Chapter 2 (1/2)

002: Intoxicated with the king’s chest

The Festive palace was bustling with noise and excitement, filled with singing and dancing.

Emperor Jun Qian Che was sitting on the dragon chair, quiet and reserved like the breeze at dawn. His pair of eyes were sharp like unsheathed swords, radiant, yet emitting an elusive darkness, wrapped in a shroud of mystery.

His refined looks, combined with his proud, arrogant, and domineering countenance, resembled a thousand year old ice. Looking at him could penetrate one’s heart with the cold.

Thin lips outlined a grim arc, naturally domineering, just right for a monarch ruling over the world. Making people afraid to look at him directly, yet feel like they should all crawl beneath his feet. Even his physique was impeccable, absolutely the type of man who could wipe out a maiden’s heart within a second.

Sitting by his side was a woman dressed in white. Like a lotus flower blooming, she was delicate and pure. This was precisely the leading lady of the day. The one who had just been conferred the rank of senior consort (guifei), Yang Shihan.

Following a resounding announcement, the empress led the flock of concubines inside the Festive palace.

As soon as the various ministers saw her, they started discussing among themselves: “Why did the Empress come?”

“The empress is disposed to jealousy, unreasonable and overbearing. His Majesty suddenly made Miss Yang a senior consort, how could the empress let it pa.s.s? She’s come to seek trouble with His Majesty!”

Listening to their discussions, Mo Qiqi thought to herself: It seems like the previous owner has offended too many people, huh! The image of a nation’s mother has been obliterated from everyone’s minds long ago!

Mo Qiqi walked to the center of the palace hall and knelt down to salute: “Greeting His Majesty.”

The concubines followed suit, giving their salutations.

Jun Qian Che’s icy eyes swept over the kneeling Mo Qiqi’s face, and unexpectedly got up to go over there. With a valiant tall figure and an imposing manner, he exuded an oppressive aura that didn’t let people look down on him.

A pair of black boots with embroidered dragons appeared before Mo Qiqi’s eyes. One look at the patterns was enough to reveal that person’s ident.i.ty. No one besides the emperor would dare have the graceful dragon embroidered anywhere on his outfit. In the past, she had only seen such things in the old tombs and had never expected she’d get to see them in the flesh one day.

Jade-like fingers uncontrollably reached out to the finely sewn dragons on the boots, as she clicked her tongue in praise on the inside: This workmanship really is the best.

A little higher, she traced the fine dragon robes made of silk. The fine silk was yellow-colored, the dragon was st.i.tched using a gold thread, the pattern was separated in 12 sections. Although it was a casual attire, it was still incomparably refined. The embroidered dragon almost looked alive. It could make even a modern person lament that the present was inferior to the past!

Mo Qiqi’s pair of small hands kept fondling Jun Qian Che’s chest, her expression looking possessed. Then she pasted her small face onto the dragon robe to feel the cloth. She was completely enamored with it: Too comfortable.

But to the spectators, it looked like the Empress was displaying her affection. The hunger and thirst were too much, so she urgently needed to entice His Majesty to sate her l.u.s.t!

The officials shook their heads and heaved a deep sigh: “Shameless, where does she look like a nation’s mother.”

“Too unrestrained, disgraceful!”