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When Liu Tingpei's gloomy gaze met his, it suddenly turned into a profound smile. "Mu Han is twenty-five this year? It's a good age to get married and have children. After returning to the palace, I will carefully select a daughter for you and bestow a marriage upon you."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. However, the situation is currently turbulent, with the other four kingdoms eyeing us covetously. How can I, your humble servant, abandon the greater good for my own family at this time!"

"What a loyal subject," Liu Tingpei said. "Since that's the case, I won't force you. But Mu Han, you must always remind yourself of your status. You must never touch what you shouldn't touch." Liu Tingpei clenched his outstretched hand into a fist. A man and a woman alone in a cave, he didn't believe any man could resist Yue'er, especially not in his early twenties when he was full of passion.

Qin Muhan understood that the Emperor suspected him of having an affair with Consort Yuechen, but so what? The Emperor's throne was within his grasp. He had never been interested in that lonely and high position before, but after getting her last night, his mindset seemed to have changed slightly. He suddenly wanted to stand openly by her side.

With a fearless smile, he said, "Your Majesty is overthinking it. What's mine is mine, and what's not mine, I'll make eventually if I want it." Before the Emperor could react, he respectfully said, "This humble subject has other matters to attend to, farewell." He then turned and left gracefully.

Liu Tingpei's cold gaze remained fixed on his retreating figure. He slammed his fist hard on the table, shattering the mahogany desk. Judging from his expression, his suspicions were confirmed. The thought of his beautiful Yue'er, so alluring and charming, being slept with by another man filled him with murderous intent! He didn't care about the past, but she was now Consort Yue Chen! Where did she place him?!

In Qingsongyuan dormitory, she sneezed as soon as she got up, touched her delicate nose and frowned. Who was talking badly about her behind her back!

When Qing'er saw that she had woken up, she hurriedly went forward to help her put on her clothes and said respectfully, "Her Highness the Virtuous Consort has been kneeling outside the door for quite a while."

"Oh?" So she's here to apologize? With a smile in her bright eyes, she sat gracefully in front of the dressing table. "Let her kneel. No pain, no gain." Trying to outsmart her? Kneeling is just an appetizer.

As the heat of summer faded and early autumn arrived, the air was thick with the oppressive heat of the season, making people inexplicably irritable. At the entrance of Qingsong Garden stood a woman in full regalia, her black hair styled in a snake-like bun. Her slender neck was flushed red from the sun, and beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, quickly disappearing on the ground. Rong Yuhua's hands, hidden beneath her wide sleeves, were clenched into tight fists. She had been kneeling for two whole hours, but Consort Yuechen had refused to see her!

Don't let her stand out from the crowd, or she'll definitely pay back a hundredfold for the humiliation she suffered!

Just as Rong Yuhua was about to faint, a young palace maid came out and called out, "Your Highness has just woken up from her afternoon nap. Please come in."

Perhaps she had been kneeling for too long, for she stumbled as she rose and almost fell. Her personal maid, Ying Shuang, rushed forward to support her, her small face full of indignation, and exclaimed, "Your Majesty..."

"Shut up." He whispered to stop her, then took her hand and limped into Green Pine Garden.

When she stepped into the main hall of Qingsongyuan, the temperature difference between the inside and outside made her feel much more comfortable. Although the palace was not as luxurious and prosperous as Fengchen Palace, it was still the emperor's bedroom, so the decorations would certainly not be bad. However, since ancient times, only Consort Yuechen had been able to live with the emperor!

Ice basins were placed around the main hall, and lucky bamboo brought a touch of green to the hall. The Green Pine Garden was in a bamboo forest, which contrasted sharply with the sweltering weather outside. Thinking of the Hibiscus Pavilion where she lived, although it was reserved for imperial concubines of all dynasties, it could not compare to the Emperor's favor that Consort Yuechen received.

After waiting for a while in the main hall, Consort Yuechen finally arrived. Her light green gauze dress was a sight to behold. Her hair was casually tied up and secured with a white jade hairpin. Her small face, though without makeup, could not hide her natural beauty. Paired with the flowing light green gauze dress, she looked fresh and refined.

Suppressing the intense jealousy rising in her heart, An Yuhua hurriedly stepped forward, knelt down, and respectfully said, "This lowly woman, An Yuhua, greets Your Majesty. May Your Majesty live a thousand years!"

Qin Yuechan sat on a chaise longue made of green bamboo, the cool sensation making her feel much more comfortable. She looked down at the Consort Xian, whose head was bowed. Her hair was adorned with a circle of round pearls, and she wore pearl earrings. Her plain white brocade palace dress was embroidered with light-colored peonies, exuding a simple elegance with a touch of nobility. It seemed that she had put in a lot of effort. But if she came to apologize, why was she dressed so exquisitely?

Her naturally red lips parted slightly as she said, "Sister, get up quickly. What are you doing? If someone sees this, they'll think I did something to you." She leaned casually on the couch, and Qing'er quickly stepped forward to gently massage her legs.

The teasing tone infuriated Rong Yuhua, but she knew the purpose of her visit. Her small face, already streaked with tears, said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. Last night, I was just anxious to see if you had returned. I didn't want to be misunderstood..."

"Since it's a misunderstanding, what crime have you committed? Sister, please get up, the ground is cold." Her charming eyes were half-closed with a faint smile, but it didn't reach her eyes.

Rong Yuhua felt somewhat embarrassed by the all-seeing look in her eyes, but she remained kneeling and prostrate on the ground, continuing to wail, "Sister, don't be angry with me. I have no illusions about the Emperor. I only ask that you and the Emperor grow old together, so that I can rest in peace in the afterlife." As she spoke, she burst into tears. Even Qin Yuechan, who was watching the scene, felt sorry for her. If it were an ordinary person, they might have been moved by her words.

Before he could speak, a familiar sense of oppression swept over him. He looked up and saw the emperor, dressed in dark red casual clothes, walking in with a gloomy face.

She rose from the bed, curtsied slightly, her gauze skirt swaying with her movements, making her look like a fairy. "Your Majesty." In fact, she never curtsied to him in the palace, but with Consort Xian present today, it was better not to be too ostentatious.

He squinted at her perfect posture as she bowed to him, wishing he could go forward and help her up, but with a knot in his heart, his mood was not the same as before.

Rong Yuhua hurriedly wiped away her tears, changing the direction of her knees which were already kneeling. However, her small face still had obvious tear stains, and her big eyes were red from crying, which gave her a pitiful look. Although she could not compare to Qin Yuechan's stunning beauty and innate charm, she had her own unique charm.

Liu Tingpei smiled and looked her over, then stepped forward to help her up. "My dear consort, why perform such a grand ceremony?" He frowned and asked, "My dear consort, what happened to you? Why are you sunburned?"

Seeing him holding the Consort Xian with great affection, Qin Yuechan smiled indifferently and straightened up on her own.

Rong Yuhua looked at her with trembling eyes, then quickly lowered her head, covered her mouth and choked out, "Your Majesty, I thank you for your mercy. I just got sunburned in the garden today, it's nothing."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Ying Shuang, who was standing beside Rong Yuhua, stepped forward angrily, "Your Majesty, why don't you tell the Emperor that you knelt outside the door for two whole hours under the midday sun! Otherwise, how could you be so sunburned!"

Rong Yuhua quickly spoke up to stop her, "What nonsense are you talking about! How could Consort Yuechen make me kneel outside the door for two hours!" These words confirmed the servant's words.

Qin Yuechan fiddled with the jade-inlaid silk sash at her waist, coldly observing the vulgar spectacle before her. She had long seen through the strangeness of her elaborate attire and kneeling; it turned out it was all a setup to frame her.

With a calm smile, she met Liu Tingpei's gaze, her eyes narrowed with anger as she scrutinized and questioned, "Consort Yuechen, why did you punish Consort Xian without cause? Is it because I have spoiled you too much that you have become arrogant?"

"Your Majesty is right no matter what. I was woken up and haven't had enough sleep yet. Please make yourself at home!" She gave a delicate yawn and turned to go into the bedroom.

"Consort Yuechen!" A furious roar rang out from behind.

She stopped and turned gracefully, but her brows furrowed slightly, revealing her impatience.

Just as Liu Tingpei was about to step forward, Consort Xian grabbed his sleeve and looked at him with pitiful eyes: "Your Majesty, please don't be angry. It was all my fault last night. It's understandable that my sister is angry. Please don't be angry. She just cares about you too much."

Qin Yuechan chuckled upon hearing this, amused by her brilliant performance. While the words were ostensibly meant to be about her, there was a hint of resentment in them.

The anger that had been extinguished by the words "too much care" burned even brighter when he saw her disdainful smile! He suddenly picked up Consort Xian and said coldly, "My beloved consort, are you confused? You are all my beloved consorts, not someone who can have you all to himself." After saying that, he strode out with Consort Xian in his arms.

Seeing her seemingly indifferent expression, Qing'er, whose heart had always been numb, began to worry. "Your Majesty, if you just say a few kind words, the Emperor will not blame you. Why do this..."

She waved her hand gently, "With Consort Xian's involvement, she has actually helped me out, preventing people from saying that I am a bewitching concubine who has bewitched the emperor." She ignored Qing'er and turned to walk into her bedroom.

Because Qingsong Garden was always prepared for the emperor, the bed was spacious, comparable to her Fengchen Palace. Now she could roll around as she pleased, feeling incredibly happy. She had long been fed up with Liu Tingpei's nightly demands for pleasure. Although he was skilled and long-lasting, she still felt disgusted. After all, he wasn't someone she truly loved, so there was no such ecstatic enjoyment.

Recalling their passionate encounter in the cave last night, she couldn't help but feel aroused. Qin Muhan, who seemed so cold, was actually still a virgin. A man experiencing his first sexual desire was indeed not to be trifled with...

Now that she has fallen out with Consort Xian, her father Rong Zhiyuan's influence is no longer reliable. Qin Muhan's arrival, however, can lend her a hand...

In Furong Pavilion, Liu Tingpei carried the Virtuous Consort back, and his pent-up anger suddenly erupted. He had given her everything, only to be rewarded with her lewd seduction of a courtier! Enraged, he tore open the clothes of the woman beside him and pounced on her like a wolf. He wanted to show her that he didn't have to be Qin Yuechan!

Finally, amidst the raging storm, he let out a final roar, ending their passionate embrace. Gazing at the woman beneath him, blushing with shy delight at her first taste of love, his mood suddenly lifted. He was the Emperor! Not a dog groveling at Qin Yuechan's feet, to be ordered around at will! With just a flick of his finger, he could have plenty of women stripping naked and waiting for his favor.

Seeing the bright red stain on the bed, the man's desire to conquer surged. Although Consort Xian was not as charming and alluring as her, making him want her again and again, Consort Xian was still a virgin, and that kind of innocent feeling was something she had never experienced. So he thought of ignoring her for a while so that she could reflect on her mistakes and kneel down to beg for his favor!

When she woke up again, it was already evening. She was wearing a light white nightgown, and her long black hair cascaded down to her hips without restraint. She opened the window, and a cool breeze from the bamboo forest outside rushed in, carrying the fragrance of earth and the freshness of bamboo leaves. She couldn't help but loosen her grip and close her eyes, feeling like a little bird, wandering in the breeze...

A jarring knock sounded at the door. "Your Majesty is awake? Shall we begin dinner?" It was Qing'er's voice.

Dinner was inevitably another feast of meat and fish. She picked at a few vegetables and ate them before listlessly putting down her chopsticks. "Come for a walk with me," she said. "I'm so bored after sleeping all day."

Having rid himself of the accompanying palace maids, and with only Qing'er by his side, he headed toward the garden, where he heard that many exotic flowers and rare herbs were planted.

On the way, Qing'er finally couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, the eunuch who delivered the food just now said that Consort Xian has already served the Emperor and has been promoted to Noble Consort Xian. What do you think..."

She glanced indifferently at the willow branches drooping by the roadside, "This is a good thing. She's been in the palace for so long and is still a virgin. People will laugh at her if they find out."

Seeing this, Qing'er stopped talking.

Upon arriving at the small garden, I was stunned by the sight before me. The flowers were so beautiful, a riot of colors vying for attention. Even though the flowers should have faded by evening, they were still blooming vibrantly. The colors of red, yellow, green, and blue were truly astonishing. As if guided by fate, I walked up to a rose bush, my beautiful eyes filled with surprise. "There are blue roses here too?" The blue rose had a touch of gold along its edges, its alluring beauty tinged with nobility. It grew silently in the corner of the wall, yet it was truly the king of flowers.

"Does the young lady recognize this flower?" A cool voice came from behind. Looking up, she saw a man in red standing silently beside her.

Before she could even marvel at his extraordinary lightness of foot, she was stunned by his celestial appearance. His black hair was casually tied back with a white ribbon, his eyebrows slanted upwards, his large eyes held a hint of surprise as he looked at her, and his thin lips curved into a smile. He was so handsome that he seemed otherworldly. A red robe draped over his tall and slender body, the loose fabric fluttering in the wind, making him appear even more like an immortal about to take flight.

The handsome man before me was indeed beautiful, but his skin was far too pale, as if he hadn't seen the sun for years, and the veins under his neck were very prominent. Did he have some kind of illness? And why did I have this strange sense of familiarity?

"Why are you looking at me without saying anything, young lady?" Seeing that the very beautiful woman was only looking him over, he asked again.

"Ah, no, but who are you?" She was certain he wasn't from the palace, and since he kept calling her "Miss," it meant he was indeed from the imperial palace.

The aloof man in red coughed lightly a few times, his cheeks flushed an unnatural crimson. "I... I am the gardener of this garden of a hundred flowers."

"Gardener, huh? Did you plant all these flowers?"

His gaze fell on the flowers in the garden, and a smile appeared on his pale lips, as if he were looking at his own children. "Flowers also have life and soul. I am only responsible for fertilizing and watering them. The fact that they can grow so beautiful and charming is all due to their own abilities."

The ethereal voice seemed to come from the heavens, making him look more like an immortal. But then he changed the subject, his clear eyes looking at her, "Miss, you haven't told me yet how you know this flower is called Blue Enchantress."

Qin Yuechan smiled, "This flower is originally called a blue rose, but it's so alluring that it's called the Blue Enchantress." How would she know why it's called the Blue Enchantress? She'd probably just make it up. She only knew it from when she was working at a flower shop, but the Blue Enchantresses in modern flower shops are all dyed, and pure blue roses are even rarer.

Since there weren't as many chemicals in ancient times, was it all-natural?

"This name suits it well; from now on, let's call it Blue Enchantress." Her smile grew wider, as innocent as a child's, reminding her of another man who loved wearing red. However, compared to him, Ji Sansheng was naturally alluring, while he was like a treasure accidentally left behind by a god, as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

"What's your name?" she asked softly, afraid of disturbing the beautiful scene before her.

He chuckled, “Yunting. Yun as in clouds, Ting as in pavilion.”

"That sounds so nice. My name is... call me Shanshan, the one who's late."

Looking at the woman with a faint smile between her brows, Yun Ting finally understood the meaning of "beauty that could topple kingdoms" in the books. Such a woman must be the kind of woman who could topple a city with one glance and a kingdom with a second.

As dusk fell, Qing'er reminded her that it was time to go back. Qin Yuechan then bid him farewell, saying, "I'll go back first, and I'll come find you again tomorrow, okay?"

Yun Ting nodded excitedly, "Okay, I'll wait for you here." Finally, someone was willing to play with him.

After saying goodbye to Yunting, they returned to Qingsongyuan. As soon as they entered, they saw eunuchs carrying out several boxes. Qing'er went up and looked through them and found that they were all Qin Yuechan's clothes and daily necessities.

Just as she was wondering, Liu Tingpei walked out of the door with Consort Xian in his arms. Seeing that she still had the mood to take a walk, his anger flared up even more. He held Consort Xian tightly in his arms and played with her slender fingers with great affection. "My dear consort, from now on, Qingsong Garden will be our residence, so..." He turned his head and said coldly to Qin Yuechan, "Consort Yuechen, go to Qinglin Garden next door."

He waited, waiting for her to fall out of favor and beg for mercy, waiting for her calm and composed expression to shatter. But to his surprise, she smiled even more broadly. "Then I wish Your Majesty and Consort Xian a loving and harmonious marriage." With that, she curtsied and ordered the eunuch to lead the way towards Qinglin Garden.

Liu Tingpei was furious and tightened his grip even more. Consort Xian cried out in pain, "Your Majesty, you're hurting me!"

He then released her hand, looked at her again, and walked straight to the study, his stiff back conveying a hint of anger.

The maid Ying Shuang flattered her smugly, "Your Highness has finally made it! Everyone knows that Qinglin Garden is in the most remote location, right next to that forbidden area. I'm afraid you'll be frightened by evil spirits and won't be able to sleep at night!"

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