Removing the jade crown and hairpins, Yan Xuan’s thick black hair cascaded over his shoulders. The warm comb teeth sliding through produced a soft brushing sound, reminding Ruan Ning of a young man in an ancient-style manga.
Inexplicably, Ruan Ning asked, “Your Majesty, is your name really A’Mo?”
“That’s my childhood name,” Yan Xuan replied, squinting and enjoying her gentle touch on his scalp.
Suddenly, Yan Xuan stood up and spread his arms: “Help me undress.”
Ruan Ning was startled. Although undressing was a consort’s duty, the last time they shared a night, she had only seen half of Yan Xuan’s chest. This sudden request felt too stimulating.
“I’ll call a palace maid to serve you,” she quickly said.
“No, you do it,” he smiled, keeping his arms outstretched.
Ruan Ning approached stiffly, her trembling fingers removing the jade belt, untying the buttons, and taking off Yan Xuan’s deep blue robe. He wore a light moonwhite inner garment. Ruan Ning didn’t dare look closely, feeling a masculine scent wash over her face. She quickly lowered her head, fumbling at his waist to untie the belt while Yan Xuan laughed.
The more Ruan Ning turned her face away, the more likely she was to touch something inappropriate, her unconscious teasing becoming increasingly interesting. He pressed her hand and said, “Consort, your hand is quite naughty.” Startled, Ruan Ning found her hand pressed close to an inappropriate area. Clearly, he was doing this on purpose—how shameless!
Reluctantly, she pulled her hand away to continue undressing. Yan Xuan chuckled, thinking she resembled a pufferfish. On a whim, he hugged her, pushing her back onto the bed and pressing down heavily. Ruan Ning panicked, silently reminding herself that he couldn’t do anything, so she shouldn’t be afraid.
“What are you thinking?” Yan Xuan asked, leaning down to find her lips, biting gently before untangling her clothes and tossing them aside. As he touched her waist, Ruan Ning’s heart raced, but he soon fell asleep. She sighed in relief; the intelligence was accurate—Yan Xuan truly couldn’t.
The next morning, Consort Sun arrived early but was blocked at the door. Gao Song smiled and said, “His Majesty is resting and has not yet risen. Consort, please return.” Consort Sun had countless words stuck in her throat.
