Wan Zhen’er was the woman he liked. She made him unable to stop.
“My beloved!” the Emperor called.
“Yes!” Wan Zhen’er answered.
“My beloved!” the Emperor called again.
“Yes!” Wan Zhen’er answered again.
The Emperor’s breathing suddenly became constricted, his gaze heated.
He involuntarily reached out, gently caressing Wan Zhen’er’s face, her eyes, her nose, her mouth. His touch was light and tender, his gaze full of liquid tenderness and infinite affection.
Wan Zhen’er looked back at him, her shadow flying in his pupils.
Finally, Wan Zhen’er threw herself onto the Emperor, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her full lips tightly against his. She kissed him inch by inch, almost frantically.
The Emperor felt Wan Zhen’er’s lips like a massive magnet drawing away his soul.
The Emperor’s lips also began to move downward.
In this simple house, on this simple bed, Wan Zhen’er and the Emperor’s bodies became intimately entangled, their passion and desire spreading uninhibitedly.
Shameless? So be it. They would see it through to the end.
The Emperor was willing. Wan Zhen’er lay by his ear, breathing, her hot breath rhythmically striking his eardrum.
The Emperor liked that feeling.
“My beloved, give me a son, will you?”
“Yes!”
“Our son, when he’s born, I’ll make him Crown Prince.”
“Wan Zhen’er was pregnant.
This joy descended from heaven.
Ha! Let those who secretly curse her see now – she who exclusively enjoys imperial favor, who dominates the imperial bed, who exclusively receives imperial grace. Let those who called her a barren hen see – she’s not unable to lay eggs, but when she does, it’s extraordinary!
This was the Emperor’s seed, the first time in history to bear fruit.
Thirty-seven-year-old Wan Zhen’er and the twenty-year-old Emperor proved their fertility was completely normal. No need for imperial doctors to examine them or seek mysterious remedies.
If the Emperor’s seed was male, the future Crown Prince – and future Emperor – would surely inherit the golden throne. Wan Zhen’er’s position as Empress Dowager would also be secure. Heaven or hell doesn’t discriminate by age.
Wan Zhen’er must plan for her future.
Prepare for all possibilities.
Now, blessed by heaven and ancestors, her body could create life – a tremendous joy for both her and the Emperor.
