The Empress’s Gambit: I’m the Fierce One 1

The Prince looked at Wan Zhen’er, then wrapped his young body tightly around her. He pressed Wan Zhen’er beneath him, kissing her passionately. Wan Zhen’er’s soft waist, her flowing posture, her porcelain-like skin, her intoxicated eyes, and fragrant breath made the Prince unable to resist.

Wan Zhen’er and the Crown Prince’s ambiguity was so blatant.

Wan Zhen’er knew that there are no walls without cracks.

But so what? Wan Zhen’er liked it this way, and the Crown Prince liked it too. Even if the whole world knew, they didn’t care, just walking their own path, letting the little dogs bark wildly. In short, Wan Zhen’er and the Crown Prince’s mutual affection was like an endless flowing river.

Despite rumors flying everywhere, no one jumped out to break up their relationship.

The Emperor did not.

The Empress did not.

Zhou Guifei did not.

According to the usual palace convention, adolescent princes could casually engage with any woman in the palace except the Emperor’s wives before officially getting married, treating it as pre-marital practice to master eighteen sexual arts, so that when the wedding night came, they could confidently conquer the world.

The bed sparring partners for princes were generally low-born palace maids.

These bed sparring partners depended on luck. If they were fortunate enough to bear a child, they could gain status through their offspring, though not truly favored. If the child was lucky, they might even don the yellow robe – though the chances were slim. The precondition was that the Emperor’s wives could not bear a son, or any sons they had died young, and he was the only surviving legitimate heir.

Life is unpredictable.

No one knows what will happen tomorrow.

The tragic ones were the sparring partners whose bellies were not cooperative, having contributed their precious first time but ultimately leaving no mark in their master’s heart – like wind passing without carrying a single cloud.

Many predicted Wan Zhen’er would become such a woman who could not carry away even a cloud.

Because Wan Zhen’er was too old.

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