The prince is fierce: Who dares to steal my woman?

Liu Kun's steps seemed to be beyond his control, as if he were being pulled step by step by invisible threads towards Liu Yingmei. His eyes were fixed on Liu Yingmei, and his lewdness and greed were hard to conceal.

Liu Yingmei felt the uncomfortable gaze and a ripple of unease stirred within her. An indescribable sense of discomfort quietly crept into her heart.

Despite the passage of time and the fact that they hadn't seen each other for many years, Liu Yingmei still remembered Liu Kun as an innocent child. However, the Liu Kun before her, dressed in a dragon robe and wearing a crown, exuded an aura of imperial majesty that was impossible to ignore.

Liu Yingmei's gaze swept over the familiar silhouette, and she bowed respectfully: "Your Majesty, I greet you."

Liu Kun's gaze swept over Liu Yingmei: "May I ask who this peerless beauty is?"

As he spoke, he could no longer contain his impulse. He strode forward and grabbed Liu Yingmei's slender wrist. His fingers gently caressed her wrist, and the strength and warmth of his touch sent a chill down Liu Yingmei's spine. A coldness ran from her fingertips straight to her heart, making her skin crawl.

Faced with Liu Kun's sudden intimacy, Liu Yingmei suppressed her discomfort and maintained her composure and elegance, slowly saying, "Your Majesty, I am Princess Xincai."

Upon hearing this, Liu Kun thought to himself: So it's my aunt. Humph, what does that matter?

In Liu Kun's world, ethics and morality are nothing but fleeting clouds. As long as he takes a liking to a woman, whether she is his sister or his aunt, what does it matter?

A playful smile appeared on Liu Kun's lips, and his eyes gleamed with an even more unbridled light, as if he already considered Liu Yingmei as his own, completely ignoring the resistance and helplessness in her eyes.

"My aunt truly still retains her charm!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yingmei's face flushed crimson. She quickly withdrew her slender fingers from Liu Kun's warm and firm grasp, her demeanor a mixture of panic and demureness. She whispered, "Your Majesty flatters me. I am past thirty, and time waits for no one. I am old and faded. How can I compare to the youthful and beautiful girls in Your Majesty's harem?"

After speaking, she lowered her gaze slightly, seemingly unable to meet Liu Kun's deep and intense eyes.

Upon hearing this, Liu Kun's lips curled into a playful smile: "Ah, young girls are nice, but they lack a certain maturity and charm. I think you, my aunt, are as beautiful as a fairy. Every gesture you make exudes charm and has a unique allure. Look at your figure, like a willow branch in the wind, light and supple; and look at your skin, as delicate as porcelain, with a warm and lustrous sheen. It's truly indescribable, and it makes my heart flutter."

As he spoke, Liu Kun's gaze swept over Liu Yingmei like a falcon, scrutinizing her from head to toe, not missing a single inch. His eyes held both admiration and an indescribable longing.

He suddenly took a step forward, raised his fingers slightly, and gently brushed them across Liu Yingmei's delicate cheek. The touch was like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, stirring up ripples.

Liu Yingmei was startled by the sudden intimate gesture as if she had been electrocuted. She took a step back, her cheeks instantly burning hot, and a look of astonishment and panic flashed in her eyes: "Your Majesty... please stop saying such absurd things. I beg Your Majesty to have some self-respect and not to break the proper etiquette between ruler and subject because of a moment of impulse."

Liu Kun smiled gently: "In that case, please come to my palace, Aunt. I have important matters to discuss with you in detail."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yingmei's delicate body trembled involuntarily, a chill spreading through her heart. She knew all too well Liu Kun's debauchery and understood the deeper meaning hidden behind the words "moving to the palace."

So she forced a smile and said, “Your Majesty, it is getting late. I still have many trivial matters to attend to at home and would like to return home early to take care of them. Perhaps I should come to see Your Majesty another day to discuss state affairs.”

Liu Kun's face instantly darkened, his displeasure evident. He narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinizing Liu Yingmei from head to toe, as if trying to see right through her: "Oh? Is Aunt trying to defy the imperial decree?"

Liu Yingmei's heart tightened, but she forced herself to remain calm: "Your Majesty, I dare not, but..."

Before she could finish speaking, Liu Kun interrupted her with a cold voice.

"Dare not?" Liu Kun sneered. "Disobeying an imperial decree is punishable by the execution of the entire family according to the law. Has Aunt considered the consequences?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yingmei's face turned deathly pale, as if an invisible force had gripped her throat.

After a moment of silence, she finally gave in, her voice trembling with a hint of despair: "Alright... Your Majesty, I will follow you to the palace."

The moment Liu Yingmei stepped into the palace, the luxurious decorations and delicate incense could not mask the tension and unease that filled the air.

The flickering candlelight in the palace illuminated Liu Kun's increasingly contorted face as he approached Liu Yingmei step by step, a smug smile playing on his lips: "My aunt is indeed a beauty of unparalleled grace and elegance; I have witnessed it firsthand today. However, my aunt's attire seems rather out of place amidst the beauty of this palace..."

At this point, Liu Kun's eyes became burning and greedy. He slowly reached out and gently traced his fingertips across Liu Yingmei's delicate collarbone, as if to break down her last line of defense.

Liu Yingmei nimbly dodged Liu Kun's sudden approach: "Your Majesty, didn't you say you had important matters to discuss?"

Liu Kun's lips curled into a playful smile: "Aunt, the so-called important matter is simply asking you to remove your fine clothes so that I can fully appreciate your unparalleled graceful figure. Isn't that an important matter?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yingmei's expression changed drastically. Her delicate brows furrowed, and her tone was filled with anger: "Your Majesty, are you joking? How can you be so frivolous and rude, completely disregarding the dignity and respect that a monarch should have!"

Liu Kun's face instantly darkened, and he roared, "Insolence! You ungrateful shrew, how dare you spout nonsense in front of me and try to lecture me!"

Liu Yingmei trembled at his sudden outburst of anger, her beautiful face instantly drained of color, and her eyes were filled with shock and fear.

Seeing this, Liu Kun said again, "You shrew, listen to me! I have already issued the 'Removal of Clothing Order,' and all women in the harem, regardless of their status, must obey it. Anyone who disobeys will be executed immediately! I am giving you one last chance. Don't refuse a toast only to suffer the consequences!"

Suppressing her fear and humiliation, Liu Yingmei spoke righteously, "Your Majesty, how could you be so absurd! Such behavior disregards propriety and law, making you no different from a beast!"

Liu Kun said arrogantly, "My dear, I know you're frail. At least, I didn't make you undress in the back garden for fear you'd catch a cold; that's already a great favor to you. Hurry up and take your clothes off..."

Before the words were even finished, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere filled the air. Tears welled up in Liu Yingmei's eyes. She had been frail and sickly since childhood, and Liu Kun even knew this. Had he been watching her for a long time? This time, she feared she was like a lamb entering a tiger's den, with no escape...