Dethroned the Crown Princess? Then she became your mother

Her hands trembled unconsciously, longing for touch, but she knew that any movement would disturb the emperor and make him notice.

So, she decided to give up direct contact and immerse herself in fantasy instead - imagining the delicate feeling of her fingertips sliding across his skin and the warmth transmitted from his chest. Although that tenderness was a fantasy, it was enough to comfort her heart.

Whenever she missed him, she would look for some solace, such as gazing at his portrait to calm her mind a little and alleviate the unbearable longing and itch.

This kind of torment might be similar to what he felt when she hugged him tightly. She even had a thought that she would like to switch roles with him, just to give each other a little comfort and satisfy their respective desires.

With a silent prayer in her heart, she hugged him even tighter, as if her whole body wanted to melt into his arms, her head buried deeply in his chest until she could no longer move.

Then, she gently opened her red lips and pressed them against his abdomen, feeling his breathing and heartbeat, harmonious and powerful.

She wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but was afraid that this slight movement would wake him up, so she gave up and just wanted to continue sleeping in this warm embrace.

Murong Shuo also felt something. The warmth coming from his abdomen was like the gentle caress of a breath or the touch of lips.

He tried to gently pry her arms apart, but found that he could not break free from this gentle bond.

He hesitated whether to wake her up, two voices in his heart were fighting fiercely: one was worried about disturbing her sweet dream, and the other was longing to be closer to her.

In the end, he chose the former and let her snuggle up to him.

The reason why Zhang Tianai hugged him so tightly was to prevent him from breaking free easily.

Seeing this, Murong Shuo gave up struggling and adjusted his posture to avoid the discomfort of half-kneeling on the bed for a long time.

He gently picked her up, turned her over and laid her on her side on the couch, holding her tightly in his arms, his eyes gently falling on her face, gently stroking her hair.

Zhang Tianai felt the emperor's gaze and knew this was another test. Her every breath and every subtle movement were exposed under his watchful eye.

He pulled her closer again, and the distance between them shortened instantly, as if they had become one.

"This is a hug you gave voluntarily," he muttered to himself, feeling this rare intimacy and tenderness.

Murong Shuo was unexpectedly drawn by an inexplicable force, unwilling to leave. He gently embraced the beautiful woman in his arms, whispering with a hint of teasing: "Little devil, it was you who pulled me, and it was you who held me, that made me willingly stay in this gentle place!"

The moonlight shone through the window lattice onto the two of them. Murong Shuo gently kissed her forehead and touched her hair with the tip of his nose.

His hands slowly swam on her back like a fish, and finally wrapped around her waist tightly, and they fell asleep together.

Zhang Tianai was secretly glad in her heart... She didn't dare to think about it too much, and then fell asleep.

However, the good times did not last long, as a tingling sensation pulled her back from the edge of her dream.

Before she opened her eyes, she felt the warm touch on her cheek. Was it the emperor?

This sudden intimacy made her both surprised and annoyed, and she tried to wave away the uninvited kiss with her little hand.

Murong Shuo was also struggling in his heart, the balance between reason and desire swaying between the warmth and softness of her body.

He laughed at himself. As a man, how could he easily resist such temptation? Moreover, it was like a long drought finally ending in a downpour. How could he not cherish this rare warmth?

He kneaded the softness in his arms more wantonly, pecked and bit it gently, looking forward to her response.

But Zhang Tianai seemed to be pretending to be asleep, unwilling to face this sudden intimacy.

She hugged him back tightly, fearing that this dreamlike happiness would be fleeting.

In the end, Murong Shuo also gave up.

Only when their breathing became calmer did he slowly loosen his arms and they both fell asleep again.

As the morning light broke, Zhang Tianai slowly woke up, the pain in her neck reminding her of the intimacy of last night.

She looked around and saw that the emperor was no longer by her side, and a ripple of emotion arose in her heart.

Chunmei entered at the right time and helped her get up in a gentle voice: "Miss, the emperor was indeed here with her last night, and he left quietly in the early morning."

Zhang Tianai nodded slightly. She looked at Chunmei, trying to find more information about the emperor from her eyes.

"Did the emperor leave any words?" Zhang Tianai finally couldn't help but ask.

She imagined the emperor's departing figure, feeling both reluctant and expectant.

Chunmei's answer may help her solve the mystery in her heart...

"The emperor didn't expect that I had woken up. He was a little surprised when he saw me. Then he asked me to keep my mouth shut and left in a hurry." Chunmei whispered softly.

"Keep your mouth shut?" Zhang Tianai understood what the emperor meant. The emperor meant it as a warning to Chunmei.

"I have been staying up all night just waiting for you to wake up." Chunmei's eyes flashed with anticipation.

"You haven't slept all night? Aren't you sleepy? Why don't you sleep?" Zhang Tianai asked with concern. Chunmei just shook her head, her words full of fatigue but she was trying hard.

"You should have a good rest from now on." Zhang Tianai instructed gently, and he felt relieved when he saw her nod in agreement.

"Miss, you and the Emperor slept on the same bed again?" Chunmei asked with a hint of curiosity, but hesitated to speak. "Did the Emperor ask about the Crown Prince?"

"No, I slept very soundly." Zhang Tianai responded calmly, explaining that it was just a simple rest time.

Chunmei's cheeks turned slightly red when she heard this, and she secretly pondered the deep meaning of the word "pure" in her heart.

"Come, bring the cloth and embroidery needle, let's make a purse." Zhang Tianai smiled and changed the subject, with a new plan flashing in his eyes.

She planned to embroider a purse as a gift first and wait for the right time.

This purse is not only a display of her ingenuity, but also a symbol of the delicate emotions in her heart.

Chunmei thought of the materials the girl had specifically asked her to prepare, and she understood a little bit more.

"Miss, are you going to start embroidering now?" Chunmei was surprised, but also a little worried.

After all, although Zhang Tianai is good at sewing, she hasn't done it for a long time and is afraid of hurting her hands.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Zhang Tianai saw Chunmei's concerns and comforted her with a smile, "When the critical moment comes, you can help me. Only by doing it with my own hands can I express my feelings."

After saying that, she carefully gestured with the cloth in her hand, stitch by stitch, meticulously and meticulously.

She already had an idea in her mind - the emperor loved bamboo, and its elegant and upright posture was exactly what he wanted.

Seeing this, Chunmei guessed something: "Miss, do you want to embroider bamboo?"

"What do you think?" Zhang Tianai looked up and asked.

"Very good, very suitable for Your Majesty." Chunmei nodded in agreement, and the two smiled at each other, their tacit understanding evident in words.

Zhang Tianai threaded the needle with ease, having already planned the beginning, development, and ending of the embroidery in her mind.

After a while, an exquisite beginning came into being.

However, if you are not careful, your fingertip will touch the tip of the needle, and blood will instantly seep out, a bright red color.

She cried out softly, feeling a bit helpless in pain, and quickly sucked away the blood beads.

Seeing this, Chunmei hurried forward and said, "Miss, let me come over and let me take a look at your hand injury." As she said this, she was about to take the embroidery.

But Zhang Tianai shook her head slightly and insisted on completing it herself.

By the afternoon, the embroidery was completed, and her fingers had a few more tiny scars, but she just bandaged them silently and stood up holding the finished embroidery tightly.

"Let's go and see the emperor." She said softly, as if she wanted to take this opportunity to relax. After all, it was not a bad idea to send someone to deliver it directly.

Chunmei followed closely behind, her eyes never leaving Zhang Tianai.

When they arrived at the palace gate, the guard asked where they were going. Without waiting for Chunmei to speak, Zhang Tianai answered directly and confidently: "I'm just going to visit the emperor and bring gifts. What's wrong with that?" Upon hearing this, the guard had no choice but to let her go.

Along the way, Chunmei carefully observed Zhang Tianai's hand, and the two soon arrived at their destination. Facing the guard's questioning again, Zhang Tianai briefly explained her purpose, and then Eunuch An appeared and greeted them with a slightly surprised look.

"Miss Zhang, the emperor is waiting." Although Eunuch An did not see the gifts they brought, he still politely led Zhang Tianai in, and Chunmei was left outside the door.

Entering the inner hall, Zhang Tianai performed the formalities and respectfully held up a purse with both hands. It was the one she had carefully prepared for the emperor.

Although Murong Shuo was surprised, he was also curious about her purpose. His eyes fell on her purse and naturally noticed her bandaged finger.

"What's going on?" he asked with concern, and without saying anything, he pulled her hand to his eyes to check it.