And then came pleas after pleas, begging for mercy, sounds that could make one’s bones turn soft, yet they had no effect—they only made the person atop her want to tease her more.

Those standing guard outside, every one of them had flushed faces and restless hearts.

Feng Miaojun returned to her senses from a state of bewilderment, taking a long while to find her focus.

Her self-control seemed to be getting worse. She had originally intended to let him kiss her casually a couple of times, firmly refusing anything beyond that, but who knew she would be coaxed and tricked by this man, losing ground step by step until she didn’t even know where she was?

Fortunately, Yun Ya did indeed keep his promise and didn’t completely devour her, though he was now intently nibbling on her round shoulder, bringing a slight, extremely delicate pain amid the numbness and tickling.

“What are you doing?” Her voice had grown hoarse.

He released his mouth, nodding with satisfaction: “Making marks.”

She looked down and couldn’t help but purse her lips: at least four or five bruises had been planted on her body by him. With her skin being so fair, they looked like red plum blossoms in snow, quite startling to behold.

He was declaring his sovereignty. Feng Miaojun didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at his childish behavior. He looked down at her from above, like a golden eagle eyeing a sparrow beneath its talons, his eyes still revealing ambitions for another attack.

They had already been playing with fire, and that confusion of passion far exceeded her imagination. If they went another round, could he still restrain himself? Feng Miaojun wanted to push him away, but this man collapsed on her like a mountain of gold or a pillar of jade, muttering: “An’an, I feel so miserable.”

The words “Where do you feel miserable?” reached her lips but were forcibly swallowed back. Because he had pressed against her firmly twice, making her acutely aware of exactly where he felt miserable.

Any man would feel miserable in such a state.

Scoundrel! Her face flushed as she unconsciously twisted her body: “Get off.”

“Don’t move!” Was she trying to kill him? Yun Ya’s mouth was dry as he whispered in her ear.

Feng Miaojun jerked her head away as if stung by a bee and spat: “No!”

“Heartless!” His voice was filled with endless grievance. “You light the fire but won’t help put it out!”

She showed no sympathy: “You brought this on yourself.” Had she begged him to take advantage of her? This awkward situation was entirely his own doing! “—Ah!”

He bit her neck, showing no mercy.

Feng Miaojun’s phoenix eyes widened: “Are you a dog?!” She tried to break free, but he held her tightly, rubbing against her twice. “Be good and let me hold you for a while, or I’ll make you feel just as miserable.”

He truly could make her very “miserable.” Feng Miaojun’s body was still soft and powerless; hearing the threat, she indeed remained motionless.

Yun Ya changed his position to embrace her from behind, his face buried in her neck and shoulder, his breath warming her sensitive ear red-hot.

The heat radiating from his body was astonishing; even a person with a high fever couldn’t match that temperature.

Feng Miaojun managed to lift her eyes and saw his profile flushed red like March peach blossoms.

“Don’t move, be good and stay still.” His voice was tight as he held her even more firmly, completely unaware of the tremendous strength he was using—an ordinary woman would likely have had her ribs crushed by his embrace.

Feng Miaojun curled up like a cat in his arms, indeed obediently remaining still.

Thump, thump—after she settled down, she could hear his heartbeat, which seemed considerably faster than normal.

After an unknown length of time, his body was no longer tense, the heat gradually subsided, and the force of his arms relaxed. His fingertips unconsciously caressed her abdomen, the tickling sensation as light as a goose feather.

Feng Miaojun turned her head to look and saw that indeed, only a light flush remained on his face, no longer as startlingly vibrant as before.

“This will shorten one’s lifespan!” He nuzzled her face. “Next time…”

Next time won’t happen either. She thought to herself but didn’t voice it, instead hurriedly arranging her clothes to avoid stimulating him into another frenzy.

Yun Ya watched her unblinkingly, suddenly turning her back toward him: “Alright, we still have an account to settle.”

Speaking thus, his expression suddenly darkened, his voice as cold as the winter wind outside: “What’s this about the Queen planning to establish a harem?”

She blinked, her face full of innocence: “Did I say that?”

“You ordered the Ritual Supervision Department to revise the harem regulations.” He reached out to stroke her tender cheek, his movements gentle, yet she wouldn’t ignore the implicit threat within. “The entire city of Wuseier knows about it!”

The last few words were spoken through gritted teeth. When he first heard this news, he was startled, then furious beyond measure!

Feng Miaojun had been quite composed when facing Fu Lingchuan’s questioning, but somehow, before the about-to-erupt State Preceptor Yun, she felt somewhat guilty. She touched her nose: “It’s just revising the system. After all, I am a queen, and the previous harem regulations were all specifically for male monarchs.”

“Is that so?” He narrowed his eyes. “What do you want to change it to? Fill the harem with all sorts of handsome men?”

That scene would certainly be spectacular! Feng Miaojun snorted: “What’s wrong with that? Which ruler doesn’t have a palace full of consorts? Why should it be different for me?”

Yun Ya stared at her steadily, and Feng Miaojun also refused to yield, meeting his gaze. As a result, though this fellow initially had eyes full of fury, the more he looked at her, the more his expression became calm. The corner of his mouth even curved slightly:

“You won’t.”

Of course, she wouldn’t, but how could he be so certain?

Yun Ya said languidly: “You don’t even dare to reach the heights of pleasure with me. Other men are far inferior to me, so how could you be interested in them? My An’an has high standards—she’d rather have none than settle for less.” In his heart, though, he had decided: whomever she showed interest in, he would kill.

She blushed and spat a contemptuous sound. He had gone in a circle, only to end up praising himself. Living through two lifetimes, she had never met a man so narcissistic.

Feng Miaojun straightened her expression: “It’s just finding a reason to pressure Fu Lingchuan. After this turmoil passes, the reason won’t be needed anymore.”

Yun Ya still felt somewhat stifled inside. But now she was the exalted Queen, indeed having the power to take a royal consort. Whom she wanted to marry or not was not for others to decide—including him.

For the first time, he felt so constrained before a woman.

He pursed his lips, suddenly asking: “Where’s the necklace?”

Feng Miaojun reached out and took out the grape-squirrel chain.

She was wearing a necklace today, a beautiful set of emeralds. Yun Ya moved behind her, brushing aside her thick, beautiful hair, and reached out to unfasten it—first removing this set so he could replace it with the grape chain.

Her neck was slender, with curves as beautiful as a swan’s, her skin texture as delicate as white porcelain. Yet it was now covered with marks he had left. Yun Ya’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he looked, desperately wanting to kiss her again.

For his own sake, he restrained himself!

“Done.” After some rustling, the necklace was changed. Yun Ya’s gaze fixed intently on her, and Feng Miaojun wasn’t sure if he was staring at the pendant or… “This necklace indeed looks better.”