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

Mo Ting was completely stunned by Jiang Qingyan's sudden confession. Although homosexuality was common in this city, it was still hard to accept that it was happening between the Emperor and him...

He paused, then said somewhat awkwardly, "But I am not a homosexual, nor do I have any interest in men..."

Jiang Qingyan got up from the bed, walked to Mo Ting's side, stared straight into his eyes, and asked seriously, "Does the Regent have someone he loves?"

Mo Ting shook his head. He was completely focused on state affairs and had to constantly monitor the Emperor's progress. He had no time to think about personal matters, especially since he didn't even have any maids in his household...

Jiang Qingyan coughed lightly, a sly smile appearing on her face. She leaned closer to Mo Ting and whispered, "Then I can make you my empress, so that you may share this world with me."

Upon hearing this, Mo Ting was startled and quickly stopped him, saying, "Your Majesty, you mustn't be so reckless! How can the matter of bestowing an empress be treated like a child's play?"

Jiang Qingyan smiled, took Mo Ting's hand, and a firm look flashed in her eyes: "I'm not being unreasonable. As long as you're willing, I don't care what others say."

Mo Ting gazed at Jiang Qingyan, sensing the sincerity in her eyes, and his heart stirred. The Emperor actually loved him so much, willing to sacrifice the empire…

But what Jiang Qingyan was thinking was... Although Mo Ting said he had no ill intentions towards her, he was, after all, the powerful regent who had held absolute power for so long. Who knew if he had any designs on the throne? It would be better to use this situation to test him.

After saying that, Jiang Qingyan gently kissed Mo Ting's lips, her movements incredibly tender. Mo Ting felt a soft, yielding touch on his lips, a sensation that made his heart race.

But reason pulled him back. He pursed his lips and said in a deep voice, "But... since ancient times, husband and wife have always been a man paired with a woman. If it's two men... I cannot accept it..."

Jiang Qingyan shook her head and stared intently at his face. "The ancients also said that heterosexuality is for procreation, while homosexuality is true love!"

Mo Ting was completely baffled. Which ancient person said this? He considered himself well-read, so how come he had never seen this passage before?

Seeing Mo Ting's bewildered expression, Jiang Qingyan almost burst out laughing, and tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to hold it in.

In Mo Ting's eyes... Jiang Qingyan's tears were shed because of her deep love for him... Thinking of this, his gaze towards Jiang Qingyan gradually softened...

Of course, he was right; the tears were indeed shed for him, but... they were shed to laugh at him...

Seeing that Mo Ting's psychological defenses were being broken down step by step, Jiang Qingyan decided to press her advantage and win him over in one fell swoop!

Then she grabbed Mo Ting's hand, put on a pitiful expression, and said, "Mo Ting...would you like to stay with me tonight?"

Surprisingly, Mo Ting didn't push her away this time. Faced with such an incredibly beautiful face and hearing such affectionate words, he found it hard to refuse...

A subtle, almost imperceptible smile appeared on Jiang Qingyan's lips. It seemed like it had worked!

You have to seize the handsome man you've got! Otherwise you'll regret it later!

Jiang Qingyan immediately perked up. She reached out her index finger, hooked Mo Ting's chin, and gently took his lips into her mouth...

Mo Ting's ears turned slightly red, his heart was pounding, and his mind went blank. He just let her do whatever she wanted.

Jiang Qingyan said softly, "Open your mouth..."

Mo Ting inexplicably obeyed and slightly parted his lips. Jiang Qingyan smiled with satisfaction, and the gentle yet passionate kiss deepened once more, her tongue roaming freely in his mouth…

Mo Ting's tense nerves gradually relaxed, his cheeks began to flush, and he slightly closed his eyes, responding softly...

When their emotions ran deep, Mo Ting looked up and gently cupped the back of Jiang Qingyan's head with one hand, while his other hand encircled her waist, pulling her close to him.

Having always been a loner, he experienced this relaxing, tingling sensation for the first time in 19 years. It was intense and comfortable, so much so that he became completely immersed in it and couldn't pull himself away...

Perhaps that ancient person was right; true love is between people of the same sex… Mo Ting chooses to try and accept the Emperor's love…

He kissed her more and more passionately, to the point that he forgot why he had come here that night...

Jiang Qingyan gently withdrew her tongue, and her lips parted slightly from his. Mo Ting slowly opened his eyes, and a faint sense of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Qingyan turned around and lay back on the couch, smiling as she said:

"The Regent's kiss was sweet, and I am very satisfied, but I am tired today and need to sleep. Whether you want to stay here or go back is up to you."

Mo Ting remained silent… His body felt like it was on fire, unbearably hot… The tingling, powerless sensation hadn’t subsided, leaving him unable to move for a moment…

After a moment, he calmed down a bit, and then he remembered Jiang Qingyan's pitiful appearance earlier... He couldn't help but feel a little moved...

He slowly walked to the bedside, lay down beside Jiang Qingyan, and tucked her in. Soon after, he heard Jiang Qingyan's soft snoring.

Mo Ting turned to his side, staring at the sleeping Jiang Qingyan. Her face, even if it were a woman's, wouldn't look out of place; on the contrary, it would be even more stunning. If only she were a princess…

Mo Ting's mind seemed to be wandering again, and he frowned slightly... He's so good at kissing; I wonder how many times he's practiced kissing those beauties...

Mo Ting turned around, intending to get up and leave, but Jiang Qingyan's hand suddenly landed on Mo Ting's body...

Mo Ting shuddered and froze on the spot. He looked down at Jiang Qingyan and saw that she still had her eyes closed and was breathing steadily, seemingly still immersed in sleep.

He felt conflicted, unsure whether Jiang Qingyan's actions were intentional or unintentional. He wanted to push her hand away, but he was afraid of waking her and disturbing her sweet dreams.

In the end, Mo Ting decided to remain still, letting Jiang Qingyan's hand rest on him. He lay there quietly, feeling her warmth and breath, and a strange feeling arose in his heart…

He lost both his parents at a young age, and his relatives disliked him, only sending a steward to visit him occasionally... His peers mocked him for not having parents and refused to be close to him... He had never experienced familial love, friendship, let alone romantic love...

This was the first time he had heard someone say they liked him, and he was overjoyed…

But if he really gets together with the emperor, how will the court officials view them? How will the people of the world view them?

The next day, as usual, Eunuch Wang's voice rang out from outside the door, only this time it was a little softer than before.

"Your Majesty, it is time to rise at the hour of Yin (3-5 AM)."

Jiang Qingyan, her eyes still closed, hugged the person in her arms even tighter, nuzzling her head against his neck, and mumbled sleepily, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and the palace maids entered one by one carrying toiletries. When they reached the bedside, everyone was shocked!

The person on this bed is... the Regent!