Chapter 133: Yaoyao, You’ve Learned to Be Bad
When Consort Li heard this, her expression changed drastically. With a thud, she tumbled off the bed and knelt, crawling to grab at the man’s robe.
Tears streamed down her face as she wailed, “Your Majesty, this concubine only wanted a child. What wrong have I done? Just because I longed for a child, must Your Majesty punish me like this? Now the child in my womb has already been killed by Qin Buyao, yet not only does Your Majesty refuse to blame that vile woman, you—ah!”
Before she could finish, Yan Mohan kicked her away. She was sent flying, a mouthful of blood spraying out on the spot.
Yan Mohan glared at her furiously. “You dare call my beloved consort ‘vile’? You’re courting death!”
“Guards, drag Consort Li away and beat her to death,” Yan Mohan ordered coldly, then strode out without another glance.
If not for Yaoyao’s mercy, dealing with someone who had bullied her would not have ended as simply as death by beating.
Consort Li stared in disbelief for a long while. Seeing that man about to leave her sight, she finally grasped reality. With a sudden shriek, she began screaming and sobbing hysterically. “Your Majesty, spare my life! Spare my life, Your Majesty! This concubine will never dare trouble the Noble Consort again! Your Majesty, spare me—”
Very soon, two senior eunuchs entered. One stuffed a rag into her mouth, and together they hoisted her up and dragged her out.
Everyone in the Chenxi Palace was completely stunned.
They weren’t deaf, nor were they blind—His Majesty was really going to have the most favored Consort Li… beaten to death?
All of them trembled like sieves, once again witnessing the emperor’s mercurial temper.
One moment he could lift you to the clouds; the next, he could cast you into the abyss.
Not long after Consort Li was executed in the harem, the emperor immediately promoted her natal family in the court, leaving them suffering in silence, forced to accept the favor with smiling faces.
From then on, any consort in the harem who carelessly offended Noble Consort Qin met grim ends—dead or crippled, not a single one fared well.
Somehow, the reputation of Noble Consort Qin as a “treacherous consort” spread just like that.
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In the imperial garden, Nan Xun sat by the pond enjoying the breeze when she saw a beauty approaching from afar. She was so startled that she lifted her skirts and ran.
Little Eight asked, Why are you running?
Nan Xun replied, “How could I not run? What if I trip or bump into something again and Yan Mohan thinks I’ve been bullied? Then that beauty over there will lose her life. Don’t you think Yan Mohan is crazy? Last time I just got tripped by Consort Wang, was it really necessary to chop off both her feet? Why is he so brutal?”
Little Eight sighed. “How could he not be brutal? He’s a tyrant, after all. And now you’ve become a treacherous consort too. A tyrant paired with a treacherous consort—truly a match made in heaven and earth.”
In fact, it had noticed a pattern: all the women the emperor had killed were beauties he had once “favored.” Was the big boss planning to slowly clear out the entire harem?
But even so, why kill them? Sending them to a nunnery would have been fine too.
“Little Eight, no, this really can’t go on,” Nan Xun suddenly said. “I don’t want the big boss to keep creating more bloodshed.”
Little Eight: “Then what do you want to do?”
Nan Xun: “I suspect he’s been pent-up these days and is venting his frustration on innocent people. To save these innocent beauties, I’ve decided to sacrifice my body to purify his soul.”
Little Eight: …
Speak of the devil, and he appears. The pent-up Yan Mohan sneaked up from behind and pulled Nan Xun into a full embrace. His thin lips brushed her earlobe as he chuckled softly. “Yaoyao, what are you doing? I saw you spacing out here for quite a while. What are you thinking about?”
Nan Xun looked up at the blue sky above, thinking how very blue it was today. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said, “I was thinking about you.”
Yan Mohan froze. He immediately turned the person in his arms around, staring at her intently. “Yaoyao, are you serious?”
Before Nan Xun could even hum in response, he impatiently scooped her up in his arms and strode toward the Moon-Embracing Hall.
Nan Xun was dumbfounded. “Wait, Yan Mohan, what are you doing?”
“Yaoyao, I knew you were thinking of me too. These past days, I’ve thought of you day and night—so much I couldn’t sleep, so much my chest hurt. Since Yaoyao misses me too, I won’t hold back anymore. Yaoyao, I want you.” His voice had already grown hoarse.
Nan Xun had planned to make some sort of sacrifice, but at the very least it should’ve waited until nightfall. This beast was getting aroused in broad daylight—wasn’t he afraid of earning yet another reputation for debauchery?
Yan Mohan truly wasn’t afraid. He did whatever he wanted; otherwise, what fun would there be in being emperor?
Everyone in the hall was dismissed, leaving only Cui Huan waiting outside in the outer chamber.
Then the beast Yan wasted no time pressing Nan Xun down and doing bad things. Soon, a fierce “battle of demons” unfolded in the inner chamber.
Cui Huan was long used to it and immediately sent two little maids to boil hot water.
By the time the battle ended, Cui Huan, waiting outside, was nearly asleep.
Inside the chamber, Nan Xun lay sprawled on the bed, breathing lightly, while a large hand kneaded her waist.
“Yaoyao, you’ve worked hard,” Yan Mohan said, leaning in to kiss her lips.
Nan Xun rolled her eyes. “What’s the use of saying that now? Why didn’t you show any mercy earlier?”
Yan Mohan’s gaze swept over her back. He sighed and said, “Yaoyao, it’s really not my fault. Your body is too enticing, so I couldn’t control my strength. Next time, I’ll be more careful.”
“Get lost, there won’t be a next time!” Nan Xun kicked back angrily.
Yan Mohan looked at her with indulgence, already gripping her small foot in his hand. “Yaoyao, why don’t you learn your lesson? You’ve used this move before. Knowing it’s useless against me, you still deliver your foot—are you asking me to kiss it?”
Nan Xun’s foot trembled.
The next second, she felt a warm, wet sensation on her sole, making her shudder.
She didn’t want to discuss this kind of thing with this beast anymore and went straight to bargaining. “Brother Han, how do you think I performed today?”
The moment Yan Mohan heard that long-unheard “Brother Han,” he reacted again. Shifting slightly, he replied in all seriousness, “Just now, Yaoyao was especially wonderful. Some positions were so difficult, yet Yaoyao still cooperated with me.”
Hearing such vulgar talk, Nan Xun really wanted to kick him off the bed.
But she remained composed, chuckling softly. “That’s nothing. My Qin family has countless ancestral sword techniques and spear forms. Next time, I can let His Majesty experience them one by one.”
This time, Yan Mohan was stunned. He pressed down, trapping Nan Xun beneath him, and laughed. “Yaoyao, you’ve learned to be bad.”
“Get lost. I’m talking business here. If you want this again in the future, you have to agree to a few things.”
Yan Mohan didn’t hesitate at all. “Forget a few things—even if it were hundreds, I’d agree to them all.”
