Who would put a green hat on themselves? - Chapter 10

Every time Hui Heming looked out for Yun Yue, she would ask her brother to send Yun Qing away.

The Yun Prince’s residence had backed the wrong side during the fight for the throne. When the current emperor ascended, he wasn’t close to Yun Qing’s residence. However, Yun Qing, only thirteen at the time, sought to pledge loyalty and followed the imperial army to the north.

The emperor initially did not think much of Yun Qing, but in the north, Yun Qing saved him. Because of this, the emperor gradually groomed Yun Qing into a trusted aide.

When faced with his sister’s request, the emperor was caught in a bind, ultimately favoring his sister over his minister. Thus, he always cooperated with Hui Heming to send Yun Qing away from the capital.

This time, Yun Qing had gone to the north, and even with the return trip, it would take at least ten days before he returned. However, Yun Qing hurried back under the stars, probably wearing out several horses, and managed to return a day before the grand banquet.

Once again, Hui Heming asked her brother for advice, and the emperor, feeling helpless, assigned Yun Qing to investigate some nonexistent Tatar spies, causing him to miss the banquet.

Despite all these precautions, she couldn’t guard against Yun Qing’s unwavering heart for Yun Yue.

Hui Heming’s phoenix eyes narrowed as she coldly stared at Shi Miao.

Under the princess’s fierce gaze, Shi Miao broke out in a cold sweat.

“Understood, Your Highness.” Shi Miao bowed with hands clasped and backed away from the pavilion before daring to straighten up.

She couldn’t help but mutter to herself, “If my words were effective, I’d have said them already. Why doesn’t the princess persuade him herself?”

Just thinking about that cold-blooded god of death made Shi Miao shudder.

She hadn’t stopped Yun Yue and didn’t know how mad he would be.

“Your Highness…” After Shi Miao left, the top scholar gasped.

Under the table, the princess’s bare foot pressed against his swelling ere–ction.

“Since you love the princess so much, why not show some love for Changbo?” The top scholar’s name was Lu Jin, Changbo. His peach blossom eyes were now tinged with red, filled with desire as he looked at the princess.

The princess had been teasing him for quite a while but hadn’t granted him true release.

Looking at the princess, Lu Jin’s eyes were filled with unrestrained pleading and yearning.

The princess was nearing forty, yet despite the hardships she had faced, time had been kind to her. Judging by her appearance, calling her a thirty-year-old woman would be overestimating her age.

Lu Jin had ambitions. His family was once well-off, owning a blacksmith shop and a tofu stall run by his skilled mother. But a corrupt official became the county magistrate.

In a distant county, a small official could wield the power of life and death.

Lu Jin inherited his mother’s good looks, and his mother, known as the Tofu Beauty, caught the magistrate’s eye.

He still remembered the day his happy life shattered.

His mother went to deliver tofu to the magistrate’s residence, only to be carried out lifeless. They said his mother had seduced the magistrate, but it was clearly not the case…

He quietly observed the hidden injuries on his mother.

But his father told him not to make it known.

From that moment on, he vowed to climb to unimaginable wealth, ascend the path to prominence, and rid the world of those vile officials who used human blood to flavor their buns.

Little did he know that the woman who was supposed to be his ladder to success would make him develop a sense of dependency.

He sensed the nobility and grace of a royal princess from her, and also tasted the charm and elegance of a mature woman. Yet what troubled him most was the loneliness she radiated after enduring hardships.

“What’s wrong? Are you jealous like a young girl?” The Grand Princess smiled coquettishly. The palace attendants understood her cue, and the curtains of the lakeside pavilion were drawn, blocking all the enchanting spring scenery from view.

Lu Jin swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

With the curtains drawn, he was granted permission to act without restraint.

He removed his scarlet official robe, revealing his strong chest, marked with various ambiguous traces on his fair skin.

Hui Heming looked at him with a smile, maintaining her dignified demeanor, waiting for Lu Jin to shatter this grandeur.

Lu Jin slowly knelt between Hui Heming’s legs, her delicate lotus feet resting on his shoulders as he crawled under her skirts.

With a rip, her silk pants were torn.

“You are so bold!” The jade sole of her shoe pressed heavily on the scholar’s shoulder, causing him to grunt in pain.

The pain was there, but it also brought a certain satisfaction.

“Ah…” The man’s hot breath touched the sensitive area, his warm, thin lips pressing against her, his tongue moving from bottom to top, repeatedly sucking and licking. A tingling pleasure surged from their entangled flesh, quickly rising to her head, and Hui Heming’s phoenix eyes gradually became hazy.

Her alluring sighs filled the air, tinged with a hint of repression, making it quite alluring.

He sucked on her engorged cl–it, his tongue moving skillfully in circles, with a somewhat rough force, pushing her to the peak.

The jade shoe fell to the ground with a crisp sound, her feet resting on Lu Jin’s broad shoulders, enjoying his oral attention.

Tatar people, a group of Mongolic and Turkic-speaking ethnicities that historically included the Tatars.

“长帛” (Changbo) is a name, referring to Lu Jin’s courtesy name or a personal name.