“Your handwriting is off. Let me teach you.”
“Your Majesty, please behave! You’re too close.”
“Hand-in-hand teaching is the fastest way to learn. Take it slow, no rush…”
“But why are you blowing on my neck? Hey, hey, hey… stop… This isn’t calligraphy practice; you’re clearly taking advantage of me!”
…
At the desk in the Minister’s Office, a pile of discarded papers lay scattered. Meng Qingzhou, holding back his temper, helped review the documents, but the Empress kept finding faults, always complaining that the handwriting wasn’t right. She decided to teach him one-on-one.
Of course, due to Meng Qingzhou’s blindness, the Empress had to tell him how to write and what to write, while he felt the paper and wrote.
Meng Qingzhou sat upright, holding a wolf-hair brush. The Empress leaned over from behind, her cheek pressed against his neck. One hand held his wrist, the other supported the desk, her soft body almost lying on his back, fitting perfectly against him.
The atmosphere in the study gradually became ambiguous. Even the usually oblivious Meng Qingzhou sensed something was off and quickly called a halt.
“I can’t do this anymore. Handwriting isn’t something you can mimic perfectly in a day. You write it yourself.” Meng Qingzhou was ready to quit.
If Meng Qingzhou claimed he wasn’t interested in such a flawless woman as the Empress, it would be a lie. After all, he started reading the novel because of her.
But both of them had families, and they were happy and loving. How could they do something so immoral?
“You promised me you’d stay as my personal guard until the national war ends.”
“What? Is the mighty Space-Time Sword Saint going back on his word?”
Meng Qingzhou felt like he had ants crawling all over him, twisting and turning, trying to escape the soft sensation on his back.
“Is it because you have a guilty conscience that you can’t practice your handwriting? A Morning Glow Realm Sword Saint, struggling with something as simple as mimicking handwriting, and after half an hour, still no progress.”
The Empress whispered in Meng Qingzhou’s ear, her breath warm and fragrant, making his earlobe tingle. Her eyes were seductive, one hand wrapped around his neck, gripping his wrist tightly, while the other hand lifted his chin, turning their close posture into a subtle embrace.
Seeing Meng Qingzhou remain silent, the Empress pressed on, feigning authority:
“Meng Qingzhou, do you dare defy my orders?”
“You must perfect your handwriting today, or you won’t be allowed to leave.”
Finally.
Meng Qingzhou’s breathing grew heavier, his voice hoarse: “Woman, you’re playing with fire, you know that?!”
“Last warning, don’t push me!”
The Empress smiled sweetly, “I’m pushing. What are you going to do about it?”
Hearing this, Meng Qingzhou was about to lose his temper and show her a lesson when suddenly, his earlobe was taken into a warm mouth, a special tingling sensation piercing his mental defenses like an arrow.
The Empress, like a playful kitten, lightly bit his earlobe, her pink tongue gently licking before releasing it and whispering in his ear:
“Meng Qingzhou, how about becoming my consort?”
Damn!!!
Meng Qingzhou couldn’t hold back any longer. He sprang up, his powerful Sword Sense erupting. He turned and grabbed the Empress by the neck, slamming her against the bookshelf with a thunderous force.
Bang!
The bookshelf shook violently, a few books falling to the ground. The study room fell into a prolonged silence.
Only the sound of their slightly heavy breathing remained…
“I warned you repeatedly, don’t provoke me! Why don’t you listen?”
“Do you think I won’t dare to touch you?!”
Cough, cough…
The Empress’s face turned red, coughing a few times. She didn’t resist, even letting her hairpin fall, her red hair cascading down. She tilted her head, her eyes watery as she looked at Meng Qingzhou, her pink tongue licking her fingers.
So domineering! So tough! So handsome…
She had never seen Meng Qingzhou this angry before. Seeing it today, Dongfang Liuli felt herself falling for him.
‘Oh… I’m getting addicted. What should I do?’
‘I don’t want to resist. I just want Qingzhou to treat me this roughly. But I’m the Empress. Not resisting doesn’t fit my character.’
‘So frustrating…’
The Empress’s hands climbed up to his, slowly prying his fingers off her neck…
“Actually, I’ve always been interested in you. My earlier suggestion was just a joke. Being a consort… would tarnish the name of the Sword Saint.”
Meng Qingzhou’s emotions calmed down. He released her, coldly saying, “Good that you know. If you dare do this again, I will really turn against you.”
…
After a long while, Meng Qingzhou continued to review the documents at the desk.
He hadn’t been able to learn the handwriting because the Empress kept distracting him, making it impossible to concentrate.
After a bit of intimidation, the Empress quieted down, and Meng Qingzhou felt much more at ease.
“Are you really the Empress?”
Suddenly, Meng Qingzhou turned his head, asking seriously.
“What makes you say that?” The Empress rubbed her neck, where five finger marks remained, smiling.
“In my understanding, the Empress wouldn’t be so shameless, nor would she act so coy, especially knowing I have a family. There’s no sense of distance.”
“Who exactly are you?”
The Empress covered her mouth, laughing, her body trembling, her bell-like laughter clear and pleasant.
“I…”
“Am your wife. Do you believe it?”
Meng Qingzhou sneered, flipping her off, bluntly saying, “If I had such a shameless wife like you, I’d be the unluckiest man alive.”
Hearing this, the Empress wasn’t angry. She lazily lay on the bed in the study, her delicate hand caressing her curvaceous body, calmly saying:
“Such blasphemy. Do you know that for your words alone, I could sentence you to death?”
As she spoke, she released her Imperial Dao pressure, bearing down on Meng Qingzhou.
Instantly, Meng Qingzhou felt a slight weight on his shoulders. The familiar Imperial Dao left no room for doubt.
The Empress’s exclusive principle—Imperial Dao.
No one in the world could imitate it, nor could anyone replicate it, just like his Dao of Space-Time.
There might be a Dao of Space, a Dao of Time, but never a Dao of Space-Time.
Because this path is a forbidden one! Once someone walks it, no second person can follow, unless the first one dies.
In other words, the person before him was undoubtedly the true Empress!
“My illusions are shattered.”
Meng Qingzhou sighed, looking up.
The damn author never mentioned that Empress Qin Liuli was such a person. When he served as the Minister of Rites, he had a vague feeling something was off.
Now, it was clear. She was a bossy female leader who liked to harass her subordinates.
“Don’t feel disillusioned. No one is perfect. Too much perfection is divine. No… even gods aren’t flawless. Let alone the Empress of Great Jin, who is just a mortal.” The Empress smiled.
There was one more thing the Empress didn’t say.
No one is perfect, but Dongfang Liuli’s only flaw in this life is you—stupid salt fish.
…
[Whimper, whimper, please feed me gifts…]
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