In the imperial garden of the harem, a female official hurried into the pavilion and bowed to the stunning beauty wearing a phoenix crown on the seat.
“Your Majesty, just now an official in the court suggested to His Majesty that the selection of concubines should begin.” The female official began to speak.
Bei Yutang looked at her, motioning for her to continue.
The female official understood and continued, “The Minister of Rites, Lord Wang, has angered His Majesty by claiming Your Majesty has no children. His Majesty has dismissed him from office and will have him executed in three days.”
The female official said flatteringly, “His Majesty really vented Your Majesty’s anger on your behalf, so that those officials would not use the issue of children as an excuse.”
Bei Yutang smiled, but said nothing.
When she raised her eyes, she saw a bright yellow figure walking toward them in the distance. The person soon arrived.
When the palace maids saw Feng Chi, they all knelt and saluted.
Feng Chi walked into the pavilion and stretched out his hands to hold her in his arms.
“I heard you had the Minister of Rites thrown into the Heavenly Prison today?”
Feng Chi played with her delicate, jade-white hand and replied nonchalantly, “Yes.”
“I’m thinking the outside world is probably going to portray me as a demon who’s bringing disaster to the country and the people. I’m bewitching the King to dominate him.” Bei Yutang said leisurely, as if discussing someone else’s affairs.
“They’re wrong. It’s not you who’s dominating me; it’s me who’s trying to dominate you. In this life, the next, and the next. Are you willing?”
“Yes.”
Hearing her response, Feng Chi’s heart was touched. He slowly lowered his face and kissed her delicate, tempting lips.
The surrounding maids all turned their heads, not daring to look at the King and Queen’s bold actions.
At first, they were uneasy, but gradually, they grew accustomed to it. Only those who served the Queen daily could understand the King’s care for her. The slightest discomfort from the Queen sent the King into a state of panic.
The King’s love for the Queen filled them with envy.
They saw the ardent love between the Queen and the King in their eyes; their eyes were filled with only each other.
Those ministers who desperately tried to insert women into His Majesty’s affairs were courting death, especially that Lord, who actually slandered the Queen, was akin to hanging himself because his life was too long.
From that day on, no courtier dared to advise the King to recruit more beautiful women.
The King and Queen’s love led the common people to follow suit, doting and respecting the legitimate wife, raising her status to an unprecedented level.
Fifteen years flew by in a flash. During these fifteen years, Bei Yutang remained childless, yet the King’s love for the Queen remained undiminished.
The afternoon sun was bright, its warmth easing into a drowsy ambiance. Beneath a pear tree, a pair of lovers cuddled together, a gentle breeze rustling the delicate pear blossoms.
Even after fifteen years, the King and Queen remained as radiant as ever. The palace maids stood guard, ensuring no one dared disturb their rest.
Bei Yutang closed her eyes, feeling the passage of life.
[Ding! Fifteen years have passed. Leaving this plane world of existence. Host, please prepare.]
[Transmission countdown begins. Ten, nine, eight, seven…]
Bei Yutang listened quietly to Ming’s cold voice. She wanted to open her eyes and see him again, but deep down, she was afraid, afraid she wouldn’t be able to bear to leave.
When Ming uttered the word ‘one’, her eyelids lifted slightly, and before fading into darkness, she took one last look at him.
At the moment Bei Yutang withdrew from the world, Feng Chi seemed to sense something and looked down at her.
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