The Emperor's Concubine 소설 & 이야기

God help her, she wanted him still. Yet as she sat there, gown tangled around her, another thought struck, sharp and cold. If Kael left her aching and desperate every time he was called away, then he would control her without lifting a sword. She could not allow that. She stood, pacing the room, fighting the fire still coursing through her veins. No. She would not be his wh*re. She would be his equal—or his ruin. Her reflection in the mirror stopped her. The red silk gown slipped low across her shoulder, her lips swollen from his kiss, her skin flushed. She looked nothing like a queen. She looked like a concubine who had been used and discarded.

Whoever she was, she had to be strong, powerful, maybe even dangerous to sit on that throne. "No one knows yet," my assistant replied. "But her identity will be made public soon." Could this be someone I already knew? Had she been working quietly in the shadows of business? Well, we’d all have to wait to see who owned the empire now. I paused for a moment before turning back to him. "Send our condolences to the Smithfield family immediately. Flowers, and a gift as well," I ordered. "Yes, sir," he said, quickly typing into his tablet.

But, life in the palace was different from popular perception - it wasn't all fancy dress, tea parties, and balls, nor was it full of sycophantic nobles. After the empress died, leaving no children, the emperor chose my mother as his consort. She was the daughter of a wealthy marquis and was known throughout the empire for her beauty. But, after giving birth to Princess Camellia, her only child from a loveless marriage, she died mysteriously. I have been rejected by everyone since I was born, leading the empire to mourn once again. The emperor's wife was poisoned, but no one investigated who committed such a terrible act against a young mother who had recently given birth to her daughter.

He was seated in front of his work table, just staring into space. "Good evening, my prince", she greeted with a bow from behind. Czar didn't turn to look at her and that ate Sephora up. "Undress and get on the bed", his words came as a command - like they've always done. Sephora was already used to it. Eagerly, she took off her clothes and laid on the neatly-arranged bed. Her nipples were already hardened and she could feel her clitoris already getting wet. Her legs spread apart, she smiled in ecstasy, imagining what Czar's touch on her would feel like again. He hadn't touched her for weeks and she wouldn't deny it made her a little scared. She never wanted to lose him, never! Not even as h

The ice lotuses tore the demonic palm into pieces. The Fiend Emperor was a little shocked. He and the Blood Emperor looked at Jing Hong at the same time. "Who are you?" The Fiend Emperor asked. "Jing Hong from the Chu Mansion," Jing Hong muttered quietly. "Jing Hong?" The Fiend Emperor thought for a moment. He had never heard of this name. The Blood Emperor said sternly, "Are you Immortal Emperor Chu's woman?" "Yes," Jing Hong said.

In their heads, they were all muttering about what Drake said just now. Who is this queen? Why did the emperor say continue? And then, like a flash of light passing through their heads, the mist was cleared, at this moment they understood what the emperor's words meant. The other hidden queen is Miren - the lover of General Dylan. The chaotic images of the previous day's wedding appeared in their heads like a slow-motion movie. They couldn't help but marvel at the magic of this. This wedding, held twice, was for the same woman.

"What are you laughing for? Do you even have a lover?" Emperor Yin Renshu sneers, "Well, technically I have a wife, two consorts, and some concubines." For the first time in forever, his majesty brags about his harem. "Oh, right! How could I forget about that?" The princess' tone is filled with sarcasm. "So careless of me to forget that you and 'your wife' doesn't even have a close relationship with each other! You're even too relaxed now that she's nowhere to be found! You let 'your wife' go missing."

I inquired, concern lacing my words. Raising her head to meet my gaze, I noticed her eyes retained their deep red hue—a sure sign that she was far from her usual self. However, there was a shift—an added chilliness that had crept into her eyes, signaling her struggle to maintain control. My question hung in the air, met with her lingering silence. Just as I was about to press for an answer, Kiana's voice cut in, her words carrying a hint of uncertainty: "Is the Empress alright, Emperor?"

and who was poisoning his mind from where dis he got the idea of singing to his beloved to please her and get her to forgive you . " No , No , This one won't go . I know my believe must be rushing outside to meet me at this moment this noble one just need one more chance , we can't let her think we left " said the Emperor gazing at the rose palace with a rapt misty eyed expression " C'mon , Dante take it from the top !" If poor Lord Kaisen knew that the Emperor was busy wooing his beloved Empress back while his son wooed his daughter , who knows what would have happened to our dear prime minister .

Lucy asked cautiously, evidently sensing my anger. "No, thank you! I just want to take a walk now!" Lola had to follow me as I walked on. "Miss Emily, skipping lunch is bad for you!" Lola moved closer to me and patiently advised, "You don't really have to be angry, I'm not having any more sex with Prince Leon. The truth is, once Prince Leon gives up on his mistress, no one will ever be able to return to him." I frowned a little at Lola's words, a little envious. At the same time, I heard another level of meaning, that Leon had more than one mistress.