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Chapter 8: The Seductive Potion
In the evening, Yan Zhi Xi arrived at Chenyu Palace and noticed Wen Qingyu's restless spirit. "Qing'er, what’s wrong with you?"
After Yan Zhi Xi asked twice, Wen Qingyu seemed to awaken from a dream. She avoided Yan Zhi Xi's gaze and pretended to be calm, saying, "It's nothing, I'm just tired. Your Majesty should go back."
This time, when Wen Qingyu tried to send him away, Yan Zhi Xi did not leave. He could clearly sense that Wen Qingyu was hiding something from him.
Yan Zhi Xi frowned. "I won't leave tonight; I will stay at Chenyu Palace."
Wen Qingyu stared at Yan Zhi Xi for a moment and mockingly curled her lips. "Yan Zhi Xi, what will it take for you to let me go?"
Yan Zhi Xi had no response. Wen Qingyu stood up, her hand moving to the clasp at her collar as she spoke while unfastening it. "Is it because of this body that you won't let me go? Fine, then I’ll give it to you. Once you’ve had your fun, will you finally let me go?"
Wen Qingyu's indifferent gaze and self-deprecating words revealed the dried scars beneath her loosened collar, each one deeply piercing his heart and reminding Yan Zhi Xi of the beastly things he had done in the past.
"Qing'er, don’t belittle yourself!" Yan Zhi Xi shouted as he tightly embraced Wen Qingyu, burying his head in her neck. "I want your body, but what I want even more is your heart."
Yan Zhi Xi's grip was so strong that it pained Wen Qingyu, yet she stood there in a daze, neither resisting nor taking initiative. This attitude sparked a flicker of dark joy in Yan Zhi Xi's heart as he heard Wen Qingyu's voice near his ear.
"Dream on!"
Cold and resolute.
Yan Zhi Xi had never felt a winter day so cold before. He stayed in Chenyu Palace, tightly holding onto Wen Qingyu's frail body from behind. Her prominent shoulder blades caused him pain, yet he continued to hold on as if in self-torture.
That night, neither of them slept.
As dawn broke, Zhang Gonggong called from outside several times that it was time to attend court. Only then did Yan Zhi Xi reluctantly get out of bed, watching Wen Qingyu's trembling eyelashes. He sighed softly and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead.
Yan Zhi Xi summoned a maid: "Take good care of Consort Yu. It's cold. If the lady wishes to go out, remember to drape the snow fox cloak I just bestowed upon her over her shoulders."
Having given all the necessary instructions, Yan Zhi Xi left.
The news of Wen Qingyu being favored again had long spread throughout the palace, with constant rumors circulating in secret.
After breakfast, Rui Xi came joyfully holding a plum blossom. "Sister Qingyu, the Red Plum in the Imperial Garden has bloomed! Let's go take a look."
The Red Plum against the snow was indeed beautiful.
As the two walked through the snow, chatting and admiring the plums, faint voices could be heard from deep within the plum grove.
"Consort An, do you know why Consort Yu was neglected by the Emperor for nearly three years and suddenly received favor?"
"I don't know; it's quite strange."
"I heard she used a drug on the Emperor. That drug comes from the Western Regions and is said to make people infatuated."
"That old ghost with white hair is not just shamelessly seducing the Emperor."
Rui Xi, feeling furious, brushed aside the plum branches and strode over, grabbing another woman and slapping her. With her hands on her hips, she glared fiercely, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouths apart."
Wen Qingyu followed and grabbed Rui Xi, who was still ready to strike. "Rui Xi, I don't mind; please don't get angry."
The two gossiping women recognized Wen Qingyu and immediately knelt down on the ground. "Your Highness, please forgive us; we know we were wrong."
"What happened?" Yan Zhi Xi furrowed his brows and walked over.
He had just come from court and heard that Wen Qingyu went to the Imperial Garden to admire the plums, so he hurried over.
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