The King’s Abandoned Concubine

Feeling the panic in his arms, he appropriately released her. “Why are you always afraid of my touch? I am your husband!” Ming Leng Chen asked softly.

“You are indeed my husband, but not my only husband. You are the husband of all women in the harem. I don’t want to share my husband. If I can’t change the situation, I’d rather not have this incomplete marriage,” Mei Siyu said softly, looking at his somewhat sad eyes.

She gazed at Ming Leng Chen standing beside her. Perhaps due to drinking, her cheeks were rosy, her loose hair gently brushing her face in the soft breeze, the light mist in her eyes revealing his current excitement.

“Yuer, although I cannot give you a complete love, this is an unavoidable consequence of being an Emperor, but I can give you a unique and true heart!” Ming Leng Chen said, swaying as he spoke passionately.

Can I trust you?” Mei Siyu asked calmly. She no longer wanted to disguise her feelings; she loved him. From their first meeting beneath the rockery, her heart had fallen in love with this emperor who was not her husband! The confusion of love, the unconditional devotion – she tried to cut off these inappropriate emotions, thinking of poor Wan’er, which made her hesitate.

Ming Lengchen gently held her hand and placed it on his chest, speaking tenderly: “Can you feel its beating? It lives because of you! Are you willing to give it a chance to love you? From now on, we are not pitiful people created by the royal family, just two ordinary people in love.”

He embraced her, greedily inhaling her unique fragrance, gently caressing her smooth black hair, and affectionately kissing her blushing cheeks: “I admit I was a complete jerk before, failing to recognize my precious wife and kicking her out of bed. I hope my wife can give me a chance to reform.”

Her eyes were already filled with tears, completely disrupted by his words. Her previous resolve now seemed unconvincing, and all her worries about being hurt had been cast aside.

“I’m willing!” She buried herself in his embrace, crying out loud. She was ready to face her true feelings, no matter what the future might hold. She was willing to try, even if she would be wounded, she would willingly follow him.

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