Chapter 36 The Eccentric Emperor Can't Live Without Her 7

My father-in-law is a very perceptive person. Seeing this, he backed out and closed the door behind him.

Chu Yuan seemed oblivious and walked forward as usual.

Her expression showed no timidity, nor any fear or unease; her delicate features and graceful movements were a delightful sight to behold.

The next moment, Emperor Wei Xian lifted her chin with a single finger, saying, "Let me see."

Chu Yuan lowered her eyes slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips, silently allowing Emperor Wei Xian to scrutinize her.

I noticed his breathing rising and falling slightly.

After a while, Emperor Wei Xian not only did not release Chu Yuan, but instead changed from hooking to pinching, gently stroking back and forth along Chu Yuan's soft jawline. "Consort Yuan, I have favored you twice, but today is the first time I have seen what you look like clearly."

She was almost exactly like the one in his dream—pure, charming, and fresh.

Chu Yuan shrank back slightly, her youthful instinctive reaction barely registering. "It's good that Your Majesty didn't remember me because I wasn't pretty before."

Emperor Xian of Wei let out a chuckle, then suddenly hooked his arm around Chu Yuan's waist, pulling her towards him with no room for resistance. "My Consort Yuan is not only more beautiful now, but she's also become quite bolder. Tell me, who gave you permission to paint me like this?"

He was referring to the new artwork on the table.

Emperor Xian of Wei ascended the throne twelve years ago. At that time, Chu Yuan was only three years old. How could she have seen him?

So this painting is something she imagined out of thin air, and many parts are not realistic.

For example, that dragon robe should have a five-clawed golden dragon instead of a four-clawed one.

Chu Yuan's cheeks flushed crimson, as if she had been drinking, her eyes brimming with a drunken haze. "Your Majesty, what I have painted is an image of you as I imagine you."

Having been in the palace for many months, I have seen Your Majesty only a handful of times, but I have been deeply captivated by Your Majesty's charm and cannot extricate myself from it.

My greatest wish now is to paint Your Majesty.

I'll keep drawing, no matter what expression, what clothes, what age, I'll draw for a lifetime.

Look at that sincere and heartfelt wish!

You big jerk, what else could you possibly be unhappy about?

To be honest, Emperor Xian of Wei was genuinely taken aback, both by Chu Yuan's frankness and by her audacious desire to speak her mind.

Let her keep drawing herself? Wouldn't that mean we can't banish her to the Zixia Palace?

Emperor Wei Xian narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on every subtle expression on Chu Yuan's face. "Oh? What makes you think I would agree?"

Chu Yuan raised her eyes, her pupils clear yet with an indistinct haze. "Whether Your Majesty agrees or not, it makes no difference to me."

"If you agree, I will paint Your Majesty in the Chaoxia Palace; if you don't agree, I will go to the Zixia Palace. Does that mean I won't even have the chance to use brush, ink, paper, and inkstone?"

The little girl looked at him earnestly with her watery eyes, as if she were genuinely asking him if Chaoxia Palace didn't have these things.

Even the coldest heart of Emperor Xian of Wei felt a touch of warmth at this moment.

With a final push, Chu Yuan's soft, fragrant body landed on his lap.

Emperor Xian of Wei smiled enigmatically, “My Consort Yuan values ​​me so highly and likes me so much, making it her lifelong wish to paint me. How could I bear not to appreciate it?”

These words sounded incredibly touching, but Chu Yuan knew that Emperor Wei Xian was not truly moved at all.

He was simply intrigued; he couldn't believe a woman had ever flirted with him like this before.

She only had eyes for him, coaxed him, indulged him, and treated him like a god.

The other women mostly used him. They valued power, status, wealth, and reputation, or they were afraid of him and resigned themselves to being manipulated by him.

Chu Yuan was different; besides her beauty, she also showed her true feelings to Emperor Wei Xian.

Men are vain creatures; they like women to depend on them completely and enjoy self-righteously protecting them from harm.

Chu Yuan intended to use this to gain access to Emperor Xian of Wei's heart.

Thinking this, she awkwardly yet proactively wrapped her arms around Emperor Wei Xian's neck. They were neither too close nor too far, their breaths mingling, the faint fragrance of orchids wafting between them. "Your Majesty, I am already very happy that you came to see me today. Let's not talk about the future, let's focus on the present. Are you hungry now? I will go and arrange for the imperial kitchen to prepare a banquet."

As she spoke, Chu Yuan slowly stood up, her vine-like arms sliding down to the man's shoulders.

Enveloped by her soft body and pleasant scent, Emperor Wei Xian's few remaining desires were instantly aroused.

He didn't want to let her go!

Even if they couldn't go all the way, Emperor Wei Xian didn't care anymore. He pulled her back without delay, lifted Chu Yuan's thigh with his hand, and pressed his cold, sharp, and aggressive lips hard against hers...

Chu Yuan was stunned at first, like a delicate flower forced to endure the onslaught of wind and rain.

Realizing this, Emperor Xian of Wei restrained himself slightly and became much gentler in his movements.

But his hands were not behaving properly; whatever part of Chu Yuan's body he was most interested in these days, his hands would go to that part.

As the emperor, he didn't have to worry about anything. Even if he used his hands or a knife, the concubines would have no choice but to endure it.

Of course, he's not that perverted; he just doesn't need to restrain himself.

Through her clothes, the man grasped Chu Yuan's softness. She cursed inwardly, but her body became even softer and softer, like warmed cheese about to melt into a puddle.

Emperor Xian of Wei's breathing became noticeably unstable; his coldness faded, replaced by an intense heat.

It was as if the passion that had been accumulating for many years was ignited at this moment.

Lu Xueyuan, she's just a naive little girl who's barely fifteen years old...

Thinking about this, Emperor Xian of Wei wanted to laugh, but the vigorous growth there was not an illusion.

"You..." Emperor Xian of Wei opened his mouth, but suddenly couldn't continue.

Should we ask her if she is truly living a quiet life?

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