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Xing slapped the light cone against her chest, and golden light emanated from it.

She looked down at her hands, then looked up at Qi Ye, and then opened her mouth:

"I feel really good!"

Qi Ye was taken aback for a moment: "...You're already starting to play the role?"

"Who am I? I was born to be the emperor; why should I pretend?"

Xing put her hands behind her back and straightened her back.

"My dear minister, I wish to test the effectiveness of this light cone."

You come and punch me. There's no one here now. Uncle Yang just went out. March 7th said he had a headache and went back to his room early.

"Since no one is around to disturb me, I'd like to test the practical effectiveness of this light cone."

Qi Ye looked at her serious face and her lips twitched slightly: "...Are you sure?"

"I am the Son of Heaven, and my word is law. Go ahead and hit me."

"What if you get hurt?"

"I have a cone of light protecting me," Xing said calmly. "And I believe you wouldn't dare to hit me too hard."

Qiye thought for a moment.

He remembered the two blows Xing had given him in Belleburg, a score he hadn't settled yet.

Now that she's offering herself up to him to punch her, it's like fate is giving her a chance.

He clenched his fist: "Then I really hit him."

"I am ready."

Qiye took a deep breath, swung his fist, and slammed it into Asahi's shoulder.

His original intention was to hit the shoulder, since the shoulder is fleshy and a hit wouldn't hurt too much.

But just as his fist was about to touch Xing's shoulder, Xing opened his mouth:

"Guards, protect the emperor!"

A flash of white light.

A figure appeared out of thin air in front of Xing, blocking the way between Qi Ye's fist and Xing.

The moment Qi Ye saw the figure clearly, her pupils contracted; pink hair, a familiar face.

March 7th's eyes were wide open, not yet realizing what had happened.

Qiye wanted to stop, but the fist had already been thrown.

He could only forcefully reduce half of his strength, turning his fist into a palm, and press it towards March 7's chest.

One palm can cover it.

The sensation came from his palm, like pressing on a freshly baked marshmallow.

In that instant, his thought was: It's over!

His palm was placed on March 7's chest.

The air freezes.

March 7th looked down at the hand on her chest, then looked up at Qi Ye's helpless face.

Then her face, starting from the base of her neck, turned red at a visible speed.

She opened her mouth and let out the loudest scream Qi Ye had ever heard in his life:

"Sumiyo!!"

A flash of white light appeared again, and March 7th was teleported back to his room. Only Qiye and Xing remained.

Qi Ye remained in the same outstretched hand position, her palm suspended in mid-air.

He looked at the star:

"What were you thinking when you shouted for protection?"

Xing put her hands behind her back, raised her chin slightly, and answered matter-of-factly:

"I didn't think about anything."

I just feel that if we are going to test the protection of the emperor, then we should let the most suitable person protect him.

March 7th is my Empress's day. If I am assassinated, my Empress should stand in front of me.

This is her duty.

"Empress? When did March 7th become your Empress?"

"I just casually bestowed this title upon myself when I ascended the throne."

Didn't you hear me? Oh right, I haven't had a chance to announce it yet. Well, it's not too late to announce it now."

Xing cleared his throat and said loudly,

"By imperial decree, March 7th is hereby appointed as my Empress, and Qiye is hereby appointed as my Noble Consort."

So be it.

Qi Ye stood there, looking at the emperor who had just ascended the throne less than half a cup of tea's time ago.

I feel those two bumps on the back of my head starting to ache again.

He took a deep breath and spoke rationally:

"Imperial Consort? Shouldn't I be the Prime Minister?"

"I'm the one who's offering you advice; shouldn't I be given a title like Grand Tutor?"

"My harem also needs someone to manage it."

Xing answered naturally.

"And you just touched the Queen's breasts."

According to the law, he should be executed.

However, considering your merit in presenting the light cone, I hereby grant you a special pardon and allow you to enter the inner palace to atone for your sins.

"I am a wise ruler. A wise ruler does not kill meritorious officials, but he can make them imperial concubines."

Xing walked up to Qi Ye with her hands behind her back and looked at him with a powerful stride.

She reached out and lifted Qi Ye's chin with her index finger, her face bearing an undeniable imperial majesty:

"Alright, my beloved, stop fooling around."

It's getting late. I've just ascended the throne today and tested the light cone; I'm exhausted, both physically and mentally.

"Now it's time to serve you in bed."

Qi Ye looked down at the emperor before him, his lips twitching several times.

"...Serving as a bedmate? Are you serious?"

"You've only been emperor for less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and your harem isn't even finished yet, and you're already in a hurry to have someone serve you in bed?"

"Although my harem consists of only you and the Empress, the rules cannot be broken."

The Empress just took a blow for me, and she's probably still shy in her room, so I won't disturb her.

"Tonight, my beloved concubine will serve me in bed."

Xing withdrew her finger and led him to her room.

Then she walked towards the bed, took a couple of steps, glanced back at him, and a subtle smile appeared on her lips.

"I have recently been learning some traditional Chinese medicine knowledge on my own."

I stumbled upon an acupoint that feels really comfortable when I press it whenever I have free time.

Suitable for people who sit for long periods, experience heaviness in their lower limbs, and have poor blood circulation.

My beloved concubine must be exhausted after being tossed around in Belleburg for several days and then running around in Louvre.

"I'll give you a massage tonight."

Qi Ye stood there, staring blankly at her.

Xing had already sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the bedside next to her, gesturing for him to come over.

He took a deep breath, thinking that since he had already been bestowed the title of Imperial Concubine, it would seem pretentious to refuse again.

So I went over and sat down next to her.

Xing reached out and placed her hand on his thigh, her fingers finding a spot and beginning to gently press.

The force was moderate, and the rhythm was even.

At first, Qiye remained vigilant.

But after pressing it for a while, it did feel quite comfortable, so I stopped thinking about it.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the soft pillow at the head of the bed, thinking that although Xing was usually a bit abstract, he was quite reliable in critical moments.

Then he felt the hands on his legs start to get restless.

Her fingers slowly moved upwards from the inside of her thigh, carrying a subtle, teasing undertone.

Finally, the pressure stopped at a key acupoint, and the kneading became more forceful, with the movements becoming slower and slower.

Qi Ye opened his eyes and met Xing's eyes, which were looking down at him intently.

There was no trace of imperial majesty in his eyes, only pure curiosity and some unspeakable anticipation.

He reached out and pushed her shoulder:

"...Where are you pressing? Didn't you say you were pressing acupoints? Where are you almost now?"

Xing answered in a very serious tone:

"I recently started studying Traditional Chinese Medicine and accidentally discovered this acupoint."

You can massage it at home, morning and evening. When you feel weak all over, it means it's working.

And it's super convenient because no tools are needed.

"My beloved concubine, please don't move. My technique is very professional."

"What kind of acupoint is that! Is that even an acupoint?!"

That is…

"Shhh."

Xing extended her index finger and pressed it against his lips.

"My beloved concubine, please do not speak. I am currently clearing your meridians and expelling dampness."

Don't worry, I am a wise ruler and I won't do anything to you.

"I just want to see what you'll be like when this acupoint is pressed until your whole body is weak."