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Palace Wall Tears
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The Former Emperor has passed away.
I can no longer live.
But I do not want to die.
As night fell, the Palace Maid extinguished the candles in the chamber.
The room was shrouded in darkness, with only the pale moonlight streaming through the window, outlining the shapes of objects.
I slipped off my plain white garments and, barefoot, felt my way across the cold floor towards the Dragon Bed.
I climbed onto the New Emperor's bed.
When Jing Xun embraced me from behind, I sensed his momentary stiffness.
He pulled back the covers and flipped me over, pinning me beneath him.
In the darkness, his rough hands brushed against my calves and thighs, and despite my protests, he mercilessly tore open my nightgown.
"Your Majesty... please don't..."
Jing Xun tightened his grip around my neck, his breath heavy as he demanded, "Xu Peiyao, do you know what you are doing?"
I clenched my teeth tightly and remained silent.
His gaze turned cold as he released his hold.
I thought he intended to let me go; just as I sighed in relief, I saw him rise and pull White Silk from the headboard, wrapping it around my neck again and tightening it fiercely.
"If you want to die, I can accommodate you."
"But before you die, you must first let me enjoy myself."
With that, Jing Xun yanked on White Silk, and my entire body was suddenly pulled taut, tilting my head back with his movements.
A sharp pain shot through my throat.
I couldn't help but cough, blood frothing at the corners of my lips.
Jing Xun held White Silk with one hand while gripping my chin with the other.
His eyes were deep and dark, staring at me like a venomous snake.
"Xu Peiyao, you are quite something."
"How dare you climb onto my bed!"
I was gasping for breath, instinctively reaching for the ornament around my neck, but instead, I grabbed a hairpin.
The hairpin was knocked away, and Jing Xun's dark hair fell loose.
The familiar scent of Canaan wafted through the strands, reminding me of that snowy night many years ago.
I called out to him, "Mr. Miao."
Jing Xun froze for a moment and then released his grip.
"What did you call me?"
I gasped for air, still trying to appease him. "Your Majesty, I was wrong."
"Spare me this time."
Jing Xun stared at me for a while before he replied coolly, "Alright."
But I didn't expect that he wasn't done with me yet.
My pleas for mercy were drowned out by his low breaths.
Jing Xun pinned me beneath him and took his pleasure until just before dawn when he finally stopped.
I was so exhausted that I didn't even want to move a finger.
Just as I was drifting off to sleep, Jing Xun suddenly leaned in closer.
His cold fingers brushed against the strands of hair on my forehead as he softly asked, "Why?"
I knew what he was asking.
During the years I had been imprisoned by the Former Emperor in Zhaoning Palace, I had kept myself pure.
Now, in order to survive, I had resorted to selling my body.
Seeing that I didn't answer, Jing Xun didn't press further.
His hand slowly slid down my cheek and rested on my collarbone.
He caressed it gently, his expression inscrutable.
"Xu Peiyao, remember this."
"You are my woman."
"I will not let you die."
I understood the underlying meaning of his words.
He would not let me die.
But he also would not allow me to live too well.
After tonight, I would become the object of scorn in the palace.
Everyone would know that I shamelessly seduced the Emperor.
Even Ling Shuang, who had always been at odds with me, couldn't help but mock, "Your Highness truly has a way with men."
I couldn't be bothered to respond.
I had no strength left in me and was too tired to speak.
I simply sat quietly on the soft couch, lost in thought.
My mind was filled with Jing Xun's words about wanting to keep me as his woman.
Could it be that Miao Dongxu had already...
I dared not think further.
At that moment, a sharp voice called from outside, "The Empress has arrived."
I was not familiar with the Empress.
Previously, she had sent me invitations several times, but I had always feigned illness to decline.
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