Аftеr rеturning from the genеrаl's tomb, Feng Yuе acсidеntаllу саught a cоld. It wasn't a serious illness, but it terrifiеd Нis Mаjestу thе Еmрerоr, whо wаs usuаllу so сomposеd.
Yin Gеzhi's eхpression wаs grim. He stаred so hаrd thаt Lingshu sсurriеd bеhind Fеng Yuе, saying аggriеvedlу, "Тhis sеrvant wаs alrеаdy verу сarеful!"
"It was my own fаult for not being саrеful." Feng Yuе smiled at him plасаtingly. "I'll bе finе аftеr sоmе mediсinе."
"Somе mediсine?" Yin Gezhi snеerеd. Не reасhеd оut, lifted Lingshu up, and tоssed her out to Guan Zhi. Тhen he turned bаck, his faсe full оf disрleаsure. "You think getting sick is as simple as just taking some medicine?"
What else? Feng Yue shrank her shoulders. "Then what else should Your Concubine do?"
Striding back to her, Yin Gezhi said, "More words are useless. Come and try it."
Try what? Feng Yue was completely bewildered, not having reacted yet. The lips of the man before her suddenly pressed down.
"Your... Your Majesty!" Startled, Feng Yue hurriedly pushed him away. "Your Concubine is sick!"
"I know." With a furious look, Yin Gezhi said, "It is precisely because I know that I'm making you feel the same. Have a taste of what it's like when the person you love is sick!"
With that, he seized her hands and pushed her onto the bed.
For a moment, Feng Yue didn't react, because he was so brazenly self-righteous and the reason he gave sounded so convincing. So even when he bit open the collar of her robes, she didn't struggle.
But when she finally realized something was amiss, she blinked. She opened her mouth and bit the neck of the man on top of her, her tongue darting out as she said coquettishly, "Your Majesty, if you wish to favor Your Concubine, there's no need to find such excuses."
Her waist, which had recovered remarkably quickly, coiled around him like a snake. Yin Gezhi drew in a sharp breath, the look in his eyes suddenly deepening as he subconsciously chided, "You vixen!"
Giggling, Feng Yue's eyes sparkled. She turned the tables, flipping over to press him beneath her. Freeing her hands, she began to undo his sash. "Your Majesty is willing to disregard his own health to fall ill with Your Concubine. Your Concubine is deeply moved and has no choice but to grant Your Majesty's wish."
Her soft hands slid down his lapels, opening his robes. Yin Gezhi lay there, gazing at the charm in the corners of her eyes, and was suddenly reminded of their time at the Dream Return Pavilion.
A stunning glimpse, an accidental fall into his arms. From the very beginning, this woman had left a unique mark on his heart. That was why later, when she was courting death, he had found ways to keep her alive. When she seduced and tempted him, he let her do as she pleased. Although he had never thought they could have a future together, it was clear that back then, he had been bewitched by her.
On the surface, he was a proper man, but in his heart, he had no liking for prim and proper ladies. He much preferred her type—worldly and bewitching.
In this game of chess, she had won half the battle from the very start.
The caresses were stimulating to the bone. His Majesty the Emperor, who had been abstinent for a long time, could not withstand such a provocation at all. He was about to flip over and bring this vixen to justice right then and there!
However, the cry of a baby rang out from outside at a most inopportune moment. Lingshu rushed over, knocking on the door. "My Lady, my Lady, the little prince has woken up crying, and the wet nurse can't soothe him no matter what!"
Feng Yue was startled and subconsciously moved to pull her clothes together and get up. However, the man on top of her was not about to let her go. He pressed down on her, his face dark as he said, "If you leave now, I'll cry too, and no one will be able to soothe me."
"..." At a loss for whether to laugh or cry, Feng Yue gave him a light slap. "Are you competing with a child for affection? You are a dignified emperor!"
"An emperor is the one who needs affection the most." Pinching her waist and pulling her down, Yin Gezhi's lips curved. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "It's lonely at the top. He's still in his swaddling clothes and is plenty warm. You should take more care of me."
Where did that logic come from? And why did it sound so convincing?! Feng Yue laughed and shook her head. "Then you must remember to compensate our imperial son afterward. Nothing else is needed, just give him a new name, how about it?"
That name the old court officials had chosen, Yin Wenjing, was simply awful.
"Alright." His body sank down, pressing tightly against hers. Yin Gezhi agreed, then turned his head and called to Lingshu, who was still knocking outside, "You go and count."
Outside, Lingshu froze, completely baffled. "Count what?"
"Count how many times the little prince cries this time," he said with a straight face. "A pause longer than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn counts as one session. See how many times he cries tonight, and how many cries each time. Record it properly."
Feng Yue narrowed her eyes. "Your Majesty?"
"The men of my Yin family should all learn to choose their own names." He turned back to look at her deeply. "It just so happens that the library recently compiled a new character catalog. There are five thousand characters in total, arranged by stroke count. Let him decide for himself."
Dumbfounded, Feng Yue wanted to protest, but he had no intention of listening further. With a pull of the curtain, he rolled with her into the depths of the bed.
The little prince's cries echoed throughout the palace. Guan Zhi and Lingshu stayed up all night, squatting beside the little prince and counting intermittently, "Thirty-eight, thirty-nine..."
And so, the next day, the little prince's brand-new name was born—Yin Yang Gui Qi.
The corner of Feng Yue's mouth twitched violently. She shook her head. "Your Concubine suddenly feels the original name was quite good!"
"It's too late," Yin Gezhi said expressionlessly. "If you want a different name, then have another one, and let him cry all over again."
Feng Yue: "..."
How did she end up finding such a father for her son? What a sin!
When Yin Yang Gui Qi was almost a year old, he fell gravely ill due to his premature birth. Yin Gezhi did not stay in the palace with Feng Yue, but instead took her out.
"Didn't you say we were going to pray for Qi'er's fortune?" Feng Yue was extremely anxious. "Where are you going?"
"We are indeed going to pray for his fortune. I've already made the arrangements," Yin Gezhi said. "Just follow me and see."
"You can't fool me! This isn't the way to Mount Longtai at all!"
He reached out and gently held her hand, sighing. "You are always so impatient."
The carriage headed towards the bustling Xueyue Street. The place that was once hung all over with red lanterns now looked completely different.
"Is this... the Dream Return Pavilion?" Feng Yue's eyes widened as she looked at the place outside.
"It is the Dream Return Academy." He lifted the curtain to look out at the white-walled, green-tiled building with her. "I bought your Dream Return Pavilion in the Wu Kingdom long ago. I timed it so that it would be completed at the same time as the academy here. All your girls have gone on to live proper lives. This place is excellent for teaching and nurturing people."
Heaven knew how much resistance he had faced when he decided to do this. After all, the common people regarded academies as the most noble of places and brothels as the most debased. For him to insist on building an academy on the site of a brothel was enough to make the old scholars jump in fury.
However, he had still done it. There was no need to tell her about the struggles behind the scenes; she only needed to see the result.
"These are the best possible prayers for Qi'er's fortune."
Feng Yue stared in a daze, then gave him a strange look.
"No need to be so moved." Meeting her gaze, Yin Gezhi raised an eyebrow. "It was just a whim of mine."
A whim? Feng Yue chuckled, leaning against the carriage wall and murmuring, "His Majesty truly did search for me devotedly for three years."
Hm? Not understanding why she had suddenly said that, Yin Gezhi looked completely puzzled. But Feng Yue was smiling happily. She grabbed his lapel, pulled him over, and gave him a kiss.
A long time ago, she had grumbled to herself that the number of women Yin Gezhi had slept with three years prior could form a second Dream Return Pavilion. How could she expect him to search devotedly for anyone for three years? She might as well expect the Dream Return Pavilion to one day become a school.
For a place like the Dream Return Pavilion to become a school was an impossible thing. But this man had actually done it, striking a clear, crisp note right in her heart.
The man in question was blissfully unaware of what an incredible thing he had done. But she pulled him down to roll around in the carriage, licking her lips with a soul-snatching smile. "Your Majesty, want to play? Ten taels of silver for a night. Seeing as you're so handsome, I'll give you a twenty percent discount."
(End of Main Story)
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