Chapter 33

When the Emperor emerged from his bath and got dressed, the entire palace was empty since Kang Yu Yi was still freshening up in the side hall.

In the five years since the Emperor ascended the throne during his previous visits to the Jehol Palace, he had always stayed with the Noble Consort in this Hall. This hall’s decoration was thus very similar to the Luhua Palace in the capital.

Noticing a few letters casually placed on the small pearwood table beside the couch, the Emperor picked them up to read.

They turned out to be letters written by Kang Yu Yi in her uneven handwriting, intended for the eldest prince far away in the capital.

The Emperor patiently read each word of the letter. Although he usually kept his emotions in check, the corners of his lips were lifted in a smile.

It was amusing to see this mother and son engaging in correspondence when one could only write simple characters and the other, barely six months old, was just learning to speak.

After a couple of hours, Kang Yu Yi, now finished with her preparations, gracefully walked into the main hall.

She was dressed in a light apricot-colored pearl satin blouse with a low collar. Her slender, fair neck was fully exposed, and her soft, voluptuous figure was partially hidden, evoking a shy allure.

The hot water from the bath had reddened her cheeks and caused a thin layer of sweat to appear on her forehead, like crystal dew.

Her hair was disheveled, which accentuated her petite and delicate appearance.

Seeing the Emperor holding her letter, which she had labored over for days, Kang Yu Yi felt both embarrassed and annoyed. She quickly moved forward to retrieve it.

As a palace slave, Kang Yu Yi had never formally studied and could only recognize a few common characters.

She had missed the little chubby child who resembled her so much and had tried to write a letter herself, rather than asking a literate maid to do it.

After several days of effort, she had managed to produce a letter with crooked, messy writing.

Feeling the Emperor’s teasing gaze, Kang Yu Yi was even more embarrassed and flustered, her face flushing from her cheeks to the base of her neck.

“I know my writing is poor and I didn’t intend to send it back to the capital,” Kang Yu Yi said weakly.

The Emperor pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her slim waist.

He smiled and said, “I think it’s written very well. It shows your full maternal love. Why not send it back?”

The phrase “maternal love” made Kang Yu Yi, who still thought of herself as sixteen, feel even more embarrassed. She replied softly, “The little prince is too young to read.”

“The Concubine knows he’s still young, hmm?” The Emperor said, pinching her smooth, white cheek, noting how similar it felt to their chubby son.

Kang Yu Yi explained, “I just missed the eldest prince a lot and wanted to try writing. If I could write better, it would be good for the little prince to read when he learns to read later.”

Touched, the Emperor said softly, “I’ll teach you to write.”

He then pulled Kang Yu Yi onto the soft couch, letting her sit on his sturdy lap.

He spread a new piece of letter paper on the table, dipped a pen in the inkstone, and patiently taught Kang Yu Yi how to hold and use the pen correctly.

Kang Yu Yi was tightly held by him, her small hand trembling slightly as she held the pen.

The Emperor guided her hand, writing a few large characters on the letter paper and carefully avoiding a bruise on her elbow from earlier.

After writing a dozen characters, he let go, allowing her to practice writing on her own.

Kang Yu Yi, using the feel from his earlier guidance, wrote a few simple characters like “big,” “medium,” “small,” “heaven,” and “earth,” which looked much neater than before.

She turned around, her eyes sparkling with surprise as she looked at the man holding her, her eyes full of admiration.

The Emperor, his heart softening, gently kissed her smooth forehead.

On a usual day, such close contact would make Kang Yu Yi feel hot and uncomfortable.

Perhaps due to the weakening effect of the Jade Lady Pill after seven years or the distraction of practicing writing, she was completely absorbed in recopying the original letter.

Although her writing still wasn’t perfect and some characters were uneven, it was much more regular and less crooked.

As she focused on writing, her movements inevitably brushed against the sensitive area of the Emperor behind her. His desire began to awaken and intensify.

Kang Yu Yi’s enthusiasm for writing grew, and she continued with several new sheets of paper.

The Emperor, waiting patiently for about an incense stick’s worth of time, found his hand slowly moving up her waist.

His hands covered her swollen breasts for a long time. As she began to tremble slightly, he started to gently knead them and lowered his head to kiss her small, delicate ears.

“Your Majesty, I’m still injured and not in a condition to serve you…” Kang Yu Yi said carefully, though her voice was soft and seductive.

The Emperor’s ears flushed red, but he calmly responded, “It’s fine, I’ll only touch you and won’t penetrate.”

Kang Yu Yi’s face turned red with shame, and she thought to herself, how can just touching not be considered penetration?

She felt both embarrassed and frustrated, remaining still and unable to move, as her arousal began to flow in response to his continuous caresses and kisses.

However, the Emperor suddenly focused on controlling his own rising desire and stopped his actions, making Kang Yu Yi feel unsettled.

“Your Majesty…” Kang Yu Yi’s voice was filled with yearning, her eyes brimming with desire.

The Emperor, smiling to himself, whispered in her ear, “Do you want me to pleasure you, Yu’er?”

Her ears were heated by his breath, causing her to shiver uncontrollably and feel intense need.

He explored her damp and messy area and asked in a low voice, “Do you want me to taste you, or would you prefer me to fuck you? Or should I just use my hands to help you?”

Kang Yu Yi closed her eyes tightly in embarrassment, her thick eyelashes trembling with nervousness.

“Yu’er, don’t you love it when I taste you?” The Emperor undid her clothing, and his suppressed desire surged again, his massive erection standing tall.

“Your Majesty… mmm…” Kang Yu Yi moaned with frustration, her body heating up again as she remembered how he had eagerly pleasuring her before.

The Emperor placed her on a small table beside the couch and leaned down to bury his face in her already wet and eager pussy, licking and sucking her sweet nectar.

“Ah…” Kang Yu Yi was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, her body going numb as her pleasure flowed freely.

The Emperor did not refuse. He licked and sucked while swallowing, occasionally focusing on the swollen and blood-filled clitoris, licking and sucking it.

Kang Yu Yi’s vision soon blurred, and she trembled, nearly losing her balance.

The Emperor quickly steadied her and with a mischievous intent, gently bit her trembling, sensitive clitoris.

His thick middle finger was inserted into her soft, tender pussy, continuously probing and stimulating her most sensitive areas.

“Ah…” Kang Yu Yi reached the peak of her climax, her face and neck flushed red. Her body trembled as she released a large amount of clearer-than-usual nectar.

The Emperor, seeing her injuries from falling into the lake earlier and feeling pity, refrained from pushing further and carried her to clean up.

Inside the Clear Wind Room, where the people of the Marquis of Boling resided,

Cui Mu Lin’s wife, Mrs. held a dose of medicinal powder her husband had given her in the capital. She hesitated, unsure of how to proceed when meeting the consort tomorrow.

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