Chapter 1307 - It All Ended Before It Even Began (1/2)

Not only was she going to marry the most powerful and respected man in Country A, she was going to bear him a son. She was going to give birth to Country A’s Crown Prince.

Lifting her eyes, Dongfang Ruoli surveyed her reflection in the mirror. She now looked identical to Tang Mo’er.

She knew that Tang Mo’er was his heart’s deepest desire when she was alive. A desire he could never get.

Now she would make herself into Tang Mo’er’s image and present herself before him. She would fulfill that dream in his heart. She would satisfy his desire and lust.

Wouldn’t that be a sort of closure?

The door opened with a click and a poised figure entered the room.

Lu Yeming was here.

Dongfang Ruoli hurried up and said in a manner as gentle as water. “Your Highness, have you been drinking?”

Lu Yeming reeked of the heavy stench of alcohol. All the noble aristocrats in Country A had attended the grand wedding today and he had been entertaining them.

“Yeah, I had a few.”

Lu Yeming answered mildly. He did drink a lot of alcohol and those profound, slanted eyes of his were clouded over with a misty drunkenness.

When he looked at Dongfang Ruoli, he was momentarily startled by her red outfit and loose, flowing hair. She walked out silkily from under the light. This Dongfang Ruoli before him started to merge with the image of that lovely little face in his mind.

“Your Highness, let me help you undress. Then you can go take a bath first.”

Dongfang Ruoli stood before Lu Yeming and reached out her little hands to undo the buttons on his western-style suit.

Her hands were suddenly grabbed by a huge palm and pressed against his heart.

Dongfang Ruoli’s heart jumped. She immediately lifted her eyes to look at that handsome and pristine face.

“Yeming…”

She called softly.

Yeming.

Yeming.

When Mo’er was alive, she had called him in this very manner.

Lu Yeming lifted his palm and gently held Dongfang Ruoli’s petite face. He murmured in a hoarse voice. “Mo’er…”

Dongfang Ruoli reached out and hugged his strong waist, snuggling into his chest.

Lu Yeming stiffened. A few seconds later, he wrapped his strong arms tightly around her shoulders and pressed her into his embrace.

“Mo’er.”

His voice was low and raspy, as he continuously tightened his embrace, desperately trying to melt her into his own body.

Hearing his desire and feeling him so close, Dongfang Ruoli went soft all over. She loved his scent, this masculine smell of a healthy male, and couldn’t help feeling somewhat envious of Tang Mo’er. What was it about this woman that made the Emperor love her so deeply?

After being in his embrace for a while, Dongfang Ruoli gently pushed Lu Yeming away and took a step back. She lifted her hands and undid her red gauze dress.

She looked at him meaningfully. “Your Highness, do you want me? Tonight, I am yours.”

Lu Yeming gazed at her. She was a mesmerizing sight under the flickering candle glow. As beautiful as a dream.

He strode toward her.

Dongfang Ruoli retreated until her knee hit the side of the bed and she fell softly onto the large bed. Fluttering her lashes, she felt a bit dizzy.

Still, he pressed forward, exuding the full aura of an Emperor. Powerful, profound, compelling.

At that moment, her line of sight went dark as someone laid over her. Lu Yeming cupped the sides of her head with his large palms and looked down upon her.

Dongfang Ruoli’s heart was steeped in sweetness. “Your Highness, I am ready. Come.”

She closed her eyes and waited to become his woman.

She waited and waited for his kiss, but to no avail. Finding it strange, Dongfang Ruoli opened her eyes again.

And was instantly met with those profound, slanted eyes.

His earlier drunkenness had faded, leaving behind a cold and imperious light in his eyes. Pursing his lips, he said without emotion, “Put on your clothes. Remember this, do not do this again. I won’t allow you to blaspheme my Mo’er.”

Dongfang Ruoli felt like she had been shoved into an abyss by a huge palm. Her little face turned pale.

“You managed to behave very much like Mo’er just now, as gentle as she was. But her eyes didn’t have that infatuated adoration, the greed, and the ambition that is present in yours. So don’t pretend in the future. Mo’er is one of a kind. In my eyes, you will never be her. You can never become her.”