Novel & Cerita The Emperor's Concubine

“Seduce you? With me in the next room? Bold.” I walked over to him and stopped just in front of him. “She does not understand. No one does.” He looked up at me. “Understand what?” I reached out and cupped his face with one hand. “That I cannot stop thinking about you. That every time you are near me, the rest of the world fades. That I would burn this empire to the ground before I let anyone take you from me.” Aziel’s eyes widened slightly. Then that quirky smile returned. “Careful, Emperor. You are starting to sound obsessed.”

"His Highness, the Imperial Grandson, has returned!" The cries echoed one after another, rippling outward through the entire palace like waves. Outside the Emperor's private chambers, the chief steward Edmund Linton came out to greet us personally. His eyes were red-rimmed. "Your Highness, His Majesty has been waiting for you." The doors opened. A thick medicinal smell washed over us. On the great canopied bed, the old Emperor reclined against cushions. He was gaunt and withered, barely recognizable from a year ago. The moment he saw Adrian, tears welled up in his clouded eyes.

He was being dissected alive in front of the entire country. "My door, Aryan," a cold voice cut through the noise, amplified by the slightly rolled-down window. Aryan jerked his head down. He walked around the back of the car, forcing himself to keep his eyes fixed on the asphalt. He reached for the heavy silver handle of the back door and pulled it open. He stood rigidly to the side, his head bowed, looking exactly like the broken servant he had become. Kiara stepped out. The crowd went completely wild. The emerald dress caught the flashing lights, making her look like a goddess stepping out of the shadows. The business reporters instantly recognized her as the mysterious new CEO of Empire

Maybe I just needed someone to hold me. “Don’t touch me, Maya,” he said, pushing me back. I blinked at him, dazed. “Bryan… I love you. I really love you.” “What is wrong with you?” he asked sharply. The woman stood up, crossing her arms. She looked at me like I was trash. “This your so called wife just drink my wige ,” the woman said with a smirk. “It was meant for me and you tonight. It had… something extra in it.” She laughed. “Looks like your wife is more desperate than I thought.”

Memories of that night were hazy. How long now? –One year! She had been his concubine for that long. She couldn't bring herself to tell him she had fallen in love with him, that wasn't the agreement. Days after they met in the club, she begged to know why he hadn't taken advantage of her that night and he had told her he preferred his women pliant and willing and that he wanted something casual. Kira had agreed, either way, the man was too beautiful to resist. She never in a million years thought she'd be a man's concubine but she was desperate to have him any which way.

Aranjo clenched his hands together, then looked up at the sky. "I will complete all these trials perfectly! Wait and marry me!" shouted Aranjo upstairs. Luckily, there was no one else around. If not, he would be considered insane. *** The Emperor had been watching Aranjo from his portal mirror. The emperor did not expect the Goddess to scold him. A slight smile adorned the Emperor's cold face. Having lived 10 lives in the mortal world with cruel trials of love, the Emperor was sure that upon returning to the celestial realm, the Goddess simply did not want to marry.

His knuckles were white as he gripped the mirror tightly. "I recall another man with no title who set his sights too high. And he became the best Emperor Consort the world has ever known." The Empress smiled so warmly that Devrim could feel her gloating even from the other side of the world. Devrim was moved by his wife's flattery but unconvinced. "Yes, well, those things do not happen twice. It would be like lightning striking twice in the same spot. I think it is much safer to send this boy far away from our daughter."

Because the Emperor didn't even pay me a visit while I was pregnant. Even the child's name, Drystan, was given to him by me. I felt hurt, but there was nothing I could do about it. I'm simply an Empress, and he's the Emperor. 4 December *** He brought in a mistress today. She was a commoner who possessed extraordinary beauty. She was pregnant with his child. Since Drystan is just two years old, I was enraged. I attempted to kill her but failed miserably— When Olivier heard a noise from the door, he quickly closed the book and used his wind element to blend in with the air to hide his presence.

The inner palace belongs to the Emperor and the Empress, located at the center and in the innermost layer, namely as Golden Four-Leaves Pavilion. A palace belongs to the Concubines, which are on the second layer is called Silver Three-Leaves Pavilion. As the rank of the concubines was different, the gate of each inner palace had an engraving number indicating their status. From rank one until ten. Although, there were only five concubines within the pavilion. The Emperor cherished and pampered Concubine Elaine the most, who gave birth to the second prince, Prince William, and the fifth princess, Princess Natasha. She was conferred with the title of Imperial Consort.