He was going to spank her?
Ming Yueni was both panicked and ashamed. Her skin, as white as porcelain and frost, flushed with a large swath of delicate pink.
“Your Majesty…”
Ming Yueni’s eyes rippled with a watery sheen as she said with pure innocence, “This servant wouldn’t dare lie, the clothes really are torn.”
These words of hers were the truth.
Beichen Yuan stood up.
He strode over, his shadow looming over her. The feeling of almost being swallowed whole startled Ming Yueni into subconsciously retreating to escape.
But she had nowhere to run.
Had she angered the Emperor, and was about to be pinned down and beaten?
She would do it herself!
Ming Yueni cried out anxiously, “I… I will lie down myself!”
Beichen Yuan’s footsteps paused slightly.
His brow lowered, his gaze dropping as he watched Ming Yueni walk aggrievedly to the carved mahogany table, her waist bending softly like a willow branch.
Ming Yueni lay over the table, her graceful curves rising and falling, culminating in a round, overly plump swell below her waist.
Her arms were crossed, her soft, rosy cheek resting on them. Revealing only half of her profile, her watery eyes gazed at him, shining brightly.
“Your Majesty, go ahead and hit me.” Ming Yueni bit her lip, looking both pitiful and adorable.
Haa—
Beichen Yuan’s breathing suddenly quickened, the cold light in his eyes turning extremely dark.
He stared intently at Ming Yueni; she was bewitchingly beautiful yet pure, seductive without even realizing it.
So obedient it made him want to ravage her!
Beichen Yuan took large strides to stand behind Ming Yueni, scrutinizing her from above—
This position, this posture… it caused the restraint and ascetic rationality he had maintained for years to totter on the verge of collapse.
A surge of fire shot downward!
Smack!
As the slap landed, both of them froze.
Ming Yueni turned her head, her beautiful eyes watery and aggrieved. She looked at Beichen Yuan pitifully— “Your Majesty, it hurts.”
Beichen Yuan involuntarily clenched his hand; it had been incredibly soft!
It rebounded against his palm with such an exquisite feel that he couldn’t bear to slap it hard. He only wanted to hold it in his palms and slowly knead it.
Looking again at Ming Yueni’s soft, aggrieved, and pitiful appearance—
Beichen Yuan’s eyes grew as deep and dark as pools of ink. He withdrew his hand, clasping it tightly behind his back. Letting out a heavy breath, he managed to restrain himself and calm down in the blink of an eye.
“Remember this lesson! Let it not happen again!”
Beichen Yuan’s voice was cold and commanding. After speaking, he flicked his sleeve, turned, and left.
Leaving Ming Yueni lying on the table, staring blankly for a moment.
That was it?
“Pfft.” Ming Yueni couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
She rubbed her backside, pushed herself up, and looked out the door, muttering to herself, “Can such a light slap even be considered a lesson?”
She was faking the pain!
With plenty of flesh there, the lingering heat was far more obvious—and far more excessive—than that negligible sting.
Shockingly scorching.
It lingered for a long time, as if an invader had branded a mark on her.
Ming Yueni’s pretty face flushed red. With evasive eyes, she murmured to herself, “He didn’t even ask where I went. It seems this matter has been swept under the rug.”
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Beichen Yuan instructed as he walked, “Tell the Imperial Kitchen to stew some tonic soup. Nourish her well.”
Fulai bowed and scraped, asking tentatively, “Is it for Ming Yueni?”
Beichen Yuan’s footsteps paused as he glared down coldly—Who else?
“This servant is dull-witted!” Fulai hurriedly admitted his fault, then smiled apologetically and agreed, “Ming Yueni indeed needs to nourish her body; she looks quite frail.”
If her health is poor, how can she serve the Emperor in bed?
Fulai muttered secretly in his heart: I’m afraid she wouldn’t even last a single round before fainting.
She definitely needs to be nourished first!
Once her vitality is restored, then…
“Rest assured, Your Majesty, this servant will arrange it immediately!”
Fulai then asked, “Your Majesty, should we send someone to the Crown Prince’s Secondary Consort?”
“No need. It’s just a little girl’s trick, let her play.” Beichen Yuan’s tone was deep and authoritative, yet held a faint trace of indulgent doting.
He knew exactly what Ming Yueni had done.
Because of his partiality, he deliberately indulged her…
…
“Your Highness, Crown Prince.”
Ming Yuelan pushed the door open and entered, calling out with a bashful expression.
Beichen Jing had been punished with confinement in the Eastern Palace and couldn’t go anywhere. Annoyed and irritable, his face instantly turned gloomy and disgusted upon seeing Ming Yuelan.
“Weren’t you learning the rules of etiquette? Why are you here?”
“Your Highness, Lan’er missed you so much.”
Ming Yuelan saw the disgust and displeasure on Beichen Jing’s face. In her heart, she felt wronged and harbored an intense hatred!
Wronged that Beichen Jing refused to acknowledge her after pulling up his pants.
Hateful towards Ming Yueni for seducing the Crown Prince!
Swallowing her resentment with a smile, Ming Yuelan walked over to Beichen Jing and curtsied. “Has Your Highness been well lately?”
“Well, my foot! Are you blind?”
Beichen Jing angrily smashed something. “Imperial Father punished me to reflect on my mistakes behind closed doors, and I still don’t know when I’ll be allowed out! It was just a woman…”
Beichen Jing glared at Ming Yuelan, venting his anger on her. “If it weren’t for you, I would have succeeded long ago! How would it have come to this?”
“Your Highness.” Ming Yuelan looked on the verge of tears. “It really was that slut Ming Yueni who harmed me! She has the heart of a viper and a lowly birth. How could Your Highness like her?”
“Your Highness, Lan’er is deeply devoted to you!”
Beichen Jing stared blankly at Ming Yuelan.
As Ming Yuelan approached, a faint fragrance wafted over, rich and alluring.
Beichen Jing’s desire was instantly aroused.
Since he had nothing else to do while locked up anyway, Beichen Jing reached out and pulled Ming Yuelan into his arms—
Liu Yingwu came to the Eastern Palace to visit the Crown Prince.
Upon reaching the door, she noticed the servants’ evasive eyes and suspicious expressions.
Liu Yingwu’s intuition told her something was wrong. She strode hurriedly into the Eastern Palace and approached his quarters.
Through the door, a scene of passionate lovemaking played out inside, so debauched that they forgot the world outside!
Liu Yingwu was mad with anger!
She kicked the door open and charged in wielding a whip. “Ming Yuelan! You whore! You slut!”
“I’ll beat you to death—”
“Ahhh! Your Highness, save me—”
“Liu Yingwu, what are you doing? Stop!”
Beichen Jing, unclothed and scrambling to cover himself, naturally had no time to bother with Ming Yuelan.
Ming Yuelan was roughly dragged off the bed by Liu Yingwu. With the whip cracking and lashing against her, she rolled all over the floor, screaming and crying miserably, “Your Highness, help—”
“Liu Yingwu!”
Beichen Jing pulled on his pants, rushed down, and grabbed Liu Yingwu’s whip, roaring furiously, “Who permitted you to enter!”
“Your Highness, I am your Crown Princess! How could you engage in such daytime debauchery with her!”
“Shut up! You haven’t even married into the family yet, it is not your place to control me! Lan’er is my Secondary Consort, what’s wrong with me favoring her?”
Interrupted halfway through his intimate affairs, Beichen Jing was absolutely furious and couldn’t help but scold Liu Yingwu. “You are so jealous, are you even fit to be my Crown Princess?”
Liu Yingwu was stunned. “Your Highness!”
“Get out! Get out!”
Beichen Jing chased Liu Yingwu away. When he turned back and saw the stark naked Ming Yuelan, his throat went dry, and a hungry, predatory glint appeared in his eyes.
“Lan’er, I will protect you.”
Beichen Jing hugged Ming Yuelan, perfunctorily wiping away her tears. “Don’t cry here… go cry on the bed.”
Ming Yuelan wore a face of bashfulness and grievance, but her eyes shone with triumph.
The ointment Mother gave her worked wonders!
She needed to work hard to get pregnant! A mother’s status depends on her child!
The two tangled together passionately once more, completely unaware that after Liu Yingwu left the Eastern Palace, she went straight to the Imperial Study to lodge a complaint.
Liu Yingwu possessed bright, stunning looks, wore a red dress, and had a fiery temper to match.
At this moment, however, her eyes were red from crying as she resentfully reported, “Your Majesty! Ming Yuelan bribed the servants and seduced His Highness the Crown Prince into an illicit affair in broad daylight. I implore Your Majesty to punish her severely! Please seek justice for this humble subject!”
The corners of Ming Yueni’s mouth secretly curled up into a smile.
As she watched the drama unfold, she used the corner of her eye to steal a glance at Beichen Yuan’s reaction—
Who would have thought!
Caught off guard, she met Beichen Yuan’s deep, dark, and cold eyes, which seemed to see through everything.
Beichen Yuan was actually looking right at her!
“Ming Yueni, how do you think I should deal with them?”