The afternoon sun gradually slanted westward.
The sunlight remained scorching.
In the side hall of the Flower Viewing Pavilion, ambiguous sounds grew heavy, and the air was thick with heat.
A handsome man lay on the couch, his dark hair spread out, the gilded crown already removed.
His sapphire-blue robe with cloud patterns was half undone, revealing a large expanse of pale skin on his chest that rose and fell with his breathing. The orchid-patterned brocade belt around his waist was also loosened, half of it dangling off the couch.
A celestial being had fallen into the mortal realm.
The lofty flower was in disarray.
Su Jingyuan’s hands clenched into fists several times, then relaxed.
“Princess, th-this is improper. If someone were to discover us, it would be detrimental to you.”
His voice was hoarse, and though his words were meant to dissuade, they sounded seductive.
Yun Chaorong sat astride his abdomen with her legs spread wide, her hands roaming over his exposed chest. Her fair, delicate face was flushed with excitement, and she immediately shifted the blame as she spoke.
“What’s improper about it? I’m happy. Besides, who told you to seduce me first?”
“I did not seduce… mmm!”
Before Su Jingyuan could finish, Yun Chaorong reached out and pinched him, causing him to let out a muffled groan.
It sounded like restraint, like pain, and also like pleasure.
His entire body tensed up.
Yun Chaorong tapped his chest, feeling its firmness.
Who would have thought his muscles were so solid? It seemed he hadn’t neglected exercise even while ill.
“Still saying you didn’t seduce me? Look at yourself—you’re practically provoking me.”
Yun Chaorong leaned down and bit his smooth, firm chest.
His scent was truly captivating—a faint aroma of medicine, both bitter and sweet. Whenever she caught a whiff of it, she couldn’t help but feel an itch in her heart.
“Mmm—ah—” A few sounds escaped from Su Jingyuan’s throat.
The veins on Su Jingyuan’s forehead throbbed faintly.
He was enduring with great difficulty.
But seeing Yun Chaorong’s fierce yet adorable expression as she moved above him, her face flushed crimson, he couldn’t bring himself to stop her. He could only let the person on top of him continue her teasing and provocation.
Today, he truly hadn’t expected such a scene.
Before the princess invited him to the Lotus Viewing Banquet, he had already heard news of the grand palace feast and that many had been invited this time.
Coupled with the timing of the Northern Qiang threat, Su Jingyuan had a rough idea of the banquet’s underlying purpose.
He had brought one hundred thousand taels in banknotes with him, just in case. Over the years, the properties sold off by the Duke of Yu’s estate due to poor management had almost all been secretly purchased by him and re-operated.
In addition to the profits from his southern and western trade caravans, one hundred thousand taels was no small sum, but it was still within his means.
What he hadn’t expected was that the princess was the mastermind behind it all and had the audacity to play the villain in public.
He had only seen her spoiled and glamorous side before, but at this banquet, watching her draw her bow and intimidate the crowd, he discovered her decisive and formidable side.
She had a broad vision, no less than any man, fully embodying the dignity of the royal family.
Su Jingyuan found an opportunity to meet her alone.
First, out of personal desire to see her, even if just to exchange a few words.
Second, to discreetly hand over the banknotes. The timing wasn’t yet right, and he couldn’t reveal his accumulated wealth in public.
But… the princess’s words made him change his mind.
“Huh, what’s this paper?”
Yun Chaorong fumbled around and noticed a corner of paper peeking out from Su Jingyuan’s sleeve. She pulled it out.
Su Jingyuan thought it was the banknotes slipping out, but when he glanced over, he realized it was the poem he had composed during the banquet earlier.
“Princess, it’s just a scrap of paper.” Su Jingyuan propped himself up, reaching out to take it back.
Yun Chaorong rolled away to dodge him, unfolding the rice paper in her hand: “If it’s just scrap paper, why are you in such a hurry? I insist on seeing it.”
In his urgency, Su Jingyuan leaned over, his body hovering above Yun Chaorong.
Yun Chaorong had already seen the poem on the paper and read it aloud clearly:
“Morning dew lightly sprinkles the lotus’s grace,
Dawn breeze gently caresses a blushing face.
A lovely shadow smiles by the rippling tide,
In summer’s pond, the most cherished and prized.”
Seeing the glaring characters “Chaorong” in the first line, Yun Chaorong asked slyly:
“Is this poem about the lotus, or about me, the princess?”
Su Jingyuan’s arms braced on either side of Yun Chaorong’s head, his jade-like face flashing with a moment of panic.
Of course, the poem was about her.
As soon as he put brush to paper, her smiling, charming face appeared in his mind, along with the memory of that afternoon—the lightness and softness of her waist beneath his palm.
After finishing the poem, he realized the sentiment was too overt, unsuitable for others to see.
He didn’t even want Yun Chaorong to see it.
She only liked his body, finding amusement in their physical intimacy, but he cherished it all the same.
As someone of the highest nobility, if she were to speak of love or marriage, she could match with a young general for martial prowess or a top scholar for literary talent.
If the princess discovered he harbored such feelings for her, she would likely only feel insulted…
“I really like it, well written!” Yun Chaorong reached out and pinched Su Jingyuan’s stunned face. “This princess is indeed so pure and exquisite, naturally beautiful!”
Su Jingyuan’s throat felt dry: “Does the princess truly like it?”
“Truly. You’re praising me, and coming from a beauty like you, I like it even more. I’ll have someone frame it and hang it up later—it’ll lift my spirits just looking at it.”
Yun Chaorong tried to tuck the poem into her bosom, but after a couple of attempts, it wouldn’t go in. She looked down and noticed several hidden clasps on her garment. Without a second thought, she began undoing them.
After all, she had planned on some intimacy today.
She had only undone one clasp when her slender, pale wrist was caught by a large hand.
A low voice came from above: “What is the princess doing?”
Su Jingyuan’s gaze fixed on the poem, half-tucked into her garment and half exposed.
As Yun Chaorong had tried to stuff the poem in, she had shifted and fumbled, her movements causing a noticeable heaving.
A thin layer of sweat broke out on Su Jingyuan’s back, and he felt increasingly parched.
He rose from the couch and turned to the tea table, pouring a cup of tea and gulping it down. Then he poured another cup, intending to ask if Yun Chaorong wanted some.
“Would the princess like to dr—”
As Su Jingyuan turned back, he forgot the rest of his words, freezing in place.
It was as if fireworks had exploded in his mind—a dazzling spectacle, leaving behind a trail of decadence.
On the couch, the young woman reclined against a pillow, her chest exposed. Beneath the pink silk undergarment embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in water, her curves were clearly visible.
Yun Chaorong pointed to the valley between the snowy peaks: “See it?”
Her expression was proud and teasing, without a hint of shyness, as if unaware of the seductiveness of her actions.
Su Jingyuan stood silently for a moment, forcing himself to remain calm as he placed the teacup back on the table.
He tried to steady his hand, but the cup still trembled, spilling a few drops.
Su Jingyuan knelt before the couch, his own chest bared, revealing two fresh bite marks on the pale skin:
“Please instruct me, Princess, how should I… serve you?”
He lowered his head, speaking slowly, almost word by word.
Yun Chaorong extended her jade-like foot and lifted his chin with it.
“Take off your robe and come onto the bed to massage me.”
This time, Su Jingyuan promptly removed his outer robe, leaving only his undergarments on the lower half of his body. His muscular physique was revealed, with taut abdominal muscles forming firm lines.
He climbed onto the bed, picked Yun Chaorong up, and placed her in his arms, pressing her close against his chest.
“You?” Yun Chaorong was somewhat surprised that Su Jingyuan would take the initiative to hold her in his embrace.
His scorching chest pressed tightly against her back, causing her heartbeat to quicken slightly. She sensed an unfamiliar, dominant aura.
But when she looked up at Su Jingyuan, he still wore an obedient and earnest expression.
What had just happened seemed like an illusion.
Su Jingyuan’s ears and neck flushed red. His long eyelashes fluttered as he asked in a hoarse voice:
“Princess, where… should I massage?”
Yun Chaorong was amused by his puppy-like demeanor. She pointed to the pink silk and said coyly:
“Emotional stagnation in the heart—massage it well to release it.”
Some readers leave negative reviews as soon as they see intimate scenes… I’d like to say a few words.
First, what I write is normal, healthy intimacy, not a glorification of twisted sexual relationships. Although the male and female leads are open and bold, there is no humiliation or coercion between them!
It’s good, mutually respectful, intimate pleasure.
People aren’t just their clothed selves—food and intimacy are part of human nature.
Second, some criticize the historical setting, saying the male and female leads are shameless.
Not to mention historical precedents like Princess Shanyin, Princess Taiping, Princess Anle, and others—
This is a fictional transmigration story. The character settings are such that the female lead has the means and freedom to liberate her desires, and the male lead also craves intimacy.
There are no explicit descriptions, and it has passed review. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.
If some people want to wrap their foot-binding cloths around this? Politely declined!
Finally,
Within the platform’s guidelines, I write openly, and you, my sisters, can read openly.
Web novels are for fun, for enjoyment.
Let’s be happy and enjoy the story together.