heart was beating like a deer, she still appeared to be sleeping peacefully.

His eyes moved slightly, quickly catching sight of the familiar figure, and then he slowly closed his eyes, breathing steadily, as if nothing had happened.

Pretending to be asleep is her unique art of disguise.

However, she soon realized that this was not a simple intimacy, but that he was gently caressing her cheeks and body with his slender and powerful hands, and each touch was full of delicacy and tenderness.

She felt an inexplicable tingling sensation and couldn't help but murmur softly: "It's so itchy..." The voice was a bit dreamy and a bit cute, revealing her defenselessness just right.

He seemed to be touched by this sudden reaction, his hand movements stopped abruptly, and his whole body froze there.

Only his gaze remained deep and blazing, penetrating the darkness and locking onto her tightly.

Was he afraid of disturbing her dreams? Or was he worried that his feelings would be discovered too early?

At this moment, her fingertips moved lightly, silently sliding across the edge of the bed: "Sister, second sister, everything is fine, I didn't mean to hurt you."

She continued to create a perfect image for herself.

Murong Shuo still stood there quietly. Even the dim night could not conceal the deep affection and concentration in his eyes.

He listened to her whispers and watched her every subtle movement.

At that moment, he almost thought that she was really awake and that she had seen through his feelings.

He felt an urge to escape, but it was as if he was being pulled by an invisible rope, and his feet were so heavy that he could hardly move at all.

There was a subtle atmosphere in the air, leading him closer to the woman who was still talking in her sleep.

It turned out that she was not really awake, but was immersed in a dream.

Talking in sleep is a common thing, but it has become a rare sight for her.

Small words slowly flowed from her lips: "Second sister, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Your Majesty... I'm sorry, I failed to live up to your expectations and disappointed you."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the softest part of my heart, carrying with it endless regret and self-blame.

Especially the word "Emperor", which she murmured repeatedly, revealed her deep inner struggle and unwillingness.

Murong Shuo listened quietly. Every sigh and every whisper of hers was like a stone thrown into the lake of his heart, causing ripples.

Her dream, her regret, were so real and strong that even in this unconscious state, they were enough to touch the softest part of his heart.

He couldn't help but reach out and gently touch her back.

Then, his other hand slowly slid down to her cheek, and finally gently weaved through her hair.

As he comforted her, Zhang Tianai's mumbling gradually subsided and a look of peace appeared on her face.

However, the good times didn't last long. Her dream seemed to have turned into another scene. She suddenly curled up, with unspeakable sadness and despair in her voice: "I didn't, I didn't with another man..."

"Grandma, Dad, why don't you believe me? I didn't... I know you don't want me to live, I... I will help everyone."

Her voice was choked, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her throat, full of pain and grievance.

Murong Shuo's heart was deeply touched, and an inexplicable pain surged in his heart.

He couldn't leave anymore, so he could only sit down on the bed again and hug the little figure curled up in his arms tightly.

He patted her back gently and soothed her in the softest voice: "Don't be afraid, don't cry, don't regret. Everything is in the past, those things can't be changed, but you can start over. I'm here, I will be with you."

His embrace was like a safe haven, allowing Zhang Tianai to find a moment of peace on the edge of dreams and reality.

And she seemed to gradually relax her tense nerves in this warmth. She stopped struggling and crying, and just snuggled quietly in his arms, enjoying this rare peace and tranquility.

"Don't cry." He whispered softly, touching her cheek with his fingertips, trying to wipe away the pearly tears.

However, the night was as dark as ink, and he couldn't tell whether all the lights had been cleared away. He felt an urge to light the lamp, but it was extinguished in an instant, for fear of disturbing the tranquility.

"Your Majesty, I...I like Your Majesty." Zhang Tianai's voice was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake in the silence, with a barely perceptible tremor.

She bravely stretched out her hand, first gently touching his strong chest, and then holding it tightly, as if to deeply imprint this emotion.

"I... like... the Emperor." Her words were like a whisper, and every word had to be savored carefully to feel the deep affection and courage contained in them.

Murong Shuo was stunned, and his heart was stirred up by these words.

She likes him? This sudden confession caught him off guard. His hand unconsciously touched her face, and he stared into her closed eyes, his heart full of doubts and confusion.

"I wish to spend time with the Emperor at the end of my life. Even death is better than the loneliness of being with the Crown Prince."

There was a hint of sadness and determination in Zhang Tianai's voice, and every word struck Murong Shuo's heart hard.

He was deeply touched again, and his heart was unsettled. In the end, he could only gently put her down and tidy up her scattered hair.

He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then turned and left, each step seeming so heavy.

Zhang Tianai lay there quietly, counting the footsteps that were getting farther and farther away.

She didn't know if she had said too much, but that emotion had already surged out like a tide and could not be taken back.

Many days had passed since the emperor went to the temple to pray, and the day of departure was quietly approaching.

She has conveyed her feelings implicitly, but when will the emperor respond to this deep affection?

She gently stroked her heart, where her heart was beating with endless longing and expectation for him.

Murong Shuo always felt an inexplicable irritation when it was late at night and everyone was asleep.

He found it increasingly difficult to face the woman inside, and every meeting required great self-control to remain calm.

The night breeze blew across his face, bringing a hint of coolness and blowing away the heat from his body, but the restlessness in his heart grew wildly like weeds.

She actually said that she liked him. Even if it was just a dream, it was enough to make his heart beat fast.

What shocked him even more was that she actually said that she didn't want to spend the rest of her life with the prince.

Why is this?

Could it be that they have already secretly developed feelings for each other but just never expressed it?

He began to savor every moment he spent with her, trying to find the origin and destination of that emotion.

When did strange ripples begin to appear in his heart?

She, quietly and silently, planted the seeds of an indissoluble bond in his world.

Was it a whisper in a dream or an unintentional touch in reality that made it difficult for him to distinguish?

He gently stroked the Buddhist beads in his hand, one by one, spinning.

In the end, he left quietly with a heart full of doubts and confusion.

He originally came here to pray for the Queen Mother, but amid the curling incense, his heart involuntarily drifted towards that woman.

Queen Mother… His thoughts were interrupted by this sudden emotion, but he quickly sorted them out and decided to put aside all distractions and focus on the matter of praying at hand.

"Eunuch An, what's the situation with the Queen Mother?" he turned and asked.

"Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager's condition has not improved yet." Eunuch An answered respectfully and calmly.

"Keep praying." Murong Shuo sighed softly.

On the other hand, Zhang Tianai's dreams were also extremely sweet, and her sleep in the second half of the night was peaceful and deep.

Chunmei seemed to have slept much more soundly than her. When she woke up in the morning, she was completely unaware of what had happened last night.

At noon, the sunlight shines through the window lattice, casting mottled light and shadows.

The sound of brisk footsteps broke the silence in the room, and someone brought a letter belonging to Zhang Tianai.

She took the letter and gently stroked the words on the envelope with her fingertips, but she was not in a hurry to open it.