His eyes darkened as he kissed her precisely. His hands moved down to grasp her soft buttocks, lifting her, and allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, her flushed face displaying an alluring smile. She loved his strength immensely. Her teeth applied slight pressure, gently biting his thin lips as she murmured: “…Last time this subject was so rough with Your Majesty, yet Your Majesty was not angered…”

Her biting made his entire body harden, his voice hoarse: “I allow you to be repeatedly unrestrained and fearless before me…” His large palm behind her applied slight pressure, suddenly pulling her waist and buttocks downward.

She gasped sharply, her eyes brimming with moisture, almost overflowing with tears. Although this was not her first time experiencing this sensation, tonight’s emotions ran bone-deep. His gentleness and his strength both moved her heart profoundly. Now, though her body ached from his stretching, she felt that only now had she truly received him.

After entering her, he remained still, lowering his eyes to look at her. His features were stern as he held her tightly in his embrace, then exhaled deeply.

…Perfect satisfaction.

She would never know that on the night she had hurriedly left the Eastern Palace, he had remained awake all night, finally understanding her intentions completely.

And it wasn’t just that one night. On every night he couldn’t touch her, he found it difficult to sleep, his body clamoring unrestrainedly, his thoughts filled with her softness and tightness. Even on days when he couldn’t see her, during the days and nights waiting for reports from distant Liuqi County, he had suffered greatly.

She was like a sharp dagger thrust into his heart, prying open the shell of emotions that no one had touched in over twenty years, fully injecting her fearless love into his heart chamber, making it impossible for him not to be moved.

But the more she asked for nothing, the more he wanted to give her.

Her hands were tightly hooked around his neck. This position made her somewhat afraid, yet also incredibly stimulating. Her body tightened, feeling his heat and hardness, leaving her mind intoxicated. After a moment, she finally spoke: “Your Majesty… Your Majesty will tire this way…”

His lips curved upward. Teasingly, he lifted his arm slightly, watching her bite her lip and cry out softly, her body trembling. Only then did he slowly begin to move his waist, saying in a low voice: “Drawing a hundred-jin bow with one hand is not enough to make me tired, let alone someone as light and delicate as you.”

Her face had turned completely red. As he moved, she tilted her head back slightly. Her wet, long hair hung down, entwining around his arms. Half of her body was exposed above the water. The cold made her shiver slightly, but the waves of heat surging within her body made her curl up uncontrollably. Her fingers unconsciously pulled at his hair.

He took the opportunity to lower his head and kiss her neck, his lips and tongue lingering on her skin. Hearing her increasingly loud moans of pleasure, his movements also became more intense.

In her passionate state, she repeatedly called him “Your Majesty,” her sobbing gasps unceasing. Her body tensed and trembled repeatedly, then suddenly went limp, her hands releasing their grip. Had he not quickly embraced her, she would have fallen backward into the water, unable to move.

Sweat appeared on his forehead as he lowered his head to kiss her face. “…Meng Tinghui.”

She rested for quite a while before regaining her senses. When she opened her eyes, she met his fiery, explicit gaze. Her face instantly flushed with blood, feeling somewhat embarrassed. She blamed herself for forgetting to consider his satisfaction and softly said: “Your Majesty has not yet reached fulfillment. This subject…”

Just then, ice water from the pool’s edge dripped onto her sweaty arm, making her shudder. Her body also contracted. Noticing the change in his gaze, she lowered her head, thinking lightly for a moment before her eyes brightened slightly.

“Your Majesty.”

Hearing her call him softly, he returned his attention to her, responding with a sound. Seeing her tender appearance, he couldn’t help but move forcefully once more.

She quickly raised her hands to press against his shoulders, preventing him from moving again. Instead, she slowly lowered her waist. Seeing his brow tighten, she smiled slightly and leaned to whisper in his ear: “This subject suddenly recalls a term from an erotic book seen before, which is quite fitting for this situation…” Her tongue lightly traced the outline of his ear as she whispered like a mosquito’s hum: “…Would Your Majesty like to try it?”

Those few sentences inflamed his passion. Who in the entire court would dare speak such indecent words to him? Yet she said them in such an enchanting, intimate way that he could not resist!

“What term?” he asked through gritted teeth, his voice extremely rigid.

She pressed her lips together, her face growing redder. After a long moment, she moved closer again, her lips softly uttering a few words: “Carp sucking water.”

Below them, the hot spring water glistened, flowing gently.

Hearing her words clearly, he felt small flames slowly burning through his blood vessels, spreading through his limbs and bones. His desire could no longer wait a moment longer!

She could read the expression on his face. Immediately, she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, her face flushed as she bit her lip slightly, then tentatively began to move slowly.

Like a fish sucking water, with round lips opening and closing, clear spring water flowing, tightly drawing in and slowly releasing, over and over, becoming increasingly skilled, and thus increasingly faster.

His hands holding her began to tremble slightly, his finger bones tightening. The veins on his arms subtly protruded, his breathing deep and difficult to suppress, and his eyes burned with fierce fire.

Beads of sweat gradually appeared on her rosy face, showing her extreme exhaustion. Her eyes were half-closed, her voice weak and soft, sounding incredibly seductive: “…Does Your Majesty find this pleasing?”

Just as he had strived to please her, she also deeply yearned to please him…

He stared at her intently, suddenly gripping her waist tightly. He withdrew, then flipped her over against the pool’s edge, entering her fiercely and heavily from behind.

After being so enticed and aroused, how could he possibly restrain himself any longer?

She gasped in surprise, feeling as if the fire was coursing through her limbs. Her body became so soft she could barely stand. Her two hands struggled to support herself on the pool’s edge as she submitted to his wild thrusts. Her ten fingers involuntarily dug into the half-melted thick snow, using the bone-chilling coolness to soothe the scorching, devouring fire throughout her body.

The snow was boundless, the sky limitless, the passion bottomless.

In the distance, a faint light dimly illuminated this scene of spring-like passion by the pool, dispelling the winter night’s chill.

…

When he carried her back to the hall, she had already collapsed into a limp bundle, without even the strength to move a finger.

After lying on the warm, soft bed with brocade coverlets, her body dried by him, and being held in his embrace, she finally seemed to regain a thread of her soul after an unknown amount of time.

She opened her eyes wanting to move, but felt her entire body as if disjointed, weak, and sore.

This lovemaking was so soul-consuming and bone-deep that her heart felt full and her body satisfied. Her entire being seemed bathed in the warm spring sun, even the breath from her mouth carrying the rich fragrance of passion.

Most of the candles in the hall had been extinguished by him. The light by the bed was dim, and she could not see his face.

She wanted to ask if the palace would discover their absence tomorrow, and what to do about her official robe and skirt that he had torn to pieces, but his low, enchanting voice reached her ears: “Sleep if you’re tired.”

These simple words instantly put her mind at ease, as if no matter how many difficult matters there were, as long as he was present, she had nothing to worry about.

Thinking this, she unconsciously nestled closer into his embrace, a silent sigh escaping her lips as she closed her eyes.

In her dreams, his embrace remained as warm as before, as firm as always, sheltering her within, protecting her from suffering and hardship, and bestowing upon her supreme love.

It made her smile unconsciously, smiling until the corners of her eyes grew moist.

The next morning at daybreak, birds chirped as they flew past the windowsill. A ray of sunlight poured in, illuminating several soft silk pillows.

She awoke leisurely, frowning as she opened her eyes. After a moment, she remembered everything from the previous night. She turned to look beside her, only to find the bed empty.

He was gone.

She pondered this, not understanding. She pulled back the covers, enduring her sore body as she got up. When she raised her hand to brush her hair, she saw a pile of clothing placed at the head of the bed and was stunned.

After a moment, she reached out to examine it, seeing it was a clean, complete set of female official’s robes.

The official uniform was purple, its familiar hue so subtle yet so intense, piercing her eyes like a needle. Her hand trembled along with it.

Beneath the clothes were twelve pieces of dazzling white jade and a golden fish pouch placed lightly to the side.

Seeing these items clearly, she couldn’t help but gasp, her entire body frozen on the bed, not knowing what to do.