The imperial concubine is charming and charming, and only seeks power and wealth

This time, Qi Junyi couldn't help himself and leaned over to kiss her eyes.

The faint smell of ambergris suddenly approached and fell on her eyelashes, and Jiang Lingyue was stunned.

The hand on her waist tightened inch by inch, and the kiss slid down from her eyelashes and soon spread to the corner of her lips.

The moment she was about to move away, the man realized her intention and grabbed the back of her neck.

Don't let her avoid it.

Lips covered.

Both of them paused in breathing, Qi Junyi rubbed her lips and began to kiss her gently.

There is no strong sense of predation.

It can even be called gentle.

Until the girl who was being kissed by him gently had trembling eyelashes and shed tears.

Tears slid down my eyelids.

The kiss stopped only after both of their cheeks were wet.

Qi Junyi released her lips and stared into her wet red eyes.

After a long while, he said calmly, "This is your first day in the palace. Now I will teach you the first thing. Don't try to disobey me."

"I know you don't want to enter the palace, but whether you are willing or not is not important. Remember this, I don't want to see any reluctance on your face in the future."

...So even if you have to pretend, you have to pretend to be good.

Jiang Lingyue completed his unfinished words.

Is this the emperor?

Forcing people to do things they don't want to do.

She was also asked to act happy and greet people with a smile.

It's really too embarrassing.

Jiang Lingyue rebelled, "What if I can't do it?"

“…” Qi Junyi was silent.

He looked at her for a moment, then asked, "You don't call yourself a slave anymore?"

Jiang Lingyue pursed her lips and said nothing.

Qi Junyi smiled and said, "He has a bad temper."

He discovered that although the girl looked afraid of him, she was actually quite brave.

That day at the Wuyuan Marquis Mansion, she was so scared, but she still dared to reject the current emperor's feelings.

He even offered her the throne.

She still looked dismissive.

Is this the courage an ordinary girl would have?

And still be a slave.

How could she be a servant?

"Will you grind ink?"

he asks.

Jiang Lingyue nodded.

Qi Junyi glanced at her, loosened his arm, turned around and sat down in front of the imperial table, "Come here, serve the pen and ink."

Jiang Lingyue was well prepared for grinding ink, serving tea, and other tasks that required close service before the emperor on her way to the palace.

She took a deep breath, walked to his side, held the ink stick, and slowly began to grind it.

At this moment, Jiang Lingyue didn't know that this was the first time that the emperor, who had countless beauties in his harem, felt the taste of having a beautiful woman by his side.

The sky gradually darkened, the last ray of sunset faded, and Liu Rong knocked on the palace door.

Qi Junyi put down the red brush and moved to the side hall.

It's time to eat.

As a female official serving closely, Jiang Lingyue should stand by and help serve the dishes.

But the emperor raised his chin and said, "Sit down."

Jiang Lingyue was stunned and didn't move. Liu Rong beside her was so disappointed that he hurriedly whispered to her, "Young lady, why don't you sit down quickly?"

She sat down.

The palace maids quickly added more dishes and chopsticks.

The table was full of delicacies, but Jiang Lingyue, who was sitting on pins and needles, couldn't taste anything at all.

Fortunately, the emperor just pretended that she was not there and did not say a word during the whole process.

After dinner.

The emperor continued to review memorials.

He is sitting and she is standing.

My fingers are sore from grinding ink.

Tired and sleepy, and unable to help but be distracted, the emperor stood up from the throne.

The night was dark and it was time to go to bed.

Jiang Lingyue breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the day was finally over.

Liu Rong led two palace maids over and said, "Young lady, go with them to take a bath."

Jiang Lingyue: “…”

She remembered what the emperor said when she entered the palace.

Even slaves had to serve the emperor in bed.