Having many handsome men means no worries; pampering them all keeps me in good spirits.

Back at Chaoyang Palace, Jiang Qingyan took off her outer robe and tossed it on the ground, then pulled the covers over her head and fell asleep immediately. She slept until nightfall.

Suddenly, Wang Gonggong's voice came from outside the door:

"Your Majesty, it's time for dinner."

Jiang Qingyan was awakened by the noise. She rubbed her eyes and said with some displeasure, "My stomach is too full. I don't need to have dinner tonight!"

Eunuch Wang then said, "Then Your Majesty, please choose a concubine."

These words really hit Jiang Qingyan where it hurts! She was already annoyed by being woken up after a bad night's sleep, and the thought of choosing a concubine made her even more irritated! "I won't be choosing a concubine tonight! Get out of here, I want to sleep! If you dare say another word, I'll exterminate your entire family!"

Execute nine generations of relatives? Is it really necessary? Eunuch Wang quickly covered his mouth and left as fast as the wind. How could the emperor turn on him so suddenly?

Hearing the hurried footsteps of Eunuch Wang fleeing, Jiang Qingyan couldn't help but laugh out loud. This old man is quite timid.

However… thinking back to the original owner, although she was a complete fool and always meek and subservient in front of Empress Dowager Rui and the Regent, she was incredibly ruthless towards the people in the harem! If she was in a bad mood, she would directly torture and behead them… and she wouldn't allow anyone to serve her in the palace. In short… she was definitely a bully at home!

Only this eunuch Wang was doing relatively well; he had served the late emperor closely until his death, so the original owner of this body respected him to some extent. However, deep down, he was still somewhat afraid of this crazy original owner…

Bathed in the cunning moonlight streaming through the window, the figure in black reappeared in the Chaoyang Palace and slowly walked toward the bed.

"Your Majesty is quite imposing today; have you already forgotten the Imperial Astronomical Bureau's prophecy?"

Listen to that voice! It's both noble and pleasant to the ear. Jiang Qingyan immediately guessed that the person who had appeared was none other than Regent Mo Ting!

Jiang Qingyan propped her head up with one arm, lying on her side on the couch, her almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed, her tone revealing a hint of coldness: "Does the Regent come to supervise my bedchamber affairs every night?"

Mo Ting frowned. The young emperor's attitude towards him had been a little different lately. But he still patiently said, "Your Majesty, I am only concerned about you."

Jiang Qingyan shifted to the inside of the bed, patted the empty space beside her, and teased, "Since you care about me so much, how about you personally serve me tonight?"

Mo Ting's face darkened. What had gotten into the Emperor? What nonsense was he spouting? His tone hardened with a hint of sternness, "Your Majesty, stop talking nonsense!"

Jiang Qingyan glanced at his embarrassed expression and teased again, "What? Was the Regent's earlier claim of caring for me just an excuse? A pretense of concern, but actually a means of control?"

Mo Ting was truly speechless. How was he supposed to respond to that? The emperor was right; he was there to supervise, but he couldn't just admit it directly. He shouldn't have come tonight!

Now… he was caught in a dilemma, unable to leave or stay. If he left now, the charge of controlling the emperor would be serious! But if he didn't leave…

Mo Ting was momentarily speechless, pursing his lips, unsure of what to say…

"Why aren't you saying anything? Did I guess right? You've been watching my every move, and you can just come and go as you please in my bedchamber. Are you tired of being the regent and want to become the emperor?"

Jiang Qingyan's words became increasingly serious, while Mo Ting felt as if a stone was pressing down on his heart, making it grow heavier and heavier...

To say he never considered taking his place... that's impossible...

At the age of 14, he was sent as an envoy to the Yuan Dynasty. Using his stratagems, he helped Da'an acquire more than a dozen cities without losing a single soldier. As a result of his meritorious service, he was rewarded by the late emperor and granted the position of prime minister. He held the first rank in the court for five years, which can be described as a remarkable achievement at a young age.

If he had truly become emperor, Da'an would surely be better off than it is now...

But the thought only occasionally flashed through his mind when the emperor did some outrageous things... and it was just a fleeting thought that he quickly dismissed...

He did not want to betray the late emperor's trust; he only wanted to protect Da'an and guide the emperor well.

Seeing Mo Ting standing there silently, Jiang Qingyan grew impatient. "What are you thinking about? Did I guess right? Are you plotting how to kill me to silence me?"

Listening to Jiang Qingyan's increasingly aggressive words, Mo Ting felt truly wronged. He slowly spoke, his voice cold: "Does Your Majesty know what you are saying?"

“How could I not know? I ordered you to personally serve me in bed!” Jiang Qingyan said firmly.

"But I am a man just like Your Majesty, how can I serve you in bed?" Mo Ting's tone was extremely deep.

Jiang Qingyan sat up, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, and beckoned to Mo Ting, "It's too tiring for me to talk to you with my head tilted back. Come sit down and we can chat slowly."

Mo Ting frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "What exactly does Your Majesty want?"

Jiang Qingyan suddenly stopped smiling, glanced at Mo Ting, and asked casually, "I want to know, are you truly loyal to me, or... do you have ulterior motives?"

Mo Ting was startled; he hadn't expected Jiang Qingyan to ask him so bluntly. While it was true that he looked down on the Emperor, his loyalty was unquestionable.

He stared into Jiang Qingyan's eyes and solemnly said, "Your Majesty, I am utterly loyal and have no other intentions!"

Jiang Qingyan smiled with satisfaction, patted the empty seat next to her again, and said, "Regent, please come and sit down. This is a reward for a loyal subject."

Mo Ting breathed a sigh of relief, did not refuse, and went straight to the bedside to sit down. Since the emperor had said so, it would seem pretentious for him to refuse again.

This was the first time Jiang Qingyan had seen Mo Ting so closely. Even though he was only facing her from the side, it was enough to amaze her... She carefully examined Mo Ting's perfect features and secretly swallowed...

How can there be such a handsome man in this world? I really want to pounce on him right now and take advantage of him!

Sensing that Jiang Qingyan's gaze was a little off, Mo Ting moved to the side, slightly further away from her.

"Regent, relax. I'm not some monster," Jiang Qingyan joked with a light smile.

Mo Ting nodded without saying a word.

Jiang Qingyan raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on her lips again. "The Regent keeps saying he has no ulterior motives towards me, but I haven't even touched his chest. How can I be sure he truly has no ulterior motives?"

Mo Ting frowned. Did he mean the same thing as the Emperor when he said he had no ulterior motives?

After saying that, Jiang Qingyan slowly leaned closer to Mo Ting, her hand moving down his shoulder until it touched his muscular chest...

Wow! That's quite unexpected! For a civil official, his pectoral muscles are quite well-developed! Jiang Qingyan couldn't resist giving them a quick squeeze...

Mo Ting's heart skipped a beat. He grabbed Jiang Qingyan's hand, flung it aside, and immediately stood up, shouting angrily, "Your Majesty, please have some self-respect!"

Jiang Qingyan's hand stung a little from his grip, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she patiently smiled and said, "How am I being disrespectful? I like you, so I want to be close to you. Does the Regent think it's wrong for me to like someone?"

Mo Ting was speechless. The Emperor liked him? When did that happen? Wasn't the Emperor always afraid of him?