A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace

Chapter 520 You silly woman

You foolish woman, only now do you realize how well Zhen treats you? Why is Zhen ignored every time Zhen visits, when Zhen treats you so well? After Little Bun was born, Zhen’s status became lower than even those two cats...Zhao Junyao’s heart was truly filled with bitter resentment.

That wasn’t even the most frustrating part. The most frustrating part was that he had to feign magnanimity despite the resentment in his heart. After all, he was the ruler of a nation. How could he be jealous of his son? How could he be jealous of cats? To speak of such things would be to make a laughingstock of himself. So, he could only bottle it up inside!

In truth, this vexation had plagued him since his son’s birth. In his heart, it snowballed, growing larger and larger. It all compounded, leaving him utterly miserable!

Of course, Xia Ruqing didn’t understand any of this. However, she vaguely sensed that Zhao Junyao seemed a bit off.

"Emperor, what’s wrong?"

Zhao Junyao stated flatly, "It’s nothing!"

But inside, he was incessantly shouting, Guess! If you guess right, I’ll tell you!

Xia Ruqing, however, was rather oblivious. Believing it was truly nothing, she continued to eat.

Zhao Junyao felt another surge of frustration lodge in his chest, unable to be vented. The feeling was agonizing!

Qingqing, when will you ever value me as other women value their men!

That night, he began to act childishly, sulking.

After bathing and changing, just as Xia Ruqing lay down on the bed, he pressed his body down on top of her.

She cried out in surprise, feeling a sharp pain in her stomach from his weight, and her eyes instantly welled with tears. "Emperor..."

Zhao Junyao, however, paid her no mind. With a sweep of his large hand, he pulled down the bed curtains and, without waiting for her to prepare, entered her forcefully.

"AH..."

Unprepared, she felt a tearing pain, utterly unbearable! Her eyes brimmed with more tears. Her complexion turned slightly pale, her lips pressed firmly together. Her small hands clutched the bedsheet tightly. Her mind went blank; she thought of nothing.

After a moment, Zhao Junyao still showed no sign of cherishing her. The gentle words and considerate tenderness of the past had vanished without a trace. All that remained was his expressionless face and rough handling.

Pain. There was no pleasure, only pain. A piercing pain, like a relentless rising tide, swept over her wave after wave, gradually engulfing her.

Finally, she could bear it no longer. The tears that had been welling in her eyes began to fall in large drops. Unfortunately, the room was dark, and Zhao Junyao couldn’t see anything.

The intense pleasure fueled him like a soldier charging into battle. He became more and more vigorous, his movements grew increasingly fierce, and the pleasure within him surged.

There was only one thought in his mind. Qingqing is mine, mine alone! No one can take her away! In her heart, I must be number one! No one else can have that place, not even our son! Everyone else has to fall in line behind me!

He didn’t know what love was. But at this moment, his jealousy, his pleasure, his relentless, consuming passion—they all intertwined, causing him to gradually lose control!

This woman was his, and forever could only belong to him alone! This possessiveness was maddening!

"Qingqing..."

"Qingqing..."

His fiery lips covered her slightly cold ones. He kissed her desperately, caressed her, thrusting with all his might, repeatedly calling her name.

Xia Ruqing was not at all inflamed by his passion. On the contrary, a chill permeated her body, and she curled into a ball.

Pain! A heart-wrenching pain, as if her body were being torn in two. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably; her heart, hands, and feet grew progressively colder.

She did not, as in days past, passionately respond to him. Instead, she curled into a ball, trembling slightly. Her body grew increasingly rigid. Eyes closed and teeth clenched, she endured his tempestuous assault.

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Zhao Junyao’s voice was hoarse as he growled her name, "Qingqing!"

Reaching the peak of extreme pleasure, he finally stopped. But Xia Ruqing was already covered in tears, her body chilled to the bone.

Zhao Junyao did not move, holding her quietly. She also did not move, nor did she offer any response.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly grew quiet. Zhao Junyao gently caressed her body, his touch careful, as if handling the most precious jewel. He changed positions, wanting to kiss her as usual. However, as soon as his lips neared her face, they met her ice-cold, damp cheeks.

She... she’s crying?

Zhao Junyao’s heart clenched violently, as if struck by a heavy fist—a dull, throbbing ache! The memory of his irrationality, impulsiveness, and roughness from moments before flooded his mind. His hand started to tremble. He clumsily pulled up the corner of the quilt, his movements frantic as he wiped away her tears, like a young boy who had done wrong for the first time, desperately trying to destroy the evidence.

"Qingqing, I..." He managed only those two words before trailing off, unable to continue.

Xia Ruqing’s heart ached terribly! She suddenly felt a wave of despair. She had served him for so long, even borne his child. Though merely a concubine, she still deserved some measure of dignity. She had never imagined that she would ultimately be subjected to his brutal, contemptuous treatment.

In his heart, I am nothing, am I? I was so naive before, always thinking that if I just tried to adapt, to strive, things would turn out well. Turns out, it was all a lie! To hell with these ancient times! I’d rather be beheaded; maybe I could even return to the modern era! Little Bun is a Prince; no one will mistreat him. As for me... it seems this was never meant to be.

With that thought, Xia Ruqing gritted her teeth and, using every ounce of strength she possessed from birth, kicked out at Zhao Junyao.

Even if I can’t kick him clean off the bed, surely I can kick him off me!

Yet, who could have known? With one kick, Zhao Junyao actually rolled off the bed. He had been holding her with one hand and propping himself up with the other, his balance already precarious. He was also lost in vexation, regret, and self-blame, completely distracted. Thus, he was caught utterly off guard.

When Zhao Junyao landed on the floor in an awkward position, he was completely stunned. A moment later, disbelief spread across his eyes, followed by... fury!

He shot to his feet, his eyes glinting with a frosty light. "Impudence!"

Xia Ruqing was a bit stunned herself. Damn it, I’m really done for this time.

Yet, remembering his recent assault, she felt a surge of righteous indignation. Buoyed by a courage that seemed to defy the heavens, she feigned composure and said, "This concubine deserves death!" Her voice was thick with a nasal tone, and her attitude was rigid.

Zhao Junyao stared at her, his heart aching with disbelief. Finally, with a furious flick of his sleeves, he stormed out.

Xia Ruqing was stunned again, her heart sinking as she became even more certain: she was finished. And so, driven by a surge of resentment, she recklessly added, "Farewell, Your Majesty!"

Her voice was not loud, but Zhao Junyao heard it clearly. His strides grew larger as he exited the main hall, heading straight for the doors and departing swiftly.

Li Shengan had been resting in a small side room nearby. Hearing the commotion outside, he quickly got up and came out to investigate.