“What will happen to my parents?” Yu Fei’s tears, just dried by his kiss, began to flow again. Min Shi’s lips could never completely kiss them away.
The salty tears and her delicate skin heightened Min Shi’s desire. He suddenly cupped her face and kissed her lips, soft as rose petals. His voice was hoarse, “If you have a child, you won’t be buried alive.”
Yu Fei instinctively closed her eyes in confusion, then opened them to find the strange man’s face approaching. Before she could think, his hot breath neared her lips, and in response, she reached out to block him. His passionate kiss landed on her palm—wet, hot, urgent, and deep, stirring her compassion.
Simultaneously, countless pieces of information flooded her brain: Ruan Ning, the first beauty of the capital, a forced palace concubine, and Min Shi, her childhood sweetheart and fiancé, risking clan extermination to save her.
“Ning Ning, give me this. Once we have a child, everything will be solved.”
Min Shi’s lips moved from her palm to her neck. Just then, a palace maid’s voice came from outside: “Master Gu!”
Min Shi jolted, quickly releasing Ruan Ning, whispering, “Quickly tidy up and be careful not to reveal any clues to that eunuch!”
He pushed open the back window and jumped out, finding the exits guarded by Eastern Factory personnel. Gu Lianchang, the Eastern Factory’s chief, was walking towards the Emperor’s bedchamber, his gaze sweeping towards Min Shi’s hiding place.
Min Shi couldn’t be sure if he was seen, but that glance made him tremble with fear.
Wei Shu stepped forward, placing his hand on her shoulder, causing her to sway slightly. His eyes revealed: “Imperial Concubine, I have missed you for a long time.”
He leaned in close, almost whispering in her ear: “Do not refuse me.”
Despite his jade-like appearance, Ruan Ning felt as if she was being stared at by a hungry wolf, involuntarily shivering. Wei Shu was satisfied with her reaction.
