I am born a beauty, and I am supreme

Chapter 32

The emperor was slightly taken aback, and before he could react, Consort Xu leaned in from the side, boldly taking his hand that was hanging at his waist, and whispered sweetly in his ear: "Your Majesty... the spring night is too short, Your Majesty should rest early..."

Tang Shaoxuan looked down and saw a beautiful woman nestled against his chest, her delicate appearance truly endearing.

Her soft little hand held his own, and a warmth quietly seeped into his body through her palm.

A gentle embrace, the allure of a beautiful woman—no normal man could resist being captivated in an instant.

Tang Shaoxuan's heart skipped a beat.

Consort Xu moved her delicate body slightly, leaning into the emperor's arms as if she were frail and weak.

Her slender fingers gently caressed the emperor's chest, a gesture that was both yearning and provocation.

She raised a phoenix eyebrow, her watery gaze fixed on the emperor before her.

The man before me: his bright and beautiful appearance, his commanding presence, and the expression that wavered between restraint and indulgence—all of these were captivating.

This is the ruler of Shundu, the only one in the harem, the emperor for whom countless women would give anything for just one glance.

To be able to snuggle up to him for a moment and receive his love is a blessing earned through three lifetimes of good deeds.

Xu Meiren was mesmerized, gazing up at the slightly furrowed brows of the person before her.

I really wanted to be bold and reach out to smooth out the beautiful wrinkles on his eyebrows.

The only plan now is to use every trick in the book to keep him here, that's all.

Consort Xu reached out and stroked the gold-embroidered collar, gently biting her cherry lips with her silver teeth: "Your Majesty..."

Tang Shaoxuan lowered his eyes, his gaze filled with a captivating bewilderment.

With a slight smile, the man, whom everyone desired but could never get close to, reached out and slowly removed Xu Meiren's hand from her chest.

This action is a form of rejection, isn't it?

At the same time, it wasn't just the beauty's heart that cooled down.

The accompanying eunuch had no choice but to lower his head and take a step back.

Tang Shaoxuan stepped forward and called out towards the door, "Leyan?"

"Yes!" came the loud reply.

Tang Shaoxuan's smile deepened: "It's already late at night, what brings you back to the palace?"

"Your Majesty ordered me to protect the Grand Secretary, and I have now returned to report."

"Is that all?" He moved forward again, almost reaching the palace gate.

Xu Meiren gritted her teeth, finally unable to contain her rosy cheeks, and stomped her foot angrily.

The accompanying eunuch kept shaking his head, but finally stepped forward and followed.

“That’s all,” the man replied in a deep voice from outside the palace gates.

Tang Shaoxuan walked to the door. The night outside was deep, and the lanterns at the palace gate swayed in the wind. His eyes, however, were fixed on the person standing in the corridor by the door.

He stood there alone, bowing respectfully, but his underlying arrogance was undeniable.

The scene was indistinct and strange, and a peculiar feeling arose in the emperor's heart.

"Leyan," she called softly.

The man agreed and raised his head without any hesitation.

A pair of dark, bright eyes stared at the emperor's face.

He seemed to suffocate from watching it.

The emperor gazed at the small face so close to his own, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "From now on, there's no need to come to the palace specifically to report on such trivial matters, understand?"

"Your subject understands," he replied obediently, but his face revealed a mixture of curiosity and resentment.

The emperor seemed about to turn around, but stopped when he saw this, raising an eyebrow and asking, "What, do you have something else to say?"

“Your Majesty…” Le Yan said angrily, glancing at him sideways.

The emperor almost couldn't help but laugh, recalling the last time he had so confidently said that the world was full of crises and the emperor should not have any messy desires. He wondered if there was any new reason this time.

He felt a sense of anticipation.

The desires that had once arisen had long since vanished, and what remained was the urge to torment him.

Le Yan frowned, trying to come up with an excuse.

The eunuch accompanying the emperor stepped forward and spoke with righteous indignation: "His Majesty already knows, why don't you leave immediately?"

Le Yan pouted: "Your Majesty!"

Tang Shaoxuan remained noncommittal, letting out a low "Hmm?"

A quick glance at him revealed his expression to be...quite amusing.

Le Yan's eyes darted around: "Actually, I have something else to say to Your Majesty. I wonder if Your Majesty would allow us to speak privately..."

Tang Shaoxuan hesitated.

When the accompanying eunuch saw that he was not leaving and even tried to abduct the emperor, he almost kicked him.

Consort Xu walked gracefully over from behind and nestled beside the emperor: "Your Majesty..." Her voice carried a hint of grievance at being neglected, but more so a cautious and coquettish tone.

Tang Leyan looked up and exclaimed: Wow, what a beautiful woman with a plump and lustrous figure!

With a slender waist, high breasts, a round face, and watery eyes, she possessed an innate, boneless grace. Leaning against the emperor, she seemed determined to cling to him forever, never to leave.

This couple, the man is handsome and dashing, the woman is breathtaking, they really are a perfect match... Hmph.

My heart is filled with a deep, agonizing hatred for this beautiful scene.

Tang Shaoxuan smiled as he watched his expression change.

It was clearly his decision; if he was told to leave, he would leave; if he was told to stay, he would stay.

However, at this moment, the emperor did not want things to end like this; instead, he harbored a mentality of sitting on the sidelines and watching the tiger leap.

Leyan, Leyan, what exactly do you want to do?

It's like suddenly starting to play a game again after a long time...

During the standoff, Tang Leyan suddenly felt dizzy.

Oh no... if we delay any longer...

Hmph, since that's the case, I'll have to use my trump card.

She frowned, bent her fingers in preparation, and with a flick of her wrist, she could silently unleash a burst of internal energy to bring down the disobedient emperor without anyone noticing.

However, at that moment, a faint voice slowly came from the darkness behind him: "Whatever the matter is, we can talk about it tomorrow. Your Majesty, I have come to take Guard Yue away."

When this sound rang out:

The emperor clearly saw that the face of the imperial bodyguard with a sword changed color.

The accompanying eunuch and Consort Xu exchanged smiles, but hardly gave each other a high five to celebrate.

Chapter Forty-One Forced Embrace

Tang Leyan wanted to cry.

Why would Chu Gexing come to the palace at this time?

Shouldn't he be leading his nine men to clear out illegal vendors on the streets or crack down on spoiled brats harassing respectable women, while also keeping an eye on the Mingzhou envoy to prevent them from starving and chewing up the inn's buildings?

Surely this guy didn't follow me here, did he?

Tang Leyan turned around with a bitter smile.

A peacock blue figure slowly emerged from the darkness. The stunningly beautiful woman, with a serene and detached air, bowed slightly to the emperor and calmly said, "Greetings, Your Majesty. Your subject will take the guards away."

The posture was exceptionally beautiful.

But listen to what you're saying. Is Guard Yue your family's... you know?

Tang Leyan was furious, but she still understood the principle that a higher-ranking official could crush a lower one.

He kept repeating in his heart: I'll endure it, I'll endure it, I'll endure it.

The emperor raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "In that case, I'll have to trouble you, my dear minister." There seemed to be a hint of regret on his face.

"It is what I should do, Your Majesty. Please rest well." The man said politely, nodded, and then took Tang Leyan's arm.

She looked at the man helplessly and said, "No need for you to be so hospitable, sir. I will go by myself."

"I fear the flowers might fall asleep late at night, and I might accidentally fall and hurt my face."

He continued speaking calmly and slowly, without a trace of jest or mockery on his face.

The most terrifying thing in the world is that someone can tell an extremely ridiculous joke as if nothing is wrong.

Tang Leyan was in a terrible headache, but even in her desperation, she still managed to turn back to look at the emperor.

The emperor stood at the entrance of Tinglan Palace. In the bright lights, he seemed almost like a dream. His eyebrows were slanted upwards, his eyes were bright, and his figure was heroic and extraordinary. How could such a radiant and beautiful man not be real?

Tang Leyan's heart stirred: From this perspective, she really is incredibly beautiful.

Her otherworldly elegance even outshone the beautiful Xu beside him.

But... why is his appearance slowly becoming so ethereal?

She tried to open her eyes wide, but they felt increasingly blurry. Tang Leyan unconsciously reached out and wiped her eyes, only to realize with horror that drowsiness was creeping in.

"What? Are you going to sleep?" the person next to me asked with great concern.

She instinctively tried to pull her hand out of his, and yawned as she did so.

But he held on tightly and wouldn't let go.

"Lord Chu, please let go." She had no choice but to fight off her drowsy state and patiently call out.

"Are you sure you want me to let go?" he asked.

"I'm 100% sure." Her legs were weak.

"Let's see how long you can keep up your stubbornness," he sneered.

"I said do you need to..." Before she could finish her sentence, she let out another big yawn, and finally couldn't hold back any longer; tears streamed down her face.

"Ha..." A very faint laugh came from beside my ear.