Su Tuan’er’s almond-shaped eyes reflected the face of a man who was the ceiling of good looks, as if carved by a knife.
His sword-like brows slanted into his temples, adding a touch of coldness. Beneath his high-bridged nose, his thin lips were lightly pressed, and his deep, dark eyes held a few undisguised traces of anger.
Her wrists were pinned on either side of her by his grip, sending sharp, piercing pain through her, and she couldn’t move at all.
She felt as if his weight was forcing a surge of blood straight to her head—if this continued, she might spray blood from her nose right onto his face.
This body was frail to begin with. Just moments ago, fearing he might make a sound and expose everything, she had already used every ounce of strength she had.
After all that struggle, she was now gasping for breath, her delicate face flushed red, looking utterly innocent and pitiful.
“Your Majesty, your subject’s daughter has been frail and sickly since childhood. I was taking a walk in Yuhuayuan when I suddenly fainted. When I woke up, I was here. Besides, even if I wanted to do something to Your Majesty, I wouldn’t have the strength to…”
Su Tuan’er’s big, watery eyes were full of innocence. As she spoke, she let out soft, light gasps, her pretty face tinged with a sickly, delicate weakness.
Gu Yanbei’s eagle-like eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze growing even deeper.
He had accidentally knocked over his wine cup, so he returned to his bedchamber to change clothes. Once back in his chambers, he was utterly exhausted. He collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep. After that…
He withdrew his thoughts and looked down at the person beneath him.
The young girl looked on the verge of tears, appearing so fragile that she could be crushed with a single squeeze.
“Fainting for no reason, and yet you still managed to climb onto the Longchuang? Do you take me for a fool?”
He spoke each syllable with heavy emphasis, and the words fell on her ears, sending a chill through her entire body.
The last woman who tried to climb into his bed—the weeds on her grave were already taller than her!
As the pressure on her wrists increased, Su Tuan’er could even clearly hear the sound of her bones creaking under his grip. If he used even a little more force, her wrists would be ruined.
“Your Majesty, your subject’s daughter truly doesn’t know what happened. How about… we just pretend this never happened?”
Gu Yanbei’s eyes darkened. “‘Pretend’? You climbed into my bed and think you can just let it go like that?”
The pressure in his palms increased, and the man’s handsome brows were filled with cold frost.
Su Tuan’er bit her crimson lips, and in a weak, helpless, low voice, she whispered: “Your Majesty… it hurts…”
Two clear tears slid from the corners of her beautiful eyes into her hair.
The original owner of this body was someone who would start whimpering at the slightest thing. Even though she was now the master of this body, she still couldn’t control that habit. If she hadn’t been holding it back, his pillow would definitely be wringing wet by now.
Her poor wrists—they were probably going to be broken or crippled at this rate.
Just then, the door burst open with a “bang.”
A woman dressed in luxurious, resplendent robes appeared at the doorway.
Her face had been full of smiles at first, but when her eyes reflected the scene inside the room, her complexion visibly turned ashen.
She had been in the palace for over four years and had never once been summoned to the emperor’s bed. She had just arrived at the entrance of Yangxin Hall when she heard that sweet, delicate voice say, “Your Majesty… it hurts…”
“You vixen… you… how dare you seduce His Majesty! Guards! Drag her out!”
The woman glared furiously at the figure in crimson on the bed.
At this moment, Su Tuan’er was pinned beneath Gu Yanbei, unable to move. She struggled to look toward the doorway, about to say something, when Gu Yanbei suddenly released her.
He turned and got off the bed, casting a leisurely glance at the woman. “Have you forgotten the rules I set?”
A flicker of hesitation passed through the woman’s eyes.
Of course she remembered that without his permission, no one was allowed to enter or leave Yangxin Hall at will.
“My aunt saw that Your Majesty had not returned after leaving the banquet, so she ordered me to come and check.”
The aunt she referred to was none other than the current Empress Dowager.
Su Tuan’er had likely already realized that this woman was Li Manman, the legitimate eldest daughter of the Prime Minister’s residence, and the Huangguifei personally appointed by the Empress Dowager.