On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Ye Zhiyu waited nervously for his next move, not even daring to blink.

The man lifted her chin and stared straight at her, his eyes dark and intense, which made her feel a little uncomfortable. She couldn't bear it anymore, so she went to break his hand: "Your Majesty..."

"Don't move." Feng Wuming patted her resisting hand unhappily.

Ye Zhiyu: "..."

Isn't he happy anymore?

She grinds her teeth.

Okay, you are His Majesty and you are great.

She rolled her eyes silently.

Feng Wuming laughed softly, and the laughter came from his chest, shaking Ye Zhiyu's heart. She stared at the man's handsome face with a smile.

The corners of his lips curled up, and his eyes fell entirely on her, soft and affectionate, and she could clearly see the overflowing love in his eyes.

Ye Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat, and she didn't notice Feng Wuming's hand going around the back of her head.

Feng Wuming lowered his head, their noses were facing each other. Ye Zhiyu swallowed, feeling completely panicked and not knowing what to do.

The tip of his nose bumped against hers. Ye Zhiyu froze, and two pink clouds stained the sides of his cheeks.

The man's hot breath hit her face, and her face was filled with heat. She subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the back of her head was held down by the man's broad palm.

Ye Zhiyu bit his lip, feeling confused.

You can't retreat, you can't advance... She's a little timid.

"Feng Wuming, can you let me go?" She couldn't find a way and her heart seemed to jump out. Ye Zhiyu pressed her heart and had to ask him to let her go.

Feng Wuming shook his head and actually opened his mouth and bit her lip.

Ye Zhiyu opened his eyes in panic, disbelieving and at a loss.

She... was letting Feng Wuming take advantage of her?

Feng Wuming originally heard her asking him to let her go. He was a little unhappy and wanted to punish her.

He gently bit her lips, which were soft and soft, and seemed to have an inexplicable attraction to him. He didn't want to leave.

Feng Wuming lowered his head and pressed her lips to hers again, exploring and prying her lips and tongue apart, closing his eyes, the kiss was gentle and a bit overbearing, and she was not allowed to resist at all, so she could only passively accept it.

A brace?

The back of Ye Zhiyu's head was pressed hard, and the man would press her whenever she moved, making it impossible for her to struggle.

She opened her eyes in shock, seeing how focused and gentle he was kissing with his eyes closed, she softened her heart and responded to him.

Her response made Feng Wuming very happy, he completely took the initiative and invaded/occupied her lips.

Ye Zhiyu felt that his kiss became fierce, which made her unable to resist. Just as she was about to push him away, she noticed the vigorous spiritual power flowing in her body, and her eyes lit up.

Do you gain so much spiritual power from kissing?

Much more than physical contact.

She was bitten on the lip, and the man whispered: "Pay attention."

Ye Zhiyu looked at him quietly.

This bitch didn't open his eyes either. He didn't know how he noticed that she wasn't paying attention.

You have the nerve to take advantage of someone else and have the nerve to criticize others for not paying attention. You are an emperor and it’s amazing.

Ye Zhiyu complained in her heart, feeling that the spiritual power was still entering her body, so she decided to endure it.

Just a kiss.

Feng Wuming is also handsome, and he is still an emperor, no matter what.

Ye Zhiyu hooked his hands around the man's neck at some point, holding his head high to accept his delicate and fierce kiss, his eyes becoming a bit hazy.

Feng Wuming suddenly stopped and looked down at her, his eyes deep and passionate, as if wrapped in a dark fire.Ye Zhiyu was panting slightly in his arms, his lips were unusually red, and his eyes suddenly turned very deep when he looked at her, feeling that something was missing in his heart.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he picked her up and put her on the bed. Ye Zhiyu was stunned by the kiss. Before she could react after being put on the bed, the man had already pressed down on her and kissed her again.

She swallowed what she wanted to say and indulged in his tenderness. Feng Wuming slowly took off her clothes, the curtains on the bed were lowered, and the two figures overlapped and entangled.

One night of spring/night.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and Ye Zhiyu woke up.

She moved a little, her back aching.

Looking down at the fact that she was only wearing an undershirt, the memory of last night came to her face. She slept with Feng Wuming!

Ye Zhiyu felt full of spiritual energy in his body and his thoughts drifted away.

Is it possible that pairing/cultivation is the best way to increase spiritual power?
A hand was placed on her waist from inside the quilt. Ye Zhiyu was startled and was hugged by that hand.

"woke up?"

Ye Zhiyu was held in Feng Wuming's arms. She raised her head and glanced at the man. He opened his eyes and looked at her tenderly: "What's wrong?"

She shook her head, not knowing what to say, and said dryly: "I thought you had already gone to court."

After all, the sun is already shining on my butt/buttocks.

"The late Emperor will be buried and will not go to court for seven days." Feng Wuming tucked the hair around her face behind her ears.

"Are you still sleepy? Let's sleep a little longer."

Seeing his affectionate eyes, Ye Zhiyu felt a little shy, but also felt a little embarrassed.

What happened last night... wasn't he going to ask her?
Is this a natural match between the two of them?
Or is it just a one-night stand?
Her mind was a little confused, and being held by him was so warm that she couldn't bear to leave his arms. She nodded, closed her eyes and fell asleep in his arms for a while.

Feng Wuming's hands rubbed her sore waist, looking at her peaceful sleeping face, his eyebrows were gentle and focused, and his eyes were filled with smiles.

Ye Zhiyu slept extremely comfortably, and when she woke up, Feng Wuming's figure was gone by the pillow.

She touched his original position and it felt cool. She didn't know when he left.

Was she sleeping too deeply?I don't know when he left.

She turned over and felt that her waist was no longer so sore.

Thinking of Feng Wuming who kept putting his hands on her waist to massage her while she was sleeping, could it be possible that he was also doing so after she fell asleep?
Ye Zhiyu lowered his head and smiled.

"Girl, you're awake." The palace maid came to see if she was awake and saw her sitting by the bed and talking.

"Girl, please wait a moment. I will go get you some water to wash up now."

"Girl, I will help you change your clothes." Another maid came in holding the clothes.

Ye Zhiyu nodded and let them help him get dressed and groomed.

She also noticed that the eyes of the palace maids looked at her differently from the previous few days. Most of them looked at her with curiosity and no malice, so she didn't take it to heart.

"Girl, Your Majesty asked your slave to prepare warm porridge for you, and asked you to get up on an empty stomach and not eat anything too greasy. Do you want to eat now?"

After the maid finished speaking, her companion spoke.

"Girl, before he left, His Majesty specifically asked us not to wake you up and let you have a good rest. His Majesty was afraid of disturbing you, so he did not let us go in to serve you."

"When His Majesty left, he told all the things about the girl, and also asked the slaves not to let the girl go to enjoy the cool breeze alone at night in the future."

Ye Zhiyu listened to their words and concluded that Feng Wuming cared about her very much.

She blushed and was a little embarrassed by their teasing.

"Go eat, I'm hungry."

The palace maid leads the way.

"Beautiful and shy, Xiao'e, do you know what you look like now?" Hua Niang saw her coming, winked at her, and smiled meaningfully. (End of chapter)