Senior brother is so awesome!

The following is the main text of the novel "{?$article_title?}" ({?$jieqi_title?}) provided by {?$jieqi_sitename?}. Please enjoy! Seeing Feng Yunshuang's current state, I felt a pang of sorrow, even a faint sense of guilt. Overnight, her maternal clan collapsed, her father, brothers, and sisters were all executed, and she herself was dragged down from the position of Empress by the emperor who showed no mercy. It was normal for her to harbor hatred towards her.

However, her father, Prime Minister Feng, acted somewhat extremely. Did he think that by killing him, Liu Tingpei would favor his daughter and even allow the Feng family to continue to grow powerful? The story of "the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked" has played out in almost every dynasty. How could an old minister like Prime Minister Feng not understand this? The downfall of the Feng family was only a matter of time. That's how people are; they think they can be at peace with themselves unless they take matters into their own hands.

Seeing Feng Yunshuang's fear of him, he had nothing to say. He could only instruct the Cold Palace nanny to treat her well, and then discuss with Liu Tingpei after returning home whether the punishment could be reduced.

The Cold Palace was in a remote corner of the palace. Today, she had only intended to take a walk in the Imperial Garden to avoid being cooped up in the Phoenix Palace all day. Who knew that she would walk such a long way? After being pampered for so long, she felt a little tired. Her legs were sore from being abused by Zhong Zhichen yesterday. When she saw a small pavilion ahead, she sat down and refused to walk any further.

Helpless, Qing'er could only go back and ask the sedan chair to come. Before leaving, she repeatedly told her not to wander around, and only then did she quickly head towards the direction of Fengchen Palace.

Watching her figure disappear among the trees, I smiled wryly and thought, "When did Qing'er become like a housekeeper?"

Qin Yuechan looked around at the scenery. There were several trees and many flowers and plants. There was a rockery not far away. It should be a corner of the Imperial Garden. After waiting for a while, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she put her arms under her head as a pillow and fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, she felt someone lift her up in her sleep. A sense of crisis woke her up abruptly. She was about to call out with her clenched fists when she saw a very familiar face: Qin Muhan. But why did this guy look so pale?

"Where are you taking me?" I'm so grumpy when I wake up!

To her surprise, the cold-hearted man ignored her, snorted angrily, and quickly walked towards the artificial hill.

Well, she was too lazy to ask anyway; she just trusted that he wouldn't hurt her.

The two crawled into the artificial hill. They didn't see where he pressed anything, but a door slowly opened in the deep darkness in front of them. Qin Muhan hugged himself and crouched down to walk in. The stone door slowly closed again, and they were plunged into complete darkness.

The girl had an inexplicable fear of the dark, and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "Where is this? Why did you bring me here?"

The expert could see in the dark and clearly saw the fear on her face and the slight trembling of her body. The corners of his mouth silently turned up. Only under such circumstances could he make the fearless woman in front of him lean on him more.

He deliberately left the lights off, placing her on a dark octagonal table, then stepped back a few paces, crossing his arms and watching her reaction.

Suddenly leaving the warm embrace, especially in the terrifying darkness, she stretched out her arms and groped around, her face flushed with fear as she suppressed her panic: "Qin Muhan, you bastard, get out here!"

A delicate voice echoed in the quiet space, the somewhat empty surroundings even responding to her call. Beneath her lay what appeared to be a table, the fine grain of the wood clearly visible. But where was Qin Muhan? Why was he doing this? What was his purpose?

Before he could even utter a string of question marks, his anger slowly dissipated, replaced by overwhelming fear. He hugged his shoulders, his eyes wide, his breathing heavy and labored. "Mu Han... come out... don't scare me..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was embraced by a warm, broad arm. Startled, she smelled his familiar scent, and her heart pounded back into her stomach. When she relaxed, she felt a pang of grievance, and her tears flowed like a burst dam, rushing to her eyes and disappearing silently onto his chest.

"Baby, don't be afraid." Hanxiao's voice was slightly deep, yet full of affection.

Her little pink fists pounded hard on his chest, "You scared me, you bad boy, you bad boy!..."

Qin Muhan held her, letting the little one in his arms vent her grievances. He gently stroked the black hair behind her head, his raw stubble caressing her forehead with a lingering affection, the faint smile on his lips never fading. This was the ruthless and vicious concubine in the eyes of outsiders, but in reality, she was just a young girl, only sixteen years old this year.

After venting her anger for a while, she nestled in his arms, sobbing, her red lips pouting, her eyes stinging with pain. In a hoarse voice, she questioned, "You bad guy, did you bring me here just to scare me?"

He chuckled and planted a deep kiss on her forehead. "I missed you, you heartless brat."

"Hey, it's only been four days since I last saw you, is it really necessary to make such a big fuss?"

His large hand slid down her back, all the way to her round and tender little bottom, gently pinching and teasing it. He whispered in her earlobe, "I wish I could have you every day."

Although he was a seasoned veteran, he still couldn't help but tremble slightly from this teasing. Feeling the hardness coming from his legs, he blushed deeply. He knew he couldn't hold back anymore, but he was still in pain from being ravaged by Zhong Zhichen last night. If he let the beast in front of him eat him again, he definitely wouldn't be able to do anything reckless for the next few days.

So she placed her small hand against his chest, trying to push him away a little, "Mu Han... I, I'm tired, take me upstairs, otherwise Qing'er will be searching high and low if she can't find me."

Qin Muhan could clearly see the unease on her pretty face in the darkness. Feeling deeply disgusted, he suddenly tightened his grip on her, locking her firmly in his arms, and said coldly, "What? Now you want to remain chaste for the Emperor?"

She was being misunderstood, which was truly unfair. Afraid of angering him, she could only obediently stroke his fur and gently hug his lean, taut waist. "Don't overthink it. You've already taken advantage of me, and you're still making fun of me."

Her soft, coquettish words instantly extinguished her anger. She lowered her head and kissed those two irresistible lips. She couldn't resist and could only let him take what he wanted, her mind racing as she tried to escape his clutches.

The man's extreme domineering nature and the woman's gentle giving deepened the simple kiss, making the sweet taste on her lips irresistible, and he wanted to occupy every corner of her lips.

His large hands explored, causing her to tremble. Terrified by his unstoppable force, she instinctively tried to turn her head away, but he wouldn't allow it. He covered the back of her head and continued to suckle, this time almost with a punishing bite.

Qin Yuechan felt she was about to succumb to his forceful tenderness, but her mind was clearly reminding her that no, if Liu Tingpei insisted on apologizing to her tonight and wanted to stay overnight, her body would easily reveal its flaws, and if her dignity as the emperor was challenged, how could he let it go?

Qin Muhan felt like he was about to suffocate. No longer satisfied with just kissing, he laid her down on the wooden table, quickly undressed her, and then started to undress himself.

She was finally free. In the darkness, she couldn't see what he was doing, only his increasingly heavy breathing. Suddenly, she felt a chill and knew that she was lying there like a naked lamb, waiting for a hungry wolf to devour her.

"No, Qin Muhan, can we do it another day? I'm not feeling well today." The cave was underground all year round and was somewhat cold, and her naked body was trembling even more. She curled up to keep warm and backed away from his demands.

Blinded by lust, the man wouldn't stop because of her pleas. The woman's soft voice was like heavenly music. He accurately grasped her slender ankle and pulled her towards himself.

"No, Qin Muhan, you beast..." Before she could finish speaking, his lips pressed down on hers, silencing her slender body, which was completely covered by his kiss.

As expected, intense pain struck. Her lips were blocked, preventing her from crying out in pain. All she could do was bite hard in a defiant manner, as if that could alleviate the tearing pain.

The wooden table creaked under the strain, and she bit her lower lip to endure his abuse. Gradually, the pain seemed to lessen, and she gradually became numb and lost all feeling. Her mind went blank, and she fainted.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Muhan finally released all his passion, sighed with satisfaction, and withdrew.

He was already used to her fainting spells. Twice out of the three times, she would faint halfway through, leaving him to continue working while watching her sleeping beauty. But today, he seemed to smell a special scent. Having grown up in the military and on the battlefield, he was all too familiar with this scent: the smell of blood!

He focused his power and pointed towards the corner, instantly lighting the oil lamp. He took the lamp and brought it close to the spot where the smell of blood was strongest. When he saw her injuries clearly, the swollen area was dotted with red and white, and his hawk-like eyes suddenly turned cold. He tightened his grip on the lamp, and the bronze lamp base was bent out of shape...

Qing'er led the sedan chair bearers back to the original spot, but the pavilion was empty. The air seemed to still carry her faint fragrance, but she was nowhere to be seen.

The Queen has disappeared!

The Emperor was horrified and his face turned pale. He ordered all the Imperial Guards to conduct a thorough search of the palace, but they searched for two whole days without finding anyone. Afterwards, the Marquis of Zhongyong sent his troops to close the city gates and search the capital, but to no avail.

The envoy from Xuanyuan Kingdom did not leave when Xuanwu Kingdom was in chaos, and even helped the emperor search for the empress, but in the end, he was still nowhere to be found.

Ultimately, the emperor fell ill and within a month he had become so thin that he was no longer recognizable as a human being and could not handle state affairs. Since the emperor had no children, as a matter of expediency, the civil and military officials recommended the Marquis of Loyalty and Courage to be the regent and act as the head of state. The emperor, who was bedridden, also agreed to this, although of course, even if he did not agree, there was nothing he could do.

The upheavals across the country did not cause the Xuanwu Kingdom to decline, but rather to become even stronger. On the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, the emperor, who had been lying in bed for more than two months, finally passed away at the age of 28. Some say that the late emperor missed the empress so much that he fell ill from lovesickness. Some say that the Marquis of Zhongyong wanted to seize power and poison the emperor. Others say that the late empress was a fox spirit reincarnated, who drained the emperor of his vital energy and then became an immortal. The empress's disappearance was too mysterious, as if she had never existed in the world.

All the rumors were put to rest on the first day of the new emperor's coronation, and the dust settled. The Marquis of Loyalty and Valor, through tireless efforts, undoubtedly became the new emperor, with the reign title Changyu.

Upon assuming the throne, Emperor Changyu swiftly purged the court, dismissed corrupt officials, treated virtuous and talented individuals with respect, worked alongside farmers during the farming season, and led from the front during wartime. In just two years, he transformed Xuanwu Kingdom into the second strongest nation after Xuanyuan Kingdom.

It was New Year's Eve again. In an ordinary courtyard in the western suburbs of Beijing, the laughter of children could be heard from time to time outside the quiet alley. The sound of fireworks exploding in the sky could be heard in the distance. A slender woman wearing a peach-colored jacket and a white fox fur coat stood under the corridor, looking at the small world in the courtyard, and couldn't help but lower her eyes.

Suddenly, a muffled clap of thunder echoed in the sky, startling the woman into looking up. Brilliant fireworks seemed to explode overhead, their multicolored rays illuminating the sky. Also illuminated was the woman's face; her eyebrows were naturally black, like distant mountains, and her large almond-shaped eyes shone brightly with dark pupils. Her red lips parted slightly in surprise, yet held an irresistible allure. Her small, delicate face was so stunning that it captivated even the stars in the sky.

Her red lips curved into a smile, but it seemed like a bitter one. "It's been two years."

Two years is enough time for that somewhat naive girl to become a young woman. She is only eighteen years old this year, but her heart has experienced the vicissitudes of life.

---Aside---

Yunqing caught a cold, so updates have been less frequent. She's been feeling really dizzy, so please don't be offended. Staying cooped up in her room all day with the air conditioning on or the fan blowing directly on her isn't good...