The Cannon Fodder in Quick Transmigration Refuses the Usual Path

Chapter 599: The Arrogant Noble Consort Who Failed in the Succession Struggle (11)

While rumors were swirling wildly outside the palace.

Within the imperial palace.

Contrary to everyone's expectations. He had clearly been one foot in the grave, yet autumn had passed, and although His Majesty looked somewhat frail, he had already managed to attend the morning court sessions every single day without fail.

Truly... impressive!

Was this the legendary power of true love? Ah, this, comparable to a life-saving divine medicine?

Below the throne, the assembled ministers exchanged glances, and moments later, their lips twitched in unison.

However, what was even more unexpected was that as another winter passed, to the astonishment of the palace consorts and officials, the Emperor's health not only didn't continue to deteriorate but instead grew more robust day by day.

Everyone: "!!!"

The Crown Prince: "..."

Ah, love~For a time, all sorts of poems and even operas flourished among the common folk. Even the children running around the roadside taverns knew that the Emperor deeply loved the Imperial Noble Consort, loved her so much he couldn't rest easy even in death. At the very last moment, seeing his beloved consort being bullied, he was so enraged he forced himself back to life.

And was living even better.

Yes, wasn't he indeed getting better and better? Look, in such a short time, less than half a year, this man was already well-fed, warm, and thinking of lustful desires.

As night fell, inside the main hall of Luan Yi Palace, the scent of roses that An Ning had recently grown most fond of was lit early.

Especially after bathing, the entire gauze canopy and bedding were filled with the rich fragrance of flowers and fruit. Within the faintly lingering moisture, there was a certain scorching heat.

Clad in a water-moon colored, misty-thin gauze robe, her long hair cascading like a waterfall, under the faint yellow glow of the palace lanterns, her entire person seemed coated in a layer of lustrous pearlescence.

Or rather, from the moment she stepped out of the bathing chamber, on the bed, a certain someone's gaze hadn't left her body for a second.

What a pity.

*Smack!* She slapped down the groping hand that was slowly creeping up. Taking advantage that the lanterns weren't yet extinguished, and ignoring how disheveled and loose her collar was, An Ning turned on her side, glaring at him with quite some annoyance:

"Your Majesty, with this health of yours, you should rest earlier!"

Finally, her glass-like eyes didn't forget to give him a thorough once-over from head to toe. An Ning then pulled the quilt over herself again.

Casually playing with the long hair in her hand, she clearly showed little interest in the matter.

Emperor Xuanming: "..."

His Yue'er's consideration came quickly, but vanished just as fast.

But right now, his gaze lingered over her slightly flushed cheeks, her misty, damp eyes and brows, and the crimson bead of her lip...

Within the silent gauze canopy, lying on his side, Xiao Qi couldn't help but take a deep, ragged breath.

Oh, it was still fragrant.

Who could resist this!

Also, was Yue'er underestimating him?

"Ahem... Yue'er, I have already asked the imperial physician. Moderate activity is actually fine. On the contrary..."

In the darkness, his voice still carried a hint of hoarseness.

As he spoke, he had already eagerly covered her again, a pair of large hands with thin calluses moving from bottom to top, their motions gentle yet urgent.

Really?

At some unknown time, the palace lantern standing outside the gauze canopy had long been extinguished.

By the moonlight flowing in from outside the canopy, in the hazy dimness, An Ning first looked at him with suspicion, but soon, she was overwhelmed by surging waves of heat.

Over half a year had passed, and both were experienced. Before long, faint, fragmented sounds soon came from within the gauze canopy.

Just ask, was the original owner the type to be considerate of others?

The answer was naturally impossible!

She had always done whatever felt comfortable. Being able to remember these concerns earlier was only because she had been frightened badly before.

Even when her passions were roused, An Ning flipped over, the water-red thin gauze soon covering the man's eyes.

Now, that certain someone's face genuinely paled a bit.

The kind you could still see clearly even through a layer of light, sheer gauze.

Of course, having waited eagerly for over half a year, right now, that certain someone also felt quite beautiful.

It's just...

Now holding her, looking at the flushed redness at the corners of her eyes, smelling the lingering fragrance filling the bedchamber, Xiao Qi still felt somewhat unwilling.

An Ning felt the same.

Afterwards, her cascading hair disheveled, she leaned lazily against the head of the bed. While catching her breath, An Ning didn't forget to pull out her leg and give a not-so-light kick to the other's calf.

Soon, a woman's spoiled, petulant hum came from the bed:

"In the future, you are not allowed to disregard your health, nor are you allowed to look at any other beauties! Otherwise..."

Following along the other's calf, An Ning's toes traveled upward, continuously pressing lightly, until she heard the clearly suppressed gasp from the person beside her and his hurried, agreeing nods. Only then did she let out a cold snort from her nose.

Beside her, Xiao Qi heaved a deep sigh of relief.

Indeed, Yue'er was just slightly ignorant and inexperienced in matters of passion before.

Pulling her closer into his embrace, stimulated in turns, Emperor Xuanming couldn't help but think delightedly.

Although he knew perfectly well that the person in his arms right now might not necessarily be acting out of jealousy, such straightforward, domineering possessiveness and threats... Xiao Qi only felt a continuous, indescribable thrill coursing through him from head to toe. Even since a moment ago, something that had grown quiet showed signs of reviving.

Cursing his troublesome body inwardly, knowing that if he indulged further, he might genuinely not be able to get up tomorrow, Emperor Xuanming had no choice but to reluctantly suppress certain urges for now, only holding the person in his arms even tighter.

Finally, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh:

"My heart's desire, who in the world doesn't know of it now? Where would there be room for anyone else?"

"Just you alone, Yue'er, nearly cost me my life!"

In every sense of the word...