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Coughing slightly, I felt a bit embarrassed and said with a flushed face, "Your Majesty, there's no need to bring up something so well-known."
"The Imperial Son should consider marrying Xiaoyue and Chai Xu. I've been thinking about finding a suitable husband for Xiaoyue," she began to speak enthusiastically about Chai Xu. "He is wealthy, talented, and handsome, perfectly matching the ideals you've had for a husband since childhood."
Murong Cang leaned against the bed, casting a discreet glance at me as he said, "A few days ago, I already arranged a marriage for Chai Xu. Even if Xiaoyue doesn't mind being a secondary wife, Chai Xu wouldn't agree. He has fallen deeply in love with his new bride."
I curled my lip dismissively and replied, "Who says I wouldn't mind being a secondary wife? Even if I were to marry the Emperor in the future, I'd still be the primary one."
I swear, there was nothing particularly special about that statement.
It was just like saying, "Even if I become an immortal in the future, I'll still come down to the mortal realm often," or "Even if I lack martial skills in the future, I'll still help others." It was merely a catchphrase I, Zou Xiaoyue, often used.
However, it seemed that both the Emperor and the Empress Dowager misunderstood my meaning.
The Empress Dowager covered her mouth and chuckled mischievously. "It seems I've missed out on all sorts of exciting stories between the Imperial Son and Xiaoyue!"
Then, to my astonishment, she actually left.
Yes, she walked away just when I felt most embarrassed, callously abandoning her old friend!
Murong Cang waved me over. Confused, I approached and asked, "What is it—" Unexpectedly, he grabbed my head and without further ado pressed his lips heavily against mine.
To be honest, he had just taken some medicine, and the taste in his mouth was really unpleasant, a bitter flavor lingering there.
I instinctively struggled, but the more I fought, the tighter he held me, kissing me to the point where I could hardly breathe, almost suffocating.
Why is it so easy to feel breathless from a kiss? I could hold my breath underwater for so long without feeling this way.
At that moment, it felt as if I had been struck by lightning; my mind went blank, and I was completely dazed, even forgetting to breathe.
Finally, he released me, and the first thing he said was, "See? My lips are actually quite soft."
"…"
I was left speechless, my face flushed with embarrassment.
He pretended to understand me and continued, "I know that you people from the Jianghu have strong principles. How about this: I will make you the Empress, and I will send those four consorts out of the palace. From now on, you will be the only one in the harem."
I found it incredibly strange to discuss this matter in such a way.
I didn't even have time to feign shyness; I could only muster the courage to say, "If I'm the only one in the harem, what’s the point of being Empress? Besides, those four consorts were chosen by me; I think they’re all so ugly that they pose no threat at all."
He responded with silence.
The coronation ceremony was scheduled for an auspicious day.
Because the appearance of the New Queen was strikingly similar to that of a certain palace maid who had once committed suicide by jumping into a well, rumors quickly spread throughout the palace, proclaiming tales like "The Emperor's deep affection for his old flame."
While I played the role of the Empress, I also had to maintain the facade of the Empress Dowager during her days. Therefore, Murong Cang dared not provoke me easily; he knew I would seize any opportunity during my impersonation of the Dowager to take revenge.
Occasionally, I would suggest that Murong Cang take in a few concubines to highlight my uniqueness.
As for the servant who pushed me into the water, I must admit it was a consequence of my own actions.
His brother had been executed by Murong Cang due to rumors surrounding the "Empress and Eunuch Affair," and he harbored resentment, constantly plotting my demise.
Since I was the root cause of this incident, Murong Cang showed me no sympathy. Even after many years, he still occasionally teased and taunted me about it.
Hmph, provoking me has serious consequences. Who am I? I am Lady of a Thousand Faces.
Thus, I often disguised myself as various women and frolicked with Murong Cang in the imperial garden.
Once indifferent to women, Murong Cang was henceforth labeled with the title "Lustful of Beauty."
The palace truly is a place where rumors easily flourish...
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