Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

Looking at the magnificent golden palace before her, Asharuya's beautiful eyes were filled with shock, and she stood there speechless for a long time.

After a while, she sighed, stepped onto the familiar white jade staircase, and walked towards the magnificent bedroom above.

Finally, Asha'ruya arrived at the entrance of the bedchamber and peered inside.

Every piece of furniture in the palace exudes supreme power and wealth. The exquisite jade steps, the gold-threaded tapestries on both sides, and the burning ambergris incense all convey the luxury and solemnity of the royal family.

As the light shifts, the magnificent palace seems to be in a fairyland, inspiring awe and reverence!
The palace is filled with golden and red pillars, each of which is carved with dragons and phoenixes, lifelike in appearance.

Whenever a gentle breeze blows, the tassels sway and make a pleasant tinkling sound, like a harmonious melody between heaven and earth.

Looking up, the intricate and complex carvings on the brackets resemble a phoenix soaring through the clouds, ready to take flight.

Inside the imperial palace's sleeping quarters, every detail was incredibly impressive, each testifying to the supreme authority of the emperor.

This is the heart of the empire, a symbol of power, and a witness to history.

Under this glorious light, countless decisions have changed the fate of countless people, and this palace has witnessed the rise and fall of generation after generation of emperors.

The moment you step into the hall, you are greeted by a huge dragon throne, covered with gorgeous brocade and inlaid with dazzling gemstones.

Beside the dragon bed, a glass vase held flowers that never faded throughout the four seasons, emitting a faint fragrance.

A huge landscape painting hangs on the wall, its brushstrokes revealing the majestic spirit of a king, making you feel as if you are there!
On the dragon throne sat a figure draped in a dark yellow robe, embroidered with golden dragon patterns, exuding both nobility and majesty.

His fair and smooth face revealed a sharp and cold handsomeness, and his dark and deep eyes were like torches, exuding an arrogant and domineering aura.

Those thick eyebrows, high nose, and exquisitely shaped lips all exuded nobility and elegance, yet her distinct features conveyed endless coldness and a sense of aloofness.

Between his brows, it seemed, lay the secrets of the world; beneath his sword-like eyebrows, his eyes were as deep as the stars and the sea, sparkling with a gaze that was both kind and sharp.

His fair skin accentuated his pale pink lips, his handsome and prominent features, and his perfect face shape, adding a touch of untamed spirit to his stunning good looks. His slightly pursed lips conveyed a subtle sense of authority and confidence.

The surroundings were silent, and the air was filled with an awe-inspiring presence that made one afraid to look directly at it, which gave me an urge to kneel down and worship!

Mo Xie gently stroked the dragon head on the dragon throne, the exquisite dragon robe flowing with his movements, the gold threads shimmering with a dazzling luster.

When he saw Asha Ruya walking gracefully towards him, already dressed in the exquisite palace robes he had prepared, his eyes lit up.

It must be said that when the other party put on the palace dress of China, with her stunningly beautiful European face, she exuded a strong exotic charm that made people drool!
With a smile playing on his lips, Mo Xie slowly rose from the dragon throne. With a flash of silver light, he disappeared from his spot and instantly teleported to Asha's side.

To Asha's astonishment, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, holding her full and graceful body in his embrace. His large, well-defined hands gently stroked her soft hair, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"Sister, thank you for your hard work."

After a long period of torment and treatment, especially when the person is not fully conscious, it is easy to imagine that without healing assistance, it would not be so simple.

Upon hearing this, Asha Ruya was stunned. She instinctively tried to push Mo Xie away with her hands, but the force in her hands was extremely weak, more like she was being shy and coquettish.

She paused for a moment, rested her head on his broad, strong chest, listened to his pounding heartbeat, and sighed inwardly.

Actually, Asha'ruya was a little angry when she woke up and didn't see her bedmate. After all, they had just recently made love, and it would be a lie to say she didn't want comfort and solace. But now, Mo Xie's gentle demeanor soothed her wounded heart, and she accepted his apology.

After a moment of tenderness, the two slowly released each other. Mo Xie looked at Asha Ruya's attire and nodded in satisfaction. It was almost exactly as he had imagined.

"Yes, my beloved concubine is truly stunningly beautiful, I adore her to the extreme."

"Beloved concubine?"

Upon hearing this, Asha Ruya narrowed her beautiful eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them. Although her understanding of ancient Chinese history was not very deep, she was still aware of the fact that ancient emperors had three thousand concubines in their harems.

This brat seems to have not only gotten together with me, his beautiful older sister, but has also had relationships with quite a few female confidantes.

However, she didn't care much about these sisters; she was more concerned about something else...

Seeing Mo Xie's admiring gaze, Asha Ruya's lips curled into a charming and alluring smile. Her slender, fair hands gently caressed his delicate cheeks, while she coldly asked, "..."

"Since I am a concubine, then may I ask who is the mistress of the harem?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air fell silent for a moment. Mo Xie stared at Asha's pretty face with a slightly strange expression, then immediately realized what he meant. A playful smile appeared on his lips as he leaned closer and asked.

"Sister, you seem quite concerned about who the head of the harem is?"

Hearing this, Asharuya glared at Mo Xie with annoyance, lightly slapped her chest with her hand, and said in a low voice.

"Nonsense, my sister is already your woman, so naturally she has thought things through regarding those vixens."

"Then let's say..."

Mo Xie chuckled playfully, pulled Asha Ruya into his arms once more, and whispered in her ear, "What do you mean?"

"So you're a vixen, then?"

"Well, you dare to flirt with your older sister? You're asking for it!"

Asha's pretty face immediately turned red, and she kept patting Mo Xie's chest. She wasn't angry, but rather shy.

After playing around for a while, Mo Xie stroked Asha's smooth and delicate face with his fingertips and said with a smile.

"If you're really curious, I'll take you to see the Evil Heaven Pavilion when you have time."

Upon hearing this, Asha made Ruya suppress her smile, a hint of hesitation flashing in her beautiful eyes, and she slowly spoke.

"Forget it, I'm not that magnanimous. Maybe next time."

"Row."

Mo Xie nodded, understanding Asha's feelings at that moment. After all, not all women are so magnanimous; this was the kind of emotion she should be experiencing.

As for the matter of the ancient king… Asha'ruya remained silent. She didn't want to meddle in it, trusting that Xiao Xie would make his own judgment. (End of Chapter)