Senior brother is so awesome!

The following is the main text of the novel "{?$article_title?}" ({?$jieqi_title?}) provided by {?$jieqi_sitename?}. Please enjoy! It was a bit cold, so I tightened my cloak. Gazing at the colorful fireworks in the sky, my eyes narrowed into two crescent moons. New Year's Eve must be bustling with activity on the streets, I thought. As I imagined it, a sense of loneliness crept in. Although my life now could be described as luxurious and carefree, I couldn't help but think back to my hectic days in my previous life. [Novel Domain updates fastest, full text hand-typed, every day after get off work I had to work as a temporary sales promoter at the supermarket, constantly busy.]

Although I was tired back then, I felt fulfilled. Apart from some minor work-related conflicts, I had almost nothing to worry about. Now that I'm finally living the life of a freeloader, I feel extremely uncomfortable. I sigh, "What a worthless life..."

Someone approached and said, "Madam, please come inside. It's too cold."

His indifferent tone seemed unchanged from the beginning, yet it made the otherwise dull two years seem less lifeless.

Qin Yuechan took the hand warmer from Qing'er. The warm touch made her realize that her hands were already freezing cold. She was most afraid of the cold, but on the last night of this year, she stood under the corridor, enduring the cold wind, unwilling to leave.

Having served her mistress for almost three years, Qing'er was very adept at understanding the emotions conveyed by her expressions. Looking at that cool, jade-like profile, she sighed silently and took another step forward to persuade her, "Madam..."

"I know, little housekeeper." She stopped her with a faint smile, "If I can't go out, can't I at least look at plums to quench my thirst?"

Just then, a string of silvery laughter passed by the courtyard gate, mixed with the sound of children running quickly. She couldn't help but touch her flat stomach. It had been almost three years since her last miscarriage, but she had never gotten pregnant again. She couldn't help but fall silent. Could it be that the last miscarriage had damaged her body?

The courtyard gate creaked open, and a dashing man in a black cloak walked in from behind the heavy doors. His tall figure appeared even more robust in the moonlight. His black hair was tied up with a white jade crown, and his sharply defined face had thick, sword-like eyebrows that slanted into his temples. His eagle-like, sharp eyes softened instantly when he saw the graceful woman standing under the eaves. He turned and gave a few instructions to his men before quickly stepping forward and embracing her in his arms.

"Baby, you're being naughty. How can you stand outside in this cold weather?" His deep voice carried a hint of reproach, but he held her even tighter. The faint fragrance that occasionally wafted into his nose finally soothed his heart.

Qin Yuechan pouted and leaned against his warm embrace, letting herself be pampered by his domineering love. "What brings you here today? Isn't there a banquet in the palace?"

Qin Muhan scoffed, "Why does it smell sour?"

He bent down, picked her up, and carried her into the inner room, his handsome face filled with doting affection. "Can any banquet be more important than my Chan'er?"

A smile touched her red lips. "Smooth-talking."

Ever since he knocked her unconscious in the secret room that day, she woke up the next day to find herself locked in this unfamiliar courtyard. Despite the pain all over her body, she asked Qin Muhan, who was sitting by the bed, but was almost frozen by his icy gaze.

That night, the Emperor did not come to Fengchen Palace, but her body showed obvious signs of lovemaking. He noticed it but did not ask. When she woke up, he left in a huff. The next day, Qing'er also came to this small courtyard, saying that she was ordered by her master to take care of the lady.

It wasn't "Your Majesty," but "Madam." Only then did she realize that Qing'er was someone Qin Muhan had planted. She couldn't help but smile bitterly. She should have discovered it sooner. So many secret meetings at the Imperial Temple had been kept completely hidden. Even his coincidental appearance in the pavilion in the Imperial Garden seemed to suggest that everything she had done was secretly arranged by Qin Muhan.

Since then, she has been under house arrest, completely unaware of what's happening outside. She wonders if the Emperor will turn the world upside down upon learning of her disappearance, and how Zhong Zhichen and the other five will react. She indulges in these wicked daydreams, but is content with the peace and quiet without any conflict.

Two months later, one night, Qin Muhan appeared before her. He looked somewhat haggard after not seeing her for two whole months, but his gaze towards her seemed to be filled with infatuation. Before she could ask, he grabbed her clothes, dressed her haphazardly, and stuffed her into the carriage. They rode in silence and bumped along the way. When they got out of the carriage, they found themselves in a familiar scene: the magnificent Xuanwu Kingdom Palace.

To her surprise, Qin Muhan led her directly into the Hall of Mental Cultivation without any hindrance, and she finally met the Emperor, Liu Tingpei, whom she had not seen for two months, in the Emperor's bedroom.

She was horrified to see that the man, who had originally been strong and tall with fierce eyes, was now just skin and bones, exuding a thick aura of death. His slightly disproportionate head and cloudy eyes stared at her.

His eye sockets were deeply sunken, but his eyeballs bulged even more. Looking at her, he tried to sit up in surprise, but he was powerless. With a hoarse voice, he stretched out his thin, bony hand, "Yue'er, you, you're back?"

He seemed to have exhausted all his energy with just that one short sentence, and as soon as he finished speaking, he started coughing violently.

She looked at Qin Muhan with surprise and suspicion. He had no time to look at her. He stared at the emaciated king on the bed with his cold eyes, and his voice was as cold as the river water in the dead of winter, "Your Majesty, your Empress has come to see you."

A smile appeared on Liu Tingpei's withered face as he panted heavily. His outstretched hand froze in place, and he called out hoarsely, "Yue'er, come to me, come here..."

Qin Yuechan felt her legs were about to give way. Qin Muhan gave her a deep look, then glanced at her and said, "I'll wait for you outside." He turned and left coldly.

As the saying goes, "When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out." At this moment, Liu Tingpei was terminally ill. All the resentment she had felt towards him was thrown to the winds. She reached out her fair hand and placed it on his, then sat on the edge of the bed, lifting her skirt. "Your Majesty..." she called softly, but she didn't know what to say.

He remained silent, his withered, large hand tightly cradling her soft hand, stroking it, smiling with a sense of relief…

That night in the Xuanwu Kingdom's palace seemed exceptionally long. She watched as the once dashing king spoke and laughed, each word and cough a gentle murmur, as if he had condensed decades of laughter into that one night.

"Moon, I was instantly captivated by you at first sight..."

"Moon, I love how you look in that pink dress..."

"Moon, don't blame me..."

"Yue'er..."

By the end, she was in tears. The man before her had snatched her away from her beloved husband, possessed her domineeringly, cruelly announced Chen Zhi's divorce, tried everything to make her happy, stayed by her bedside without changing his clothes, and relentlessly demanded pleasure every night...

Scenes flashed before his eyes like a scene from a drama; it seemed like only yesterday that he had abducted her to the inn, and in the blink of an eye, he was on the verge of death.

She asked herself, "Do I only hate him and not love him? Then why does my heart ache so much, and why are my tears blurring my vision like a broken string of pearls?"

The gauze curtains fluttered, and the lights flickered dimly in the dark palace. The howling of the cold wind could be heard through the cracks in the windows, sounding just like the weeping of ghosts... I don't know how I got out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. My hands still seemed to be warm with his touch, and I could still feel his breath. But that person is gone forever, having reigned for only one year.

"What are you thinking about, baby?" A deliberately lowered voice came, and the grip on her tightened, revealing the owner's displeasure.

She pulled herself out of her reverie, a touch of tenderness softening her somber face. She turned and nestled into his arms, greedily inhaling his scent. After a while, a deep, resonant voice rang out from his chest: "I missed you."

A smile appeared on his resolute face as he stroked her delicate back and hugged her tightly. "It's my fault. I've been busy with political affairs lately. Things will get better in a few days, and I'll make it up to you properly."

She nodded obediently, like a little animal. She could understand that a diligent and ambitious emperor always had many things to deal with.

Under the dim light, inside the gauze-draped wardrobe, he groped for her fragrant lips, rolled over and pinned her beneath him, gently licking and kissing them.

When the naked woman beneath him finally let out a soft moan, he couldn't help but deepen the kiss, his long tongue plunging in and entwining with hers, his hands teasing her most sensitive spots, feeling her most primal trembling.

Their bodies were perfectly aligned, and the two couldn't help but sigh with satisfaction. She frowned, biting her lower lip gently, enduring his invasion within her. After a fierce storm, she finally surrendered, her small hands gripping the edge of the bed suddenly loosening and falling to her sides. Her beautiful eyes glazed over as she murmured, "Gently..." before turning her head and falling into a deep sleep.

Qin Muhan gave a helpless bitter smile. Why is it always like this? The little person beneath him was too thin, but despite years of nourishing her body, she hadn't gained weight. Her waist was slender enough to be grasped in one hand, and her curves were still as plump and slender as ever, making her all the more endearing.

Looking at her tired face, he shook his head with a wry smile and gently began to work. There was no way around it; he still had a long way to go…

When she woke up the next day, her little hand instinctively touched one side, and sure enough, it was already cold. She felt a little lost. Holding the quilt that still smelled of him, she stared wide-eyed at the top of the green gauze wardrobe, wide awake. After a long while, she dragged her aching body out of bed and got dressed.

In fact, when he first ascended the throne, he had suggested that she enter the palace to be his empress, but she refused. She had been empress for two reigns, and no matter how much he tried to clear her name, her appearance could not be changed. If someone with ulterior motives were to spread rumors, it might affect his foundation. After all, not everyone believed in him as he had risen from a minister to the emperor. She would feel guilty about causing trouble for the sake of unnecessary fame, so she lived in the courtyard. He would leave the palace to accompany her every now and then, but he never missed a morning court session and had to leave early.

The western suburbs of the capital are quite a distance from the palace. Seeing him travel back and forth like this, I felt so sorry for him. So every time we made love, even if I was very tired, I would try my best to please him. But I could never hold on and would fall asleep first.

Winter was Qin Yuechan's least favorite season. The biting cold made even the simplest task of dressing extremely difficult. Fortunately, a brazier had already been lit inside, which was much better than the central heating in her previous life.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, she put on the red silk dress that Qing'er had prepared for her. The cuffs and hem of the dress were embroidered with delicate hibiscus flowers. Her small face, no bigger than a palm, looked even more fair and delicate against the bright red background. Her black hair was tied up in a cloud-like bun, adorned with a golden hairpin and a swaying hair ornament. She was absolutely gorgeous and fragrant.

Gazing at the stunning beauty in the mirror, she glanced at Qing'er, who was adjusting her skirt, and said, "Why go through all this trouble? We can't go out anyway, and it's not for our own benefit."

Qing'er kept working, "Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. If you don't dress up and look your best, you'll look dull all year round."

She smiled and shook her head, the tassels of her gold hairpin jingling. "Sigh," she thought, "I haven't even had a chance to wish him a Happy New Year yet..."

The food was served, but Qing'er stood respectfully to one side. Qin Yuechan was puzzled. In the past two years, she had already educated Qing'er to eat at the same table. Why was she acting up again now?

When asked, she didn't answer, but just stood there respectfully, like a Buddha statue.

Just then, a familiar scent filled the air. As she was wondering what it was, Qin Muhan, dressed in a brocade robe, strode in and stood up in surprise. "Why are you here again?" he asked.

Qin Muhan gazed at the beautiful woman in red, his eyes widening in amazement as he smiled even more broadly. He leaned forward and embraced her slender waist, asking, "On the first day of the Lunar New Year, can your husband leave his wife alone?"

It was supposed to be a wonderful occasion, but his wife stirred up old memories. Not wanting to spoil the atmosphere, he forced a charming smile and said, "Everyone's gone, why did you come running back?"

"I had some business to attend to at the palace, so I left early this morning." These simple words told her that he had originally planned to stay with her until she woke up, but something had disrupted his plans, forcing him to rush back and forth. No wonder Qing'er had been getting her ready so early; hehe, she was waiting for her here. A touch of warmth touched her, and her earlier displeasure vanished completely.

Throughout breakfast, she was forced to sit on his lap and fed until she was full. Touching her slightly round belly, she pouted and refused when he offered her a meatball, saying, "I don't want to eat anymore, hug me!"

Looking at her greasy little mouth, he suddenly leaned forward and took her sweetness into his mouth, savoring the taste that belonged only to her. He lingered there for a long time until she had difficulty breathing before he let her go.

Qin Yuechan gave him a coquettish look, "You can't even be proper while eating." She took a clean handkerchief and wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth. She accidentally caught a glimpse of the tent under his pants, and her face turned bright red. She cursed him under her breath as a pervert.

Finally suppressing his urge to have her, he took a deep breath, pinched her rosy cheeks, and teased, "Little vixen, do you want to drain all my energy?"

"You're turning the tables on me!" The thief is crying "stop thief!"—that's the guy right in front of us.

His hawk-like eyes held a tenderness as he grasped her small, pink fist and chuckled, "I was wrong. As punishment, I'll take you out for some fresh air today."

She stood there, stunned, thinking she had misheard, and asked unwillingly, "What did you say?"

He gently pinched her nose, then picked her up like a little monkey and carried her outside. "Silly girl, I'm going to take you out to play."

Sitting in the spacious carriage, she still couldn't believe she was out. Her face was beaming with joy, and Qin Muhan, who was holding her, was also infected by her happiness. His usually icy face showed a rare smile as he stroked her slender waist and smelled her faint fragrance. It was as if the hustle and bustle outside didn't exist.

The carriage had been specially modified. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, people were visiting each other outside, and the occasional sound of firecrackers from children could be heard into the carriage. The noise was already very faint. She stretched out her slender fingers and gently lifted the small curtain of the carriage. She glanced at the people passing by outside. Her face, which had been busy all year, was full of smiles. She was wearing new clothes and a new hat and greeted acquaintances warmly.

He pulled her into his arms, drew the curtains, and the noise subsided again. She struggled unhappily in the carriage, saying, "I haven't seen enough yet."

She already held a fatal attraction for him, and with his erection this morning, the throbbing of her body only fueled his desire. He suddenly grabbed her waist and straddled her on his lap.

Qin Yuechan, who was still trying to act coquettishly, saw the intense desire in his eyes and, seeing the changes in his body, understood his thoughts. She placed her small hand against his chest and said, "No, we're in the carriage, there are so many people outside."

Qin Muhan looked at her flushed face, grinned wickedly, pulled open her skirt, removed the barrier between them, straightened up and put his arm around her waist as she leaned back, "That was also my wife who stirred things up first."

"No! Ah..."

Her wide, beautiful eyes stared in disbelief at the handsome face so close to hers, a triumphant satisfaction lingering on her slightly upturned lips, quite striking.

"You, you despicable, vile, and shameless! This is a busy place!" she warned, her face flushed, but the strange sensation that suddenly surged within her left her speechless.

Qin Muhan's wicked smile became even more pronounced. He gripped her waist tightly and whispered in her ear, "My wife knows we're in a noisy place, so please keep your voice down for a bit." As he spoke, he began his wicked teasing.

The sounds of the crowd rang in her ears, but the spacious carriage was filled with the scent of lust. Her red lips were tightly bitten, and shame forbade her to make a sound. Seeing this, he wickedly quickened his pace...

In the bustling city, people exchanged New Year's greetings, and groups of children ran around playing childish games. A luxuriously decorated carriage passed by in the middle of the road, and people couldn't help but think that it must be some fallen royal prince or nobleman, because although the carriage was nice, it swayed too much, not even as well as their oxcarts!

Unbeknownst to the simple, honest people, a passionate affair was brewing inside the train carriage...

The rain had just stopped, and Qin Muhan, a satisfied smile on his face, held the limp little woman in his arms, carefully tidying her disheveled clothes, of course, automatically ignoring her angry glare...

The carriage stopped, and he carried her out. Still half-asleep, Qin Yuechan clung to him, refusing to get down. She insisted on being carried. "You're shameless, aren't you? I'm even more shameless than you! Let's see whose face we'll lose now."

Qin Muhan was helpless; it seemed that all his schemes were ineffective against her, and he could only resign himself to moving forward.

Opening my hazy eyes, I was greeted by an overwhelming expanse of red. I stared in amazement as I realized that I was in a plum blossom grove!

On the branches where a snowflake had just fallen, specks of white still lingered. The plum blossoms, with their innate beauty and graceful charm, did not compete with other flowers for attention. Their proud and unyielding beauty, which outshone all others when they bloomed, quietly blossomed on the branches. She couldn't help but exclaim, "How beautiful..."

Seeing her stunning beauty, all his painstaking search for this earthly paradise was in vain.

Struggling to jump down from his arms, she gazed at the beautiful scenery around her and slowly walked forward, asking, "Where is this?" Her voice was low, as if afraid of disturbing the plum blossom fairy here…