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

Seeing that Mo Ting's palm was red, Jiang Qingyan's eyes widened. This was really going to be a disaster...

Startled, she quickly used a male voice to stop him, saying, "Mo Ting, it's me!"

Mo Ting paused for a moment, then withdrew his palm, frowning as he said, "Your voice..."

Jiang Qingyan took Mo Ting's hand, her eyes filled with deep affection: "Mo Ting, you're finally back... I missed you so much..."

Hearing the familiar voice, Mo Ting's heart trembled, and the coldness in his eyes completely melted away. He asked in confusion, "Are you the Emperor...? Why are you dressed as a woman?"

Jiang Qingyan chuckled softly, "Because I am a woman."

Mo Ting was completely stunned, his face filled with disbelief: "What? How could you possibly be a woman?"

Jiang Qingyan pulled Mo Ting to sit on the bed and told him everything about how she transmigrated and how the original owner of the body disguised herself as a woman.

Mo Ting sat on the bed and listened quietly to Jiang Qingyan's confession. It took him a long time to fully process everything she said.

Jiang Qingyan gently rested her head on Mo Ting's shoulder. "Mo Ting, I really had my reasons for what happened in the past. Can you forgive me?"

Mo Ting put his arm around Jiang Qingyan's shoulder and gently kissed her hair. "It's not your fault."

Jiang Qingyan looked up at Mo Ting and pursed her lips: "So...do you prefer men or women?"

Mo Ting stared at Jiang Qingyan's face, his eyes full of tenderness: "I only like you."

He had finally convinced himself that he liked men, but then he learned that the person he deeply loved was a woman, and such a stunning woman at that… He felt an overwhelming excitement, as if he had found a priceless treasure…

Mo Ting embraced Jiang Qingyan, lowered his head to kiss her lips, and then pressed her down onto the bed...

Jiang Qingyan felt a little pain from the weight of the nuts beneath her. She mumbled, her mouth still holding Mo Ting's tongue, "There's...something on the bed...it hurts..."

Mo Ting glanced at the nuts on the bed, then yanked off the blanket, scattering the nuts all over the floor.

He then gently lifted Jiang Qingyan's back and tossed her belongings down...

Jiang Qingyan wrapped her arms around Mo Ting's neck and frantically kissed him. This feeling of having regained what she had lost made her even more afraid of losing it again...

Mo Ting stroked Jiang Qingyan's shoulder, slowly opened his eyes, and saw that the skin of the person beneath him appeared even whiter and more delicate against the backdrop of her bright red wedding dress...

Mo Ting's eyes were filled with lust, and his long-suppressed emotions finally erupted...

The Chaoyang Palace was instantly filled with the warmth of spring. As the dragon and phoenix red candles burned out, the two remained awake all night, entwined until dawn...

Mo Ting held Jiang Qingyan's shoulders and waist tightly with both hands, murmuring, "Nine times... two more times..."

Jiang Qingyan was, after all, using the equipment for the first time, and had been tormented by Mo Ting all night. Her whole body ached terribly. With her eyes downcast, she said wearily, "Mo Ting, what are you talking about..."

Mo Ting suddenly realized something, quickly raised his head, and said with a serious expression, "You're a woman... then... who was the male voice I heard that night, the one entwined with Xia Meier?"

Jiang Qingyan frowned and said, "Did you hear that?"

Mo Ting nodded: "Yes, I stood outside the door that night and heard her screaming all night long, which is why I got angry and left the palace when I heard Xia Meier was pregnant..."

Jiang Qingyan scoffed, "So you're angry because you thought Xia Meier was carrying my child?"

Mo Ting lay down next to Jiang Qingyan again and gave an awkward smile.

Jiang Qingyan gently kissed Mo Ting's forehead and said softly, "Don't leave me again. I miss you so much."

Mo Ting nodded and buried his head in Jiang Qingyan's chest, making Jiang Qingyan feel itchy inside.

Jiang Qingyan pushed Mo Ting away and said seriously, "No! Are you trying to drain me dry?"

Mo Ting pursed his lips, his face flushed, and gently leaned against Jiang Qingyan, staring at her. He quickly changed the subject: "I haven't asked you yet, where did the empress you married go?"

Jiang Qingyan rolled her eyes at him and said in a deep voice, "The empress I married is you. Since you ran away, I just found someone to impersonate you and hold the ceremony."

Mo Ting's eyes were filled with disbelief. "You married me, the Empress?"

Jiang Qingyan closed her eyes wearily, "Well... thankfully you made it back for our wedding night."

A flicker of surprise crossed Mo Ting's eyes, his heart filled with unexpected joy and regret. That was actually his wedding... and he had missed it...

Jiang Qingyan slowly said, "Speaking of this, we have to thank Xia Meier's child, otherwise you wouldn't have become empress so smoothly."

Mo Ting said with a regretful expression, "It's all my fault for getting jealous..."

Jiang Qingyan narrowed her eyes, rested her head on Mo Ting's arm, and said softly, "Alright, go and get some sleep. Although you don't have to attend the morning court these days, today is the first day of your marriage, and you will have to come with me to pay respects to the Empress Dowager at noon."

Mo Ting gently stroked Jiang Qingyan's smooth back, then slowly closed his eyes. "Mmm... sleep..."

At noon, Jiang Qingyan was awakened by a tingling sensation all over her body. When she opened her eyes, she found Mo Ting kissing her passionately...

Jiang Qingyan frowned. Had this man gone mad after losing his virginity? How could his stamina be so good?

She gently nudged Mo Ting's head. "It's time to see the Empress Dowager..."

Seeing that Jiang Qingyan was awake, Mo Ting quickly raised his head and looked at her pitifully.

Feeling the hardness against her body, Jiang Qingyan's face darkened, and she firmly refused, "No! Absolutely not!"

After saying that, she pushed Mo Ting away and got up to get dressed.

Seeing the red marks all over Jiang Qingyan's body, Mo Ting felt a pang of pity. He bit his lower lip, trying to suppress his desire, and slowly got out of bed.

When his gaze fell upon the stain of blood on the bedsheet, Mo Ting was overwhelmed with excitement. He was the Emperor's first man… Even if it meant death, it would be worth it…

Jiang Qingyan didn't notice Mo Ting behind her, who was beaming with excitement. She was busy wrapping gauze around her chest.

Mo Ting, realizing what was happening, stared blankly, a hint of heartache in his eyes… Wrapped so tightly, doesn't it really hurt…?

After Jiang Qingyan finished wrapping the gauze, Mo Ting had already changed into a men's empress uniform specially made by the Imperial Household Department. He then helped Jiang Qingyan put on her clothes one by one and carefully tied up her hair.

Jiang Qingyan sat in front of the bronze mirror, looking at the red marks on her neck, and smiled, "Mo Ting, from now on we are a real husband and wife."

Mo Ting leaned down and gently kissed Jiang Qingyan's hair, saying softly, "I will never leave you again, my wife."

Jiang Qingyan tilted her head and looked at him, whispering, "You should still call me husband, so that no one will find out."

Mo Ting chuckled softly, "Alright... Husband..."

When the two arrived at Yongshou Palace, the Empress Dowager's groans could still be heard inside. Mo Ting frowned in disgust, his stomach churning.

Jiang Qingyan glanced at Mo Ting, whose face was full of disgust, and sneered: "It's good that the Empress Dowager is like this every day, so that she won't have time to bother you."

Seeing the Emperor and Empress approaching, Yinxing quickly knocked on the door and said in a deep voice, "Empress Dowager, the Emperor and Empress have arrived..."

The sounds inside the hall abruptly ceased, and then a man ran out of the hall; he looked somewhat familiar…