Chapter 385 – The Earthquake in Dongqing (Seventeen)
“Jun’er, you’re awake? Come here to me…”
The Emperor had just furiously decapitated a court official, the headless corpse slumped on the floor, while the head rolled ominously to the feet of the nearly translucent beauty. She raised an eyebrow and stepped over the dismembered head, her foot now stained with the warm, thick blood.
With every delicate step, a series of tiny crimson footprints marked the ground.
“Did someone provoke the Official Master again?”
Instead of heeding the Emperor’s words, the woman wore a seductive smile, her full red lips making those who looked at her feel a heat rising in their throats. She lounged regally on a concubine couch not far from the dragon desk, her large sleeves loosely trailing to her elbows, revealing her flawless, white-as-jade shoulders.
She wiggled her toes, her petite feet appearing almost fragile, and the blood staining her skin only served to highlight its purity.
A natural beauty!
The Emperor’s mind spun with countless vivid scenes, the excruciating pleasure surging back to life within him, igniting feelings he hadn’t experienced in many years. He longed to pull this exquisite beauty into his arms and cherish her fiercely, a youthful impulsiveness he had long forgotten.
As he aged, he grew more ineffectual and irritable, often tormenting the beautiful women around him to experience fleeting pleasure.
Until he met Hui Jun, this unparalleled stunner.
Hui Jun, Wang Huijun…
The thought of her name whispered in his mouth brought profound pain and humiliation, mingled with an unquenchable torrent of love, intertwining feelings that left him utterly dazed.
He hadn’t bothered to inquire about her identity; the Emperor had simply taken her forcibly in the Cool Garden of the Summer Palace.
Similar faces, similar names, yet completely different sensations.
If Wang Huijun was a beautifully pure white lotus, unstained by the mud, then Hui Jun was a flower birthed from hellfire, breathtakingly enchanting and intoxicating, like a siren; a mere brush with her body became an addiction, impossible to resist.
Both possessed breathtaking figures, but Wang Huijun’s shy demeanor often left him unsatisfied in their encounters; he had to hold back for her sake. Conversely, this woman named Hui Jun was like a blazing inferno, bold and seductive, and together they soared to new heights of ecstasy, rekindling the youthful passion that coursed through his veins.
With Wang Huijun, he felt affection; she was the unattainable moon that brought him both joy and agony.
But with Hui Jun, entangled with her left him reborn, endless ecstasy rendering him a slave to sensation, unable to escape her allure.
The former held his heart; the latter held his body.
For this emperor, who thought with his lower half, bodily enjoyment outweighed emotional fulfillment.
Of course, he only learned afterward that Hui Jun was actually the beloved concubine of his fourth son.
The mere thought of Hui Jun’s resemblance to Wang Huijun, and the fact that Wang Huijun was the mother of the fourth prince, Wu Ma Jun, and the Emperor’s former favored concubine, made him feel as if he’d swallowed a fly, intensifying his disdain for Wu Ma Jun.
In light of this, the Emperor felt no guilt at all about claiming his son’s beloved concubine.
He ordered a discreet investigation into Hui Jun’s identity, dispelling any doubts, and favored her deeply.
However, she was no harmless white lotus, but a thorny rose, proud and willful.
Seeing Hui Jun ignore him, the Emperor stepped forward with a smile, taking her delicate foot in his hand and inhaling deeply as if bewitched.
Ah, the scent was intoxicating.
“How could your body be stained with another man’s blood? Let me clean you up.”
Hui Jun regarded the old man half-kneeling before her who was teasingly licking her foot with disdain, feeling a wave of nausea. Feeling mischievous, she lifted her foot and pressed it against his face. Rather than anger, the Emperor merely smiled and continued to lick her sole, his hands wandering up her calves unceremoniously.
Father and son were both sadistic perverts!
She withdrew her foot, a haughty smirk crossing her face, “The Official Master seems not to mind the dirtiness.”
“Jun’er’s body is pure everywhere. There’s nothing dirty about it.”
The Emperor slowly rose, his gaze heavy with lust, scanning her body as if two flames were smoldering in his eyes.
“You’re my son’s concubine; that body was first given to him. Do you truly think it’s clean?”
The Emperor scoffed coldly, “You belong to me now, and your heart must not dwell on other men.”
So what if she was his son’s concubine?
He had even slept with his own brother—the former Emperor’s wives and concubines.
No matter the woman, his vicious nature remained unchanged.
The former Empress cozied up to him in secret to save her life and even pushed Wang Huijun to his chamber.
Now, Liu Zhi’s daughter, Liu Huan, had also sent Hui Jun into his bed for the sake of the fourth prince’s position.
“Moreover, if it weren’t for the fourth prince’s schemes, pushing you into my arms, I wouldn’t have you, would I?” The Emperor embraced the exquisite beauty, sighing profoundly, “Such a rare gem delivered to me, how could I resist? I absolutely adore those beautiful little lips of yours.”
Saying this, he lowered his head to nibble at them.
Hui Jun secretly rolled her eyes.
She once thought royalty was so glorious, but after being in contact, she realized just how disgusting it truly was.
This Emperor before her had wealth and power, yet in other ways, he was less appealing than some of the patrons she had encountered before.
At least those patrons came with clear intentions, but this Emperor not only wanted pleasure but required her to fall in love with him too.
What an audacious demand!
As they became breathless in their antics, the Emperor lifted her, placing her before the dragon desk, even dragging her into his official duties.
Hui Jun had been lazily half-closing her eyes but noticed a familiar name on one of the documents.
Just then, the Emperor caught sight of the document too, his expression darkening as he read it, flashes of menace flickering in his gaze.
“What’s this?” Hui Jun didn’t even look at the document, instead grabbing another one to toss aside carelessly, each one discarded with a satisfying thud.
Her willfulness spoke volumes about her unique favor, “A pile of bureaucratic drivel; it gives me a headache.”
The Emperor let her act petulantly until she snatched the document from his hands.
“The handwriting is quite nice.” Hui Jun glanced at it, as if the script had caught her interest. “Official Master, do read it to me.”
Not a request, but a command.
“Alright, I’ll read it for you.” The Emperor chuckled indulgently, one hand unfurling the document while the other wandered illicitly.
After reading, Hui Jun commented, “Just an antiquated, pretentious scholar, but at least better than those who anger the Official Master.”
The Emperor replied, “This was written by your former benefactor, Young Master Liu.”
Hui Jun’s eyes widened in disbelief, then she turned her head haughtily after realizing something.
“What’s wrong now, my little ancestor?”
“Isn’t this just a way to avoid suspicion?”
The Emperor laughed heartily, “Liu Xi indeed has talent and a patriotic heart; how could I neglect such a person? Jun’er, tell me what position he deserves, and I shall grant it.”
Hui Jun thought slyly, a seductive smile gracing her lips, “How about just giving him a county magistrate title?”
The Emperor instantly smirked tightly, holding Hui Jun close, sighing, “Jun’er surely captures my heart.”
With a swift stroke, he appointed Liu Xi as the Deputy Magistrate of Xiangyang County, with terms to be enacted after the earthquake passed and public life resumed.
The Emperor grinned meaningfully, “A slap brings a date; only after good work comes the reward.”
