After returning from the General’s Tomb, Feng Yue accidentally caught a cold. Though it wasn’t serious, it terrified the usually composed Emperor.
Yin Gezhi’s expression was terrible as he stared at Ling Shu, who kept ducking behind Feng Yue, complaining pitifully, “This servant was already being very careful!”
“I wasn’t paying attention myself,” Feng Yue smiled appeasingly at him. “I’ll be fine after taking some medicine.”
“Just take some medicine?” Yin Gezhi sneered, reaching out to grab Ling Shu and throwing her out to Guanzhi, then turned back with displeasure. “You think illness can be solved with just medicine?”
What else then? Feng Yue shrugged her shoulders. “What else should your subject wife do?”
Striding back to her, Yin Gezhi said, “Words are useless, let’s try something.”
Try what? Feng Yue was completely bewildered, but before she could react, his lips suddenly pressed against hers.
“Your… Your Majesty!” Startled, Feng Yue quickly pushed him away. “Your subject wife is ill!”
“I know,” Yin Gezhi said angrily. “That’s exactly why – to let you experience what it feels like when your beloved is sick! Have a taste of that feeling!”
With that, he grabbed her hands and pushed her onto the bed.
For a moment, Feng Yue didn’t react because his reasoning seemed so righteous and convincing. So even when he bit open her collar, she didn’t struggle.
But when she realized something was off, she blinked. She bit his neck and seductively said, “If Your Majesty wants to favor your subject wife, there’s no need for such excuses.”
Her recovered waist wrapped around him like a snake. Yin Gezhi drew in a sharp breath, his eyes suddenly darkening as he instinctively scolded, “You vixen!”
Giggling, Feng Yue’s eyes sparkled as she turned the tables, flipping him beneath her and reaching to undo his belt: “Your Majesty disregards your dragon body to fall ill with your subject wife, I’m so moved that I must fulfill your wishes.”
Her soft hands traced his collar, sliding downward. Yin Gezhi lay there, watching the allure in her eyes and brows, suddenly remembering their time at Dream Return House.
That first glimpse had accidentally dropped her into his arms. She had left a different kind of mark in his heart from the beginning, which was why when she later sought death, he found ways to keep her alive. When she seduced and teased him, he followed and indulged her. Though he hadn’t thought they could have a future together, he had been bewitched by her then.
Despite his outward propriety, he never liked those proper ladies, preferring her kind of worldly charm.
In this game of chess, she had won half from the start.
The stimulation between them was bone-deep. The Emperor, who had been abstinent for so long, couldn’t bear such stimulation and flipped her over, ready to take this vixen right then and there!
However, a baby’s cry very inappropriately rang out from outside, and Ling Shu hurriedly ran over, knocking on the door: “Mistress, mistress, the young prince woke up crying, and the wet nurse can’t console him no matter what!”
Feng Yue was startled, instinctively moving to close her clothes and get up. However, the man on top of her wouldn’t let her go, pressing down on her with a dark face: “If you leave now, I’ll cry too, and no one will be able to console me either.”
“…” Unable to laugh or cry, Feng Yue lightly hit him. “Competing for attention with a child? You’re the mighty Emperor!”
“The Emperor needs love the most.” Pulling her waist down, Yin Gezhi smirked. Leaning to her ear, he whispered, “It’s lonely at the top. He’s still in swaddling clothes, staying warm. You should take more care of me.”
Where did this logic come from? And why did it sound so convincing?! Feng Yue laughed, shaking her head, “Then you must make it up to the prince afterward. Nothing else needed, just give him a new name, alright?”
That Yin Wenjing the court officials gave him was truly awful to hear.
“Fine.” His body pressed down tightly against her as Yin Gezhi agreed, then turned to tell Ling Shu who was still knocking outside: “Go, count.”
Outside, Ling Shu was confused: “Count what?”
“Count how many times the young prince cries this time,” he said seriously. “If he stops for longer than an incense stick’s burning time, count it as one time. Tonight, see how many times he cries and how many sounds each time, record it carefully.”
Feng Yue squinted: “Your Majesty?”
“The men of my Yin family should learn to name themselves,” he turned back to look at her deeply. “The library recently compiled a character manual with five thousand Chinese characters arranged by stroke count. Let him decide for himself.”
Unable to laugh or cry, Feng Yue wanted to protest, but he wouldn’t listen anymore. He pulled the curtain and rolled with her into the bed.
The young prince’s cries echoed throughout the palace. Guanzhi and Ling Shu stayed up all night, squatting beside the young prince and counting intermittently: “Thirty-eight, thirty-nine…”
Thus, the next day, the young prince’s new name was born – Yin Yang Ge Qi.
Feng Yue’s mouth twitched severely as she shook her head: “Your subject wife suddenly feels the original name was quite good!”
“Too late,” Yin Gezhi said expressionlessly. “If you want another name, we’ll have to have another child and let him cry again.”
Feng Yue: “…”
How did she find such a father for her son? What a sin!
When Yin Yang Ge Qi was nearly a year old, he fell seriously ill due to being premature. Yin Gezhi didn’t stay in the palace with Feng Yue but took her out instead.
“Weren’t we supposed to pray for Qi’er’s blessing?” Feng Yue was very anxious. “Where are you taking us?”
“We are indeed going to pray for his blessing. I’ve arranged everything,” Yin Gezhi said. “Just come along and see.”
“You’re fooling me! This isn’t even the direction to Dragon Platform Mountain!”
Taking her hand gently, Yin Gezhi sighed: “You’re always so impatient.”
The carriage drove toward the bustling Snow Moon Street. The place that was once covered in red lanterns now looked quite different.
“Is this… Dream Return House?” Looking at the place outside, Feng Yue’s eyes widened.
“It’s Dream Return Academy,” Yin Gezhi lifted the curtain to look with her at the white-walled, grey-tiled building. “I bought your Dream Return House in the Wu Kingdom early on and timed it so it would be completed along with the academy here. Your girls have all gone on to live proper lives, and this place is perfect for education now.”
Heaven knows how much resistance he faced when he wanted to do this, after all, the common people universally regarded academies as the most noble places and brothels as the most degraded. He insisted on building an academy on brothel grounds – how could the old scholars not be outraged?
However, he still did it. There was no need to tell her about the behind-the-scenes matters; she only needed to see the result.
“These things are the best way to pray for Qi’er’s blessing.”
Feng Yue stared in shock, giving him a strange look.
“No need to be so moved,” meeting her gaze, Yin Gezhi raised an eyebrow. “I just did it on a whim.”
On a whim? Feng Yue laughed softly, leaning against the carriage wall and saying quietly, “Your Majesty truly did search for me faithfully for three years.”
Hmm? Not understanding why she suddenly said this, Yin Gezhi looked confused. But Feng Yue smiled happily, grabbing his collar and pulling him in for a kiss.
Long ago, she had once complained that three years ago, all the women Yin Gezhi had slept with could form a second Dream Return House, so how could she expect him to faithfully search for anyone for three years? It would be more likely for Dream Return House to become a school one day.
For a place like Dream Return House to become a school was impossible. Yet this man had done such a thing, perfectly striking her heartstrings with a clear ring.
The person responsible had no idea what remarkable thing he had done. She pulled him into the carriage, licking her lips with bone-deep allure as she smiled: “Your Majesty, want to play? Ten taels of silver for one night, and since you’re handsome, I’ll give you a 20% discount.”
(End of Main Story)