The man said he was not someone to be trifled with.
He also said he would tear her apart.
But now, he was above her, his broad shoulders dominating her presence, claiming her in the most extreme way a man could possess a woman.
An older man with considerable experience, the lessons she had learned from two previous men were utterly inadequate.
She was defenseless, like a small animal being devoured, her spirit scattered and crushed under his thunderous assault, whimpering incessantly.
Her delicate hands clung to the man’s strong and powerful waist, deliberately swaying her slender body to press against him.
She always knew, whether under the bright sky or within the brocade curtains, she was fragile and helpless, unable to contend with a man who wielded power and strength.
So she could only show weakness, brokenly pleading, freely moaning.
At this moment, the world fell silent, so quiet it seemed non-existent, within the luxurious surroundings, only she and he remained.
Emperor Jingxi propped his arms on either side of A wu, looking down at the small woman he firmly controlled and confined.
She had been driven to distraction by him, the corners of her eyes tinged with a bewitching red, her moist lips slightly parted, intermittently releasing soft, sticky moans.
She had broken into a light sweat, her skin glistening, becoming even more translucent and crystalline, like a piece of jade porcelain adorned with dew.
Emperor Jingxi felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
This little thing, usually so simple in nature, yet so bewitching when immersed in love, she seemed like a finely crafted treasure, made specifically for him, naturally fitting.
His thumb gently pressed against her lips, slowly crushing.
A wu unconsciously moved her lips, even licking the man’s fingertip.
A tingling itch instantly spread from the fingertip.
Emperor Jingxi’s eyes deepened, looking into her misty, blurred eyes:
“Hmm? Want more?”
After the earlier events, his voice was rich and hoarse, somewhat lazy.
A wu raised her soft, weak hand, pushing the man’s finger away, murmuring softly:
“Thirsty.”
Emperor Jingxi looked at her soft, coquettish manner, as if she was asking him for water, momentarily speechless.
He slightly leaned down, whispering in her ear:
“After all that shouting earlier, your throat must be dry.”
A wu was too exhausted, she didn’t want to open her eyes.
Emperor Jingxi gave an order.
Soon, servants brought up tea, two cups.
Emperor Jingxi took one for himself, and fed the other to A wu.
A wu held the man’s wrist with both hands, sipping gently from his hand.
Emperor Jingxi had never fed anyone before, not even his own children.
This experience was quite novel for him.
She drank like a small squirrel by a stream, tail twitching, cautious.
Then, she looked up, her moist eyes speaking volumes, she didn’t want to drink anymore.
Emperor Jingxi chuckled softly, casually ruffling her soft hair, then both lay back on the bed.
At this moment, his chest was filled with satisfaction, the thorough pleasure also relaxing him.
This feeling was excellent, more comfortable than a morning exercise.
Outside, it seemed the wind had picked up, the mountain breeze rustling the window frames, making subtle sounds, conveying the deep chill of late autumn in the mountains.
A large screen and the red charcoal burning in the copper stove made the room exceptionally warm.
Emperor Jingxi half-closed his eyes, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.
A wu silently leaned against the soft pillow, recalling the third prince and Lu Yunjian.
She finally remembered, when Futai mentioned guests, referring to “Lu Country,” it was actually the Lu family’s uncle, right?
But the third prince stopped him, preventing him from continuing, deliberately hiding his identity from her?
Lu Yunjian’s identity was not ordinary, his various deeds along the coast aside, just based on his status as the legitimate son of the Zhen’an Marquis and the brother of the Empress, he should be one of the foremost dignitaries in the capital.
Yet Lu Yunjian came to see the third prince, and the third prince could leisurely make Lu Yunjian wait.
What does this imply, that the third prince’s status is higher than Lu Yunjian’s.
A wu also remembered when she saw Lu Yunjian, it seemed Lu Yunjian was standing, while the third prince was sitting.
Although it was possible that Lu Yunjian had just stood up at that moment, but if considering etiquette, such a slip would not occur, so to some extent, it also indicates the difference in their status.
Impressive!
In any case, Lu Yunjian was indeed a notch below the third prince.
So, in the capital of Dahui, who could sit calmly in front of Lu Yunjian?
A wu didn’t understand much about court affairs, and even less about these royal relatives and high officials, but she realized that the third prince’s identity was absolutely extraordinary.
A prince?
A prince’s son?
An uncle?
Or some kind of duke?
A wu’s mind was a mess, desperately trying to recall what the crown prince had told her in the past, but the crown prince rarely mentioned other men to her, she only knew that the crown prince had no brothers.
Did the crown prince have an uncle?
While A wu was lost in these thoughts, the man beside her suddenly said:
“What are you thinking about?”
A wu had her mind occupied, startled by his sudden question, she could only perfunctorily reply:
“Hmm…”
Emperor Jingxi then wrapped her thin, soft body in his arms, lovingly stroking her hair, then lowered his head to kiss her forehead.
The man’s thin lips brushed over her like a dragonfly skimming the water, but because they had just experienced such intimacy, it seemed very affectionate.
If A wu didn’t have so many concerns and past experiences, she would have been comfortable and relaxed at this moment, perhaps allowing herself to sink into it, enjoying his tenderness.
But now she nestled in the man’s strong embrace, harboring small thoughts, speculating about the man’s identity.
No matter how hot and close their skin contact was, it couldn’t overcome the suspicion and defense in each other’s hearts.
So who was this man, who had already shared a bed with her, imposing and with some power?
She recalled the various objects she had seen since coming to this villa, now thinking back, although she couldn’t discern anything from the patterns, those utensils were exquisitely crafted, of a high standard, certainly not casually placed by ordinary people.
It seems it must be a royal relative.
At this time, A wu felt a hint of coolness, she realized it was the man’s ring.
A ring?
A wu remembered the crown prince also had a ring, the crown prince’s rings were quite particular, the patterns on them had some meaning, also matching his status and position, what status, what patterns could be on the ring, these were strictly regulated.
A wu felt this might be a clue.
Her heart stirred, she deliberately caught the man’s hand, casually playing with it.
Emperor Jingxi didn’t mind, lazily closing his eyes, quite indulgent.
Now he was in an unprecedented state of relaxation and comfort, which made him particularly fond of the woman beside him, willing to give her some tolerance and affection.
As A wu played with it, her mind was actually working hard.
The man’s hand was clean and slender, the skin tight, only the fingertips had some slight calluses, it seemed certain that specialized attendants would take care of him, the calluses were probably from long-term writing.
She fiddled with it, finally tentatively touching the ring, the ring was made of top-quality material, smooth and glossy, with some faint patterns, but too fine, she couldn’t make them out.
She deliberately said:
“Third prince, what is this ring? Why do you wear it every day?”
Emperor Jingxi still had his eyes slightly closed:
“I’m used to wearing it.”
A wu: “I want to see it!”
After saying this, as if on a whim, she enthusiastically pulled his hand, wanting to take the ring off his hand.
Emperor Jingxi slightly bent his fingers, stopping her:
“Don’t mess around.”
Although the tone was still lazy, it already exuded authority.
A wu felt somewhat wronged:
“Why can’t I touch it, I just want to see it!”
She deliberately hugged his neck, coquettishly whispering in his ear:
“Just now you…”
Her cheeks flushed, she muttered in a very low voice.
The girl’s breath lingered in Emperor Jingxi’s ear, sweet and soft, but the words spoken were ambiguous and lingering.
After a series of soft mutterings, A wu pouted her lips, pitifully saying:
“Anyway, your ring scratched me, it still hurts now.”
Emperor Jingxi, however, became serious, frowning:
“Let me see.”
As he spoke, his large hand was about to reach down.
A wu quickly stopped him:
“No, no, don’t look, just take the ring off quickly!”
Emperor Jingxi looked at her without expression, he didn’t say anything, but he extended his long fingers, letting her take the ring off.
The ring was taken off, A wu saw there were still some faint marks on his knuckles, clearly he had been wearing this ring for some years.
But she ignored it, holding the ring in her hand.
She sat up all at once, lying there, examining the ring against the light coming through the brocade curtains.
The jade ring was as white as snow, elegant and clean, one side had a reduced animal face pattern, the other side had finely carved characters, those characters were too small, A wu couldn’t see them clearly.
But she vaguely understood, the jade material, the carving, were all rare, not inferior to those worn by the crown prince.
At this time, Emperor Jingxi was lying on his side, his black hair falling, he lazily looked at A wu.
A wu was lying there, her two legs dangling and swaying, her head stretched forward, holding his jade ring and examining it, her manner charmingly naive, like a child who had gotten something good.
The corners of his lips raised in pleasure, he smiled and asked:
“Do you like jade rings?”
A wu was nonchalant, casually replying:
“Hmm, quite like it…”
Emperor Jingxi: “I’ll give you a few good ones later.”
As he spoke, he extended his hand to her.
The meaning was clear, he wanted A wu to put it on for him.
A wu had to put the ring on for him, as she did, she thought he was quite accustomed to being served, taking it for granted.
She deliberately asked:
“Your wives and concubines must be virtuous, they must serve you dressing and washing, right?”
Emperor Jingxi didn’t affirm or deny.
A wu then grabbed his arm, coquettishly:
“Tell me, how many wives and concubines do you have at home?”
Emperor Jingxi:
“I have many wives and concubines in my residence.”
A wu: “Many?”
She was surprised, looking at his cold and indifferent demeanor:
“So you’re a lecherous and debauched man, I really couldn’t tell!”
Emperor Jingxi didn’t deny it:
“Yes, I’m lecherous and debauched.”
A wu: “You! Shameless!”
Emperor Jingxi: “What do I need face for?”
Oh, this man!
A wu puffed up her cheeks, turning her face away:
“I’m not talking to you anymore!”
Emperor Jingxi chuckled: “Do you want to go back with me?”
A wu listened, her heart skipping a beat.
The reserved and steady man looked at her with a smile, his words warm and pleasant, seemingly teasing, half-truthful, half-joking.
She then looked into his tea-brown eyes:
“Then, what are your intentions in your heart?”
Emperor Jingxi’s smile faded, his words adding a touch of seriousness:
“If you’re willing, I can take you back with me.”