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

Xiao Yan placed her on the bed, covered her with his body, and the two looked at each other, their breaths mingling.

With the curtains hanging lightly, Song Shuangning lightly lifted Xiao Yan's inner garment with her fingertips, revealing his well-defined upper body, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist that outlined a clean and sharp figure.

Song Shuangning swallowed hard and secretly counted: one, two... six.

Six-pack abs.

There wasn't an ounce of excess fat on his abdomen; his six-pack abs were clearly defined, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

Song Shuangning raised her hand and gently touched her firm and elastic abs, and she couldn't help but smile. Good figure, she was very satisfied.

Xiao Yan's breath hitched as his large, well-defined hands roughly tore open her plain gauze shawl. With a "rip," the thin gauze shawl was torn.

Song Shuangning pouted with heartache; this plain gauze shawl was so precious.

Xiao Yan stroked her exposed skin. Her skin was like the finest mutton fat jade, without the slightest flaw, and as smooth and delicate as brocade, white with a rosy tint.

Soon, clothes were scattered all over the ground, leaving a mess.

Xiao Yan buried his face in her neck, their skin pressed together, both of them glistening with a thin layer of sweat. The sweet fragrance emanating from her body constantly stimulated him.

The delicate, persistent kisses continued...

Song Shuangning placed her hands weakly on Xiao Yan's shoulders, biting her lower lip tightly.

The dim candlelight reflected on the intertwined shadows of the two people.

The lake was far from calm tonight. The wind whipped up waves, tormenting the small boats that were tossed into the air and pulled into the water. The once-dry hull was swept up by the waves. It was a long time before the raging storm gradually subsided, and the lake finally returned to its tranquil state. (This is a normal scene description, reviewed by the reviewer.)

Song Shuangning, her face flushed and her body limp, leaned against the Emperor's chest. Her almond-shaped eyes were moist, as if veiled by a layer of mist, and her stray hairs were soaked with sweat and stuck to her forehead.

"Do you still have the strength?"

Song Shuangning shook her head, her voice hoarse and trembling, "This concubine has no strength left..."

Xiao Yan called for water.

This is the second time water has been called.

Seeing her delicate and pitiful appearance, Xiao Yan pulled over the brocade quilt and wrapped her up, leaving only her head sticking out. Only then did he walk towards the bathhouse with satisfaction.

Qiuhe led the people to clean the hall. Looking at the messy floor and the large wet patch on the bed, she couldn't help but blush.

A quarter of an hour later, Xiao Yan carried the person back to the bedroom.

As soon as he lay down, the woman beside him moved closer, her shapely figure pressing against his, her head gently resting on his chest.

Xiao Yan's gaze darkened, his eyes swirling with desire, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Aren't you sleepy yet?"

Song Shuangning blinked her clear almond-shaped eyes, her voice soft and innocent: "This concubine wants to sleep leaning against Your Majesty."

Xiao Yan remained expressionless. "Didn't the nanny teach you the rules for going to bed?"

According to palace rules, the emperor's bedtime must follow the etiquette of "women on the outside and men on the inside," with a brocade quilt laid on each side. Concubines are not allowed to overstep the bounds and get too close to the emperor, nor are they allowed to disturb his rest.

Even the Empress and Consort Rong, among others, behaved themselves at night and dared not approach. She was the first in the harem to be so proactive and bold.

Song Shuangning's eyelashes trembled slightly: "I have taught you. But I am cold."

Xiao Yan held her hand; it was indeed very cold. He then remembered that she had said she had been cold-sensitive since childhood.

Xiao Yan never liked sharing a blanket with others, but seeing her expectant look, he softened and said, "Don't do it again."

A smile instantly appeared in Song Shuangning's eyes. She responded softly with a "Yes," and then reached out to wrap her arms around the Emperor's waist, closing her eyes in relief.

What do you mean by "never again"? Habits are things that are broken slowly. You either do something zero times or countless times.

Suddenly having someone in his arms, Xiao Yan was initially quite uncomfortable, but gradually, the sweet scent emanating from her enveloped his nose, and he unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

I slept exceptionally well, more soundly and deeply than any night before.

After Xiao Yan woke up, he gently moved Song Shuangning's head away. Before leaving, he looked back and said to Qiu He, "There's no need to wake her. Exempt her from today's greetings."

Qiu He blushed slightly: "Yes."

This scene caught Tingyu's eye. Tingyu glanced at her contemptuously and thought to herself: Doesn't she even know her place? Wishful thinking! She's not even as good as one of the young mistress's toes!

When Song Shuangning opened her eyes, the other side of the bed was cold, and Xiao Yan was nowhere to be seen.

As soon as she moved, she felt a dull ache in her legs and waist. Song Shuangning's eyes were lifeless, and her face was filled with despair. The first time was too painful, completely different from what she had expected.

"My lady, you're awake?" Tingyu heard the noise and lifted the curtain.

Tingyu smiled broadly, and even the usually thick-skinned Song Shuangning blushed. The commotion last night was quite loud; they must have all heard it…

"It's not yet Chen Shi (7-9 AM), and His Majesty has said you're exempt from today's morning greetings. Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Song Shuangning struggled to lift her legs. "No need."

To miss paying respects on her first night with the emperor is far too arrogant and presumptuous. She doesn't have the same family background as Consort Qiao, so she should be more careful.

Tingyu helped her get dressed, and seeing the marks on her body, Tingyu felt both ashamed and heartbroken. Meanwhile, Song Shuangning couldn't help but curse Xiao Yan.

Seeing Qiuhe tidying up in the outer room, Tingyu lowered her voice and said disdainfully, "This morning, the Emperor and Qiuhe didn't need to wake you. I noticed that her face was flushed when she answered. I'm really worried about when you plan to transfer her away."

Song Shuangning lowered her eyes: "No rush."

When the time came, Song Shuangning went to the main hall to pay her respects to Consort Song. Today, she had specially applied a thin layer of powder and put a touch of rouge on her lips, making her look charming and delicate like a spring breeze.

Consort Song had dark circles under her eyes and looked haggard and tired.

The curve of Song Shuangning's lips deepened imperceptibly. "Greetings to my elder sister."

Consort Song rubbed her temples: "Get up."

Seeing Consort Song's unpleasant expression, Song Shuangning felt better. One cannot have both fish and bear's paw. It was only her first time serving the emperor, yet she had stayed up all night without closing her eyes. Since she had decided to let her enter the palace, she should have expected this day. Why was she still so impatient?

If she serves the emperor more often in the future, does that mean Consort Song will have to stay up all night?

Upon arriving at Fengyi Palace, they were inevitably met with sarcastic remarks.

Consort Shu glared at her, her eyes burning with fury.

She intercepted the plan yesterday; Consort Shu will surely be angry. Since I'll offend her sooner or later, I might as well do it now.

Song Shuangning remained calm and smiled faintly at Consort Shu.

Consort Shu gritted her teeth: "I haven't even congratulated Consort Song on serving the Emperor yesterday."

Song Shuangning said, "Your Highness, you are too kind. I am merely fortunate to have received His Majesty's favor."

Seeing that she still dared to provoke her, Consort Shu could no longer suppress her anger. Everyone knew that the Emperor had originally intended to visit her, and Consort Song had deliberately "coincidentally" met the Emperor in the Imperial Garden.

"A lucky break? You've been plotting this all along, haven't you?"