That Imperial Concubine is both wicked and cunning! Your Majesty, wake up!

"Oh, right."

Xiao Yan finally remembered Consort Shu. He had originally intended to go and see her.

"Go and tell Consort Shu that I have something to attend to and will visit her tomorrow."

Li Fuquan said, "Yes..."

Given Consort Shu's temperament, if she knew that the Emperor was spending time with Consort Song, she would probably tear the roof off.

Xiao Yan looked down at Song Shuangning and asked lazily, "If no one forced you, would you still enter the palace?"

Song Shuangning raised her eyes. Her eyes, which were usually very innocent, had become somewhat alluring after being exposed to love.

Xiao Yan was most fond of her eyes. Before he could make a move, Song Shuangning leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"This concubine is willing."

"It is widely believed that Your Majesty is a wise and diligent ruler who has reduced corvée labor and taxes, allowing the people to live in peace and prosperity. Even back then, Your Majesty was someone I admired. The day I saw Your Majesty, your dignified and imposing presence made me yearn for you even more."

Xiao Yan chuckled softly, his fingertips gently tracing her rosy lips.

"You have such a sweet tongue."

Song Shuangning took the initiative to kiss him, saying, "This concubine cannot control her emotions."

The phrase "unable to control one's emotions" pleased Xiao Yan, who lowered his head and kissed her.

At that moment, they shared a deep kiss in the pavilion of the Imperial Garden.

"Your Majesty, the clothes have been brought." Li Fuquan's voice interrupted them from outside the door.

Xiao Yan reluctantly released her lips. Her eyes were hazy, and her lips were swollen and red, making her incredibly alluring. If she hadn't yet served him in bed, he would have taken her right there and then.

"Get up, I'll have them come in to serve you."

Song Shuangning snapped out of her daze and immediately got off him.

Xiao Yan pointed to the screen, and Song Shuangning quickly hid behind it. Once they kissed, they forgot their passion and became fierce. Even a person with low energy became high energy. Although the Emperor's kissing skills were poor, his learning ability was strong, and he improved rapidly.

Tingyu smiled and said, "This servant will help you change your clothes."

She had many ambiguous red marks on her body.

Song Shuangning was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to look Tingyu in the eye, and muttered, "She's a dog."

After changing her clothes, Xiao Yan looked at her and said, "Go back now. I'll come see you again tonight."

Evening? That means serving the emperor in bed.

"Yes," Song Shuangning replied softly.

"This concubine takes her leave."

Before leaving, she made sure to take the honeysuckle and chrysanthemums she had picked with her.

After she left, the smile on Xiao Yan's face vanished completely. "How did Consort Shu react?"

Li Fuquan hissed inwardly. Of course, it was a commotion. He had just stepped out of the door after returning when he heard the crisp sound of porcelain breaking coming from inside the hall, one after another. It seemed that quite a few vases had been smashed.

"Consort Shu seems somewhat displeased..."

He knew Consort Shu's temper. When she was happy, he was willing to coax her, but that didn't mean he could tolerate her bad temper.

"Heh." Xiao Yan lifted his foot and left.

This is not the direction of Jinyun Palace.

It seems the Emperor has lost his patience to appease him this time.

Li Fuquan was also shrewd. Among all the concubines in the palace, Consort Shu and Consort Rongxian had the worst tempers. They would take their anger out on him when they were in a bad mood. He thought it was great that the emperor didn't go.

Jinyun Palace.

The palace servants carefully cleaned up the porcelain shards with trepidation.

Consort Shu would ask from time to time, "Has the Emperor arrived yet?"

Que Mei said, "Your Majesty, the Emperor... has returned to the Hall of Diligent Governance."

"Smash—" Consort Shu slammed the teacup on the table to the ground, her eyes bloodshot: "You vile woman!"

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger." Que Mei knelt on the ground.

How dare a concubine's daughter, a mere beauty, steal the prize! Who gave her the audacity? Who gave her the confidence?

Could it be Consort Song?

"Both women from the Song family are vixens. I will not let them get away with this!"

Meanwhile, Consort Song was also furious. She had heard that the Emperor and her "good sister" had been alone together in the pavilion of the Imperial Garden for nearly an hour.

Consort Song gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly: She used to pretend to be so gentle and innocent, but she turned out to be a slut who knew how to seduce people, just like her aunt at heart.

Tinglan knew that Consort Song was angry, so she comforted her, "Why is Your Highness angry? If Consort Song can conceive the imperial heir soon, that should be a cause for celebration."

Consort Song sighed, "I know, but I just feel disgusted."

If it were the Emperor who summoned Song Shuangning to his bedchamber, she wouldn't be so angry. But it was Song Shuangning who took the initiative to seduce him!

"Have Qiuhe keep a close eye on Song Shuangning." Her eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

As night deepened, a crescent moon hung in the sky, its cold light casting a shadow on Xiao Yan's figure on the imperial carriage.

The imperial carriage stopped outside the Cangdong Pavilion.

"The Emperor has arrived!"

"This concubine greets Your Majesty—" Song Shuangning stood in the courtyard, her figure stretched long by the moonlight, her eyes shining brightly as if they held hidden stars.

The evening breeze ruffled her hair. She wore a light green ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) with a thin, gossamer-like shawl over it. Only a white jade and silver hairpin adorned her hair. She looked as beautiful as a fairy maiden under the moon.

Xiao Yan personally helped her up, and when he touched her cold, soft hands, he frowned slightly: "Why are they so cold?"

"I have always been prone to feeling cold."

Xiao Yan led her into the hall. The furnishings inside were simple, yet there was a warm feeling to it.

Qiuhe served tea, and Song Shuangning clearly saw that Qiuhe was startled when she saw the Emperor, with a hint of girlish shyness.

Song Shuangning rested her chin on her hand and smiled.

"This is honeysuckle tea that I made myself, Your Majesty. Would you like to try some?"

Song Shuangning walked up to Xiao Yan. The thin, gossamer-like shawl could not conceal anything. She was slender and slim, with a delicate figure and a slender waist. Although she was thin, she had curves in all the right places, and her figure was exquisite.

Xiao Yan took a sip. "My beloved concubine has this skill?"

"When I was little, my aunt often made these for me, and I naturally learned how to do it."

Song Shuangning hooked her finger around his, "I've made some more, Your Majesty, for when you come next time."

"Does my beloved concubine wish for me to visit more often?"

Song Shuangning looked at him with a slightly teasing gaze, lowered her head shyly, and whispered, "Of course, I wish Your Majesty would come more often. I miss you too..."

Her straightforwardness was unique in the harem.

Xiao Yan's gaze fell on her heaving chest, his eyes darkened, and he swallowed hard.

"It's getting late, help me change my clothes."

He stood up, opened his arms, and the servants in the hall tactfully withdrew.

Song Shuangning approached him from behind, wrapped her arms around his waist, slowly took off his belt, then walked in front of him, slightly tiptoed, and took off his outer robe, her breath brushing against his neck almost imperceptibly.

Xiao Yan smelled the sweet fragrance emanating from her body, put his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

Song Shuangning's soft chest bumped against Xiao Yan's hard chest, causing her to tear up in pain.

Xiao Yan asked, "Does it hurt?"

Song Shuangning blinked lightly, tears still clinging to her eyelashes. "It hurts."

Xiao Yan picked her up in his arms, saying, "You're such a delicate girl."