The Stunning Prime Minister

Chapter 55

She lay down on Yu Zhou again, her expression softening as she gently stroked his chest, along his collarbone. Yu Qingqing smiled softly, "Brother's skin is so good, so smooth, so tender. Even I'm jealous." Yu Qingqing continued, "Like brocade, no, smoother than brocade, no wonder even ink doesn't get on your skin."

Slowly approaching Yu Zhou, Yu Qingqing closed her eyes and smelled Yu Zhou's long hair. Yu Zhou had never applied anything, yet the fragrance seemed to linger for a long time.

"Brother, you smell so good, even better than a woman. Sometimes I really wonder if you're a woman at all." Yu Qingqing opened her eyes with a seductive smile. One hand tore open Yu Zhou's outer garment.

"The Emperor has arrived!" a high-pitched, raspy voice suddenly rang out. Yu Zhou had never thought this raspy voice was so pleasant. Yu Qingqing was clearly flustered. She looked at Yu Zhou uneasily, her hands beginning to tremble.

But she suddenly smiled, messed up her hair, tore her clothes to shreds, and said to Yu Zhou, "Who do you think he'll believe?"

She turned Yu Zhou over and lay beneath him, her previous seductive smile turning into tears, murmuring repeatedly, "No, brother, please." She then pressed Yu Zhou's hand tightly against her breasts.

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[Dynasty Storm: Plunder]

"Yu Qingqing, are you really going to ruin yourself like this?" Yu Zhou's clear eyes flashed with pain. Why should such a beautiful woman be blinded by hatred?

Yu Qingqing smiled sadly, "Brother, I had no way out three years ago." Three years ago, she was no longer herself. For him, she had rebelled against her own destiny, but now…

"What's going on!" Shen Wuyue's furious voice came from above, and Yu Zhou's heart suddenly shattered. Before Shen Wuyue's eyes was a woman with disheveled hair, her eyes filled with tears, looking pitiful and touching. There was also a man lying on top of the woman, his hand pressing against her breast.

It was the burning desire of jealousy; she snorted coldly at Yu Zhou, and Shen Wuyue was now almost insane.

Ji Yuran hurriedly knelt down, her cruel smile turning into one of extreme terror as she said, "Prime Minister Yu has gone mad; he's trying to rape Consort Yu."

Shen Wuyue's face showed some injuries, but his handsome face was filled with rage. He did not believe that the person lying on top of Yu Qingqing was Yu Zhou.

Yu Qingqing cried even harder, twisting and turning, pushing Yu Zhou away and cowering in fear. Her eyes widened in terror as she looked at Shen Wuyue, tears welling in her eyes, a captivating and alluring sight. But her disheveled hair betrayed no sign of humiliation. Yu Qingqing covered her face in shame and wept. After being pushed away, the effects of the muscle-relaxing drug on Yu Zhou gradually wore off. He was able to stand up...

Yu Zhou stumbled and leaned against the rocks of the artificial hill. He was somewhat surprised to see Shen Wuyue's heartbroken and desperate expression.

"Your Majesty, my brother..." She started sobbing again, looking at Shen Wuyue with a pitiful expression. Shen Wuyue helped Yu Qingqing up and said to Ji Yuran, "Help Consort Yu to the Imperial Hospital."

“But…” Yu Qingqing wanted to say something, but Shen Wuyue’s sharp gaze forced her back down.

Shen Wuyue dismissed everyone and stood in the courtyard, a chilly autumn wind blowing. Her robes fluttered, revealing a bright yellow python robe and a dazzling purple-gold crown.

"Is there any explanation?" Shen Wuyue knew he was innocent, but... even an emperor has his limitations. Yu Zhou, please don't blame me. Shen Wuyue spoke dryly.

Yu Zhou closed his eyes and said indifferently, "I have nothing to say." Explaining such things would only be detrimental to him, so Yu Zhou chose silence.

With a furious rage on his handsome face, Shen Wuyue looked at Yu Zhou, whose hair was disheveled. He forcefully forced Yu Zhou against the artificial hill, wrapped his arms around Yu Zhou's waist, and a faint fragrance wafted over.

"Don't pretend to be so detached from worldly affairs. I hate this side of you." He stared fiercely at Yu Zhou. If he said just one word, just one word, he would believe him. But even his explanations were so weak. He hated this kind of person so much, yet this was the person he loved most.

"I am at Your Majesty's disposal." Yu Zhou remained calm and composed, his eyes showing no emotion.

"Very well, very well indeed, I will grant your wish. I hereby decree that you, Yu Xuanyuan, are forbidden from entering the bridal chamber, forbidden from having children, forbidden from having love. I will only love you, this man." He declared domineeringly.

Terrification finally appeared in Yu Zhou's eyes; he hadn't expected Shen Wuyue to say such a thing. But before Yu Zhou could react, Shen Wuyue leaned down and kissed Yu Zhou's still slightly swollen lips.

What began as gentle kisses escalated into a plunder, a relentless assault on Yu Zhou's mouth, churning and swirling within her lips. A sweet fragrance filled Shen Wuyue's mouth, and Shen Wuyue kissed her even more frantically. Yu Zhou tried to struggle free from Shen Wuyue's grasp, but his limbs were weak, and he could only use his hands to hold her down.

Kannazuki's eyes began to glaze over. One hand restlessly roamed around Yuzhou's waist, slowly trying to undo his belt. Desire and passion surged forth, and she began kissing him frantically. Lust had completely taken control of Kannazuki.

[Dynasty Storm: Shy]

With a 'smack,' Yu Zhou swung his hand with all his might at Shen Wuyue, leaving five distinct, blood-red handprints on her face. All lust from before was gone. Shen Wuyue's furious eyes were fixed on Yu Zhou.

Yu Zhou had no strength left and could only lean against the rocks of the artificial hill. Panting heavily, he bit his lip and took the hairpin that held his hair in place, pressing it against his slender neck.

Shen Wuyue was startled, but said calmly, "What do you mean by this, Minister Yu?" His hands were behind his back; even though the pain in his cheek was still slight, he couldn't care less. Now, he needed to know what Yu Zhou wanted to do.

"Yu Zhou doesn't want to do anything, he just wants His Majesty to know that he is a man with self-respect and dignity." He looked at Shen Wuyue with a firm gaze. He paused and continued, "Although Yu Zhou holds the position of Prime Minister, I am apprehensive. I am not a saint, and I have my own selfish motives. I know Your Majesty is also somewhat helpless, but I have my principles. I am a subject, and Your Majesty is Your Majesty. I will never forget that Your Majesty is my Your Majesty. But I also advise Your Majesty that you are Your Majesty, and even if you love, it should only be universal love, not confined to personal affection. I have always believed that Your Majesty is a good emperor, and a good emperor must have great ambitions. This is all I can do for Your Majesty. If Your Majesty still harbors even the slightest delusion, I do not wish to be a sinner of Gengyue Kingdom. Then let me prove my innocence with my death!" Yu Zhou spoke resolutely, leaving Shen Wuyue no room to speak. In terms of both reason and emotion, every word Yu Zhou said was correct.

Shen Wuyue clenched her fists behind her back, then released them. She smiled sadly, "Yu Zhou, do you hate me that much? You keep calling me 'subject,' do you really despise me that much?" Shen Wuyue's pale lips pressed tightly together, she walked dejectedly out of Yu Zhou's sight, her last, chilling gaze startling him. Such a despairing look, cold arrogance, and a hint of hatred—a hatred so intense it was frightening.

With a whoosh, the emerald green hairpin fell as Yu Zhou exhaled, and she slumped to the ground. Suddenly, she felt so tired, so very tired.

"Yu Zhou, are you scared? Or are you tired of this life, Su Yu?" Yu Zhou's long hair was draped over her shoulders, her eyes were filled with tears, her clothes were disheveled, and her lips were swollen and red, making her look extremely charming from a distance.

Looking at his reflection in the water with a cold smile, Yu Zhou leaned against the artificial hill and stood up, smoothing his long hair. His black robe spread out, revealing half of his fragrant shoulder.

"Young Master!" Lin Lie rushed in and saw his young master in this state. Although he was smiling at him, the smile was tinged with heartache, along with his disheveled robes, messy hair, and swollen lips. Lin Lie's sword, Jue, began to tremble violently. Who was it? Who had hurt his young master, the young master he had protected with his entire life?

His silver, blood-red eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty killing intent, and his stern face could only be described as cold. The terrifying ruthlessness in his eyes and the despair in them reminded Yu Zhou of their first meeting. His innate ferocity.

"Lin Lie, put away Jue, let's go home." Yu Zhou lay weakly in Lin Lie's arms. Her simple words instantly dispelled the murderous aura emanating from Lin Lie. "Go home," Lin Lie said blankly.

Yu Zhou lay in Lin Lie's arms with a gentle smile, stroking Lin Lie's brows to make it relax, and said, "Going home, it's time to go home." His gentle and clear words touched Lin Lie's heart little by little, and he nodded involuntarily.

"Let's go home," Lin Lie said coldly, but his smile was no longer harsh; the warmth of Yu Zhou's body touched Lin Lie's heart.

The grey robe couldn't conceal his resolute and noble handsome face. Yu Zhou hadn't noticed that Lin Lie was also a handsome man, no less so than the most outstanding among the students of the Sixth Art Academy. Perhaps it was out of habit. Yu Zhou often overlooked him, his resolute silver eyes filled with a hint of tenderness as he looked at the woman in his arms.

Yu Zhou suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Facing those pitiful eyes, a blush rose on Yu Zhou's cheeks, making him look even more shy. He never expected that this young prime minister would be so charming and beautiful when he was shy. Lin Lie also never expected that his young master would have such a womanly appearance.

[Dynasty in Turmoil: A Farce]

"Zhou'er, what's wrong with you?" Su Rongrong was terrified when she saw Yu Zhou in Lin Lie's arms. She had never seen Yu Zhou so disheveled, with his messy long hair and loose robe. Could it be...? Su Rongrong looked at Yu Zhou in fear.

Yu Zhou broke free from Leng Lie's embrace, walked up to Su Rongrong, and said, "Mother, I'm fine. You don't need to worry."

"But..." Su Rongrong looked at the stunningly handsome Yu Zhou, still worried. She continued to ask, "What happened?" Yu Zhou's disheveled appearance still made Su Rongrong uneasy.

"Mother, you only need to know that Yu Zhou is your son." Yu Zhou smiled, his long black hair flowing freely, making him look like an immortal. Su Rongrong was stunned. This was the first time she had looked at Yu Zhou so clearly. Even though his face was somewhat haggard, it couldn't hide his unparalleled beauty, his breathtakingly beautiful eyes. His gaze was hazy yet filled with a touch of melancholy, a sorrow that was so heartbreaking. Suddenly, Su Rongrong realized that the young man standing before her was a woman, a stunningly beautiful young woman. For a moment, she seemed to have forgotten that Yu Zhou was a woman.