Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

After saying that, Qi Jingheng took Chu Yun's hand and led her into the hall. When he caught a glimpse of Chu Yun's stunned eyes, the smile in Qi Jingheng's eyes deepened.

Although he needed to choose a target, if the target was too boring, he would get tired of pretending to be affectionate. Qin Changzai was just right.

After the new concubine entered the palace, he carefully examined her. Qin Ming's daughter was beautiful and innocent enough to be easily controlled. He thought she would be a good pawn. Thinking of this, Qi Jingheng smiled.

He was naturally handsome with well-defined facial features. He usually had a cold face, which was quite intimidating. But now, his smile softened his face, making him look gentle. He didn't look like a high and mighty emperor who held the power of life and death, but rather like a young master from a wealthy family who had been raised in luxury, as smooth and elegant as jade.

The stunned look in Chu Yun's eyes faded and was replaced by amazement. Fu Rong blushed and couldn't help but lower her head even further, letting Qi Jingheng pull her into the Falling Cherry Blossom Palace.

Qi Jingheng took in the woman's shy appearance. After entering the hall, he increased the force of his hand, pulling Chu Yun towards himself and wrapping his other arm around Chu Yun's waist.

Before Chu Yun could cry out in surprise, Qi Jingheng lowered his head and kissed her. The kiss was incoherent, only able to be swallowed between his lips and teeth. The broken sound was like a key, as if it had touched some switch. Chu Yun only felt the hand on her waist suddenly tighten, and she was pressed deeper into Qi Jingheng's arms. He was like a beast that had caught its prey, recklessly encircling his prey in his arms and enjoying it to the fullest.

Their bodies were pressed together, leaving no gap between them. Chu Yun had nowhere to put her hands, so she could only wrap them around Qi Jingheng's waist. The air in her mouth was being stolen away, and she tilted her head back, panting heavily. Her hands, which were clinging to Qi Jingheng's waist and abdomen, involuntarily moved upward to balance her body.

The woman in his arms was like a vine clinging to him for survival, completely under his control, which captivated Qi Jingheng. He teased the inexperienced Chu Yun with ease, feeling the gentle pressure applied to his back. His previous relaxation vanished, and his body underwent a slight change, like a bowstring suddenly drawn taut. And that wasn't all; the mischievous hands seemed oblivious, continuing to move upwards. A tingling, numb sensation spread from his spine like ripples throughout his body. The calmness in Qi Jingheng's eyes disappeared, replaced by a genuine hint of lust.

He pulled away from those soft lips and glanced at the woman before him. He saw her clear eyes glistening with tears, her fair skin flushed red, like a withered flower after being soaked by rain and battered by wind and rain, both beautiful and delicate. Before any doubts could form in his heart, they were washed away completely by the mist in her eyes.

Qi Jingheng found it amusing. How could someone as clueless as a blank slate possibly understand these things? He must have lost his mind.

"His Majesty..."

The woman's hoarse and low voice pulled Qi Jingheng back from his wandering thoughts. His breath hitched slightly, and his body spoke louder than his mind. The next moment, he carefully picked up the woman in his arms and walked deeper into the hall.

The boudoir is warm and cozy, mandarin ducks intertwine their necks, and the moon in the sky quietly hides behind the clouds.

An hour later, the sound of calling for water came from the inner palace.

The eunuch Gao, who was guarding outside the hall, was startled and directed the palace maids to go inside and serve.

This time, the concubine didn't faint. Eunuch Gao heard it clearly. From inside the bed, which was still covered with layers of curtains, came a woman's hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, it is my duty to serve you, otherwise it would be against propriety."

"Is it a little too late for my beloved concubine to say these things now?" The master, who had served him since childhood, rarely showed a genuine smile, and his teasing tone almost made Eunuch Gao stumble.