Can't a girl be a traitor like Cao Cao?

This this……

Yuan Zhaoji couldn't help but cover her blushing cheeks with her hands.

This is... I really can't face anyone now...

Chapter 40 A Moment of Spring Night, Flowers Bloom Twice

When Yuan Zhaoji finally returned from the Imperial Study after composing herself, Chi Junlin was already sitting in the Jiaofang Palace, drinking with Yang Yurou and the other two women.

Yuan Zhaoji saw Jiang Qianju punching Chi Junlin's chest with her small fists while muttering something like "stealing fish cat".

I felt a little nervous.

After sitting back down, I didn't dare look at anyone else.

When Jiang Qianju saw Yuan Zhaoji, she only snorted, as if Chi Junlin had instructed her on something, and did not say anything unpleasant at this moment.

Wan Zhaoji breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He then looked up at Chi Junlin.

But he didn't expect that she was also watching him.

Their eyes met briefly in mid-air.

Yuan Zhaoji quickly lowered her head again.

My heart is beating really fast.

She pretended to be calm, but her hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

I recalled the scene where I had just impulsively kissed Chi Junlin.

Wan Zhaoji felt her cheeks burning.

It looked like he was about to faint at any moment.

During the subsequent drinking games, Yuan Zhaoji often made mistakes and seemed somewhat distracted.

Fortunately, Yu Xiao drank to his heart's content, and became quite unrestrained.

This, however, concealed the shyness of Yuan Zhaoji standing to the side.

After drinking three more times, Yang Yurou, unable to hold her liquor, took her leave before Chi Junlin.

Seeing that Chi Junlin and Jiang Qianju were deeply in love, Yuan Zhaoji wondered what scandalous things they might do next.

He then quickly stood up and bid farewell to Chi Junlin.

Chi Junlin didn't say much, just a few words of concern, telling the two to take care of their health and not catch a cold.

The two women then left the banquet hall and headed towards the bedroom.

Although Jiaofang Palace is only one of the many halls in the vast Chang'an Palace, as the residence of the Empress, it possesses a unique and profound inner strength.

Several rooms can be used as bedrooms, so Wan Zhaoji was previously assigned a separate guest room.

They were always accompanied and served by palace maids in their residences.

However, at this moment, Yang Yurou saw that Yuan Zhaoji was about to leave, so she couldn't help but call out, "Sister Zhaoji."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhaoji immediately stopped in her tracks.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Yang Yuru said somewhat shyly, "I'm a little tipsy, could you help me back to my bed, sister?"

Yuan Zhaoji saw that Yang Yurou was drunk and her steps were unsteady.

I can guess that she didn't want the other palace maids to see her behave inappropriately in her palace.

As the Empress, Yang Yuru was of noble status.

It would be beneath his dignity for others in the palace to know that he had been drinking with Chi Junlin until late at night.

Yuan Zhaoji, being quick-witted, smiled and nodded.

Then, supporting Yang Yuru, and amidst her grateful gaze, he crossed the palace gate and returned to Yang Yuru's Empress's bed.

After Yuan Zhaoji settled Yang Yurou down to sleep, she was about to leave when Yang Yurou grabbed Yuan Zhaoji's hand again.

"It's getting late, Sister Zhaoji, why don't you stay on the couch and sleep with me? You've drunk quite a bit tonight, and it'll be dark on the way back, so don't fall."

Yuan Zhaoji listened to Yang Yurou's sincere words and thought that this was indeed the truth.

After all, Yang Yurou is not like Chi Junlin, who is fond of women.

It wasn't considered immoral for two women to sleep together. So Yuan Zhaoji nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Yang Yuru smiled and moved aside to make way for the couch.

Yuan Zhaoji then took off her shoes and socks and lay down on the side of the bed.

The two lay in bed and talked for a while, then Yang Yuru's breathing gradually slowed down; she was already too drunk to hold her liquor and gradually fell asleep.

Yuan Zhaoji also yawned, feeling drowsy.

She couldn't help but recall her kiss with Chi Junlin in the imperial study...

In a state between sleep and wakefulness, she even had a strange dream in which she was both reluctant and welcoming, and was being favored and loved by the Red Emperor.

But just as Wan Zhaoji was about to fall completely asleep.

Suddenly, I heard the door open slightly, as if someone was strolling to the bedside.

Upon hearing the sound, Yuan Zhaoji gradually woke up and saw a familiar figure standing at the head of her bed.

As the sound of breathing drew closer, Yuan Zhaoji was still not fully awake from her sleep.

She realized that Chi Junlin was standing by the bed, taking off his shoes and socks, about to climb onto the phoenix couch.

Just as the Crimson Emperor was about to engulf her, Wan Zhaoji suddenly regained consciousness.

She heard Chi Junlin call out, "Yu Rou..."

He knew that Chi Jun had mistaken someone for someone else at that moment.

He quickly said, "I don't..."

But before he could utter a word, his mouth was sealed by Chi Junlin's lips and tongue.

Yuan Zhaoji struggled slightly, but Chi Junlin's kissing skills were simply too good.

In just a few moments, she was limp and panting heavily.

Then, in a daze, he was embraced by Chi Junlin.

Their feelings intertwined, their emotions entangled in subtle ways.

Yang Yuru, who was standing to the side, was awakened halfway by the noise of the two.

When she woke up, she realized that something was wrong.

Chi Junlin seemed quite drunk, mistaking Yuan Zhaoji for himself.

But she had no choice; she couldn't very well push away Yuan Zhaoji at this moment and receive the "favor" herself, could she?

I could only pretend I knew nothing and continue to close my eyes and pretend to be asleep.

Unfortunately, Chi Junlin possessed exceptional physical strength.

They tormented Yuan Zhaoji until midnight, until she was completely exhausted and lost her senses, before finally falling asleep fully clothed, satisfied.

Yang Yuru blushed as she listened, wondering if she had ever made such shameful noises as Yuan Zhaoji.

After Wan Zhaoji gradually regained her senses, she got up, slowly dressed, and stood up from the bed.

She looked at Chi Junlin, who was completely asleep, with an incredibly complex expression.

I felt both shy and embarrassed.

But since things have come to this point, it can only be described as a twist of fate.

She absolutely could not admit to sleeping until tomorrow morning and then confessing to Chi Junlin in front of him.

After all, she was a woman with a very strong sense of shame.

So, at this moment, Wan Zhaoji could only sigh. She then silently left the room and walked towards her own room.

Hearing Yuan Zhaoji leave, Yang Yuru sighed and showed a complicated expression.

The two had just been entangled, and now they could smell the spring-like atmosphere filling the room.

Even Yang Yurou couldn't help but feel complicated.

But just as she was about to turn her back to sleep...

Suddenly another hand reached out from behind and hugged her around the waist.

Yang Yuru was startled and turned to look at Chi Junlin.

But in the darkness, Chi Junlin's eyes were bright and clear, showing no trace of drunkenness.

Yang Yuru immediately realized that Chi Junlin had never been drunk from beginning to end.

"you……"

Before she could speak, Chi Junlin had already captured her lips with his.

"Ooh... Chirp... Chirp..."

With no one else in the room, Yang Yuru no longer needed to endure it.

He then stretched out his arms, turned around, and embraced Chi Junlin.

A fleeting spring night, and the flowers bloom twice.

Yet, it was another fiercely complicated dilemma...

It wasn't until the night had passed and the sun was high in the sky that everyone in the Jiaofang Palace finally got out of bed, feeling rather lazy.

They went to the banquet hall to drink porridge.

Jiang Qianju drank heavily last night and is experiencing a severe hangover.

She looked at the women, except for Chi Junlin, who was still radiant and full of energy.

Yang Yuru and Yuan Zhaoji both had dark circles under their eyes, as if they hadn't slept well all night.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Qianju couldn't help but become suspicious.

Yang Yuru is one thing, but why is Yuan Zhaoji the same?

Did they do something shameful behind my back last night while I was away?

Chapter 41 The Evil Villain, Red King's Arrival

After their night of passion, Chi Junlin made no comment.

However, Yuan Zhaoji's gaze towards Chi Junlin had changed somewhat.

Yuan Zhaoji was naturally unwilling to admit the changes in her mindset.

Chi Junlin was happy to play dumb, pretending that nothing had happened between the two of them last night.

He treated Yuan Zhaoji with the same attitude he usually showed to his strategists.

However, when it came to handling political affairs and the two could be alone together, he would show concern for Wan Zhaoji and say some caring words.

After a while, Yuan Zhaoji's attitude towards Chi Junlin changed somewhat.

She had initially only regarded Chi Junlin as her strategist.

But now, with her spending so much time together, she sometimes thinks back to that passionate night.

She certainly wouldn't admit the changes that had occurred in her heart.

However, Chi Junlin still noticed the change in Yuan Zhaoji's attitude towards him from the way she looked at him and the subtle tone of her voice.

The two maintained this tacit understanding, continuing to play the roles of lord and strategist.

However, that's not quite right either.

After all, Wan Zhaoji has not yet officially acknowledged that she has become Chi Junlin's lover.

To be precise, the two of them were just strangers on the surface, at most just friends.

But what should have happened, and what shouldn't have happened, has already happened.