activa-t Chapter 210 The Disappointment of Empress Li Yang: Is she really not as good as a fisherwoman?
Chapter 210 The Disappointment of Empress Li Yang: Is she really not as good as a fisherwoman?
Qin Mu's gaze lingered on her for a moment.
That gaze was calm, so calm that it contained not a trace of desire.
Only appreciation.
Appreciate this unpolished, natural, and youthful quality.
He reached out and gently grasped her wrist, pulling her hand away from his body.
Xiao Yu trembled all over, but dared not struggle.
Qin Mu looked at her and smiled gently.
"Don't be afraid," he said. "I said, it's just sleeping."
He let go of her hand, turned around, and lay down on the bed.
He patted the spot on his side:
"Come on, lie down."
Xiao Yu hesitated for a moment, then carefully climbed onto the bed and lay down next to Qin Mu.
She lay straight, like a taut string, barely daring to breathe.
Qin Mu turned to the side, reached out his arm, and gently put his arm around her waist.
He pulled her into his arms.
Xiao Yu's body froze.
She could feel the warmth of Qin Mu's chest, smell the faint scent of ambergris on his body, and feel his steady and powerful heartbeat.
one more time.
Like some ancient rhythm.
Her heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.
Qin Mu's chin rested gently on the top of her head.
His breathing was steady and long, with a reassuring rhythm.
"Go to sleep," he said, his voice soft and gentle.
Xiao Yu closed her eyes.
She could feel Qin Mu's arm, holding her firmly.
The force wasn't strong, but it gave her a feeling of being protected that she had never experienced before.
She remembered the nights she spent at her aunt's house.
Huddled in the corner of the woodshed, shivering as I listened to the wind outside.
No one held her, no one protected her, and no one told her to "sleep."
There was only cold, only fear, only endless loneliness.
And at this moment—
She was in a man's arms.
That man was the emperor.
He is the most powerful person in this world.
He held her in his arms as if she were the most precious treasure.
Xiao Yu's eyes were a little moist.
She didn't open her eyes, but buried her face in Qin Mu's chest.
Tears silently streamed down his face, soaking his pale white nightgown.
But she didn't make a sound.
Just quietly, quietly, I felt this warmth that I had never experienced before.
A night breeze rustled through the window.
Moonlight streamed through the window, bathing the two sleeping in each other's arms.
He wore a long white robe and was handsome and young.
A young, slender girl nestled in his arms.
Like two fallen leaves that have finally found each other.
Sleep peacefully.
Zhao Qingxue was still standing by the window.
She had her back to the bed, and to the two people sleeping in each other's arms.
The moonlight shone on her, casting her long, long shadow.
She remained motionless, like a lifeless statue.
Only her slightly trembling shoulders betrayed her true state of mind at that moment.
She heard it.
I heard the faint rustling sound of Xiaoyu taking off her clothes.
I heard the soft creaking of the bed frame as she climbed onto it.
I heard Qin Mu say, "Go to sleep."
I heard it too...
Those subtle sounds that she didn't want to think about, sounds that made her heart race.
Her cheeks were already burning hot.
The blush spread from her cheekbones all the way to her ears, then to her neck, and burned deep into her collar.
Her hands gripped the window frame tightly, her nails digging deep into the wood.
It wasn't because of anger.
It wasn't because of humiliation.
Rather, it's because—
She didn't know why she was like this.
My heart was beating so fast, it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.
Her cheeks were burning so hot that she wanted to cover them with her hands.
Those images kept popping into my mind uncontrollably—
Qin Mu put his arm around the girl's waist and pulled her into his embrace.
Qin Mu's chest was pressed against the girl's back.
Qin Mu rested his chin on the top of the girl's head.
Then, there are even more in-depth images—
Zhao Qingxue suddenly closed her eyes and shook her head vigorously.
No.
I can't think about it.
But those images are like a persistent, intractable disease; the more you try to get rid of them, the clearer they become.
She had never experienced any of these things.
Throughout her twenty-five years of life, she devoted all her energy to politics and never considered romantic relationships.
She didn't know what it felt like to be held by a man.
I wonder what it feels like to share a bed with another person.
do not know……
But at this moment, less than three zhang behind her, something she was unaware of was happening.
Her breathing became rapid.
His chest heaved violently, and his moon-white casual clothes trembled slightly with his breathing.
She bit her lip, trying to calm herself down.
Her lips were bitten until they turned white, but her heart was still pounding like a drum.
She hates herself for being like this.
I hate this body that won't listen to me, this body that won't obey my commands.
She hated the man behind her even more.
It was him who put her in this situation.
It was he who made her experience this indescribable torment she had never felt before.
But all she could do was stand.
Standing, listening, enduring the torment.
Let those subtle sounds flood your ears like a tide.
The images in my mind lingered like a nightmare, refusing to fade.
Let the flames in your heart burn ever brighter.
I don't know how much time passed.
The faint sounds gradually subsided.
Only steady breathing could be heard coming from the direction of the bed.
Zhao Qingxue opened her eyes.
The moonlight remained cold and clear, bathing her in its glow.
Her cheeks were still burning hot.
Her heart was still beating very fast.
She slowly turned her head and glanced at the bed out of the corner of her eye.
Moonlight streamed through the window screen, illuminating the two people sleeping in each other's arms.
Qin Mu lay on his side, his arm around Xiao Yu's waist.
Xiao Yu curled up in his arms like a sleeping kitten.
Their breathing was steady and long, intertwined.
As Zhao Qingxue watched this scene, a complex and indescribable emotion welled up in her heart.
There was a sense of relief—it was finally over.
I don't understand—why is it only like this?
have--
She was unwilling to acknowledge the faint, almost imperceptible sense of loss.
The sense of loss was faint, so faint that it was almost imperceptible.
But it's right there.
Like a very fine thorn, it is stuck in the deepest part of my heart.
A voice even echoed in her mind: Why didn't Qin Mu ask her to sleep with him? Was she really inferior to a fisherwoman?
The thought flashed through my mind.
But it just won't go away.
Zhao Qingxue shook her head, banishing these thoughts from her mind.
Then he looked away and gazed out the window again.
The night remained deep, and the moonlight remained cold.
A few barks came from afar, but were quickly dispersed by the night wind.
She just stood there, motionless.
Until the east began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.
Until the first rays of dawn pierced through the window curtains and fell upon her face.
She finally moved.
Stiffly, slowly, he turned his neck.
It's both sore and painful.
She stood there all night.
All night long.
My legs were numb and I couldn't feel them anymore, and my shoulders were so stiff that they didn't feel like they belonged to me.
Zhao Qingxue took a deep breath, stretched her stiff neck, and rubbed her sore shoulders.
The movements were very light and slow, as if afraid of disturbing the person in bed.
But just then—
"Your Majesty the Empress."
A lazy voice came from behind.
Zhao Qingxue's body suddenly stiffened.
She slowly turned around.