LRAB Chapter 19 The Eldest Princess: Move into my palace tonight!
Chapter 19 The Eldest Princess: Move into my palace tonight!
Li Yunrui slowly stood up.
She stood before the soft couch, looking down at Wu Feng kneeling before her, her skirt almost touching his knees.
The main hall was brightly lit, making her stunningly beautiful face appear somewhat pale, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, churning with complex emotions.
"Little Wuzi," her voice was soft, yet as cold as icicles under the eaves in winter, "do you think I'm spoiling you too much?"
Chunmei, standing to the side, felt a pang of anxiety.
She looked at Wu Feng with a warning in her eyes. This little eunuch was too bold. What he said just now was simply reckless.
Upon seeing this, Wu Feng immediately lunged forward and grabbed Li Yunrui's leg.
My face was pressed against the soft, warm fabric of her dress, and I could smell her unique, cool fragrance.
[Ding~ Mood points +50!]
"I was being nosy," Wu Feng's muffled voice came from beneath her skirt. "Your Highness, I was only saying this for your own good."
He held on tightly, as if afraid of being pushed away.
"Think about it, Ye Qingmei possessed such immense power that some people flocked to her and treated her well. She could get whatever she wanted. If Your Highness possessed the same strength as her, or even greater strength, I believe you could get whatever you desire."
At this point, his voice softened further: "If Your Highness thinks I've misspoke, please punish me!"
[Ding~ Mood points +80!]
The word "punishment" reached Li Yunrui's ears.
She felt Wu Feng hugging her legs tightly, the warmth of his face against her thighs seeping through the thin fabric of her skirt.
Then I thought of the game we played in the bedroom this morning...
Instantly, a strange heat surged up from the soles of my feet.
Anger, humiliation, excitement, stimulation... all these emotions intertwined, causing her breathing to quicken slightly and her cheeks to flush with an unnatural redness.
She looked down at Wu Feng, who was kneeling at her feet.
His delicate face was half-buried in her skirt, with only a small part of his profile showing. His eyes were closed, and his eyelashes were long, giving him a submissive look as if he were at her mercy.
A radiant smile slowly appeared on Li Yunrui's face.
The smile was beautiful, but upon closer inspection, one could see an almost pathological tenderness hidden within it.
"Little Wuzi," she drawled, with a unique, yet chillingly seductive quality, "you have great ambitions."
Wu Feng didn't move, still holding her leg.
"However..." Li Yunrui's fingers gently landed on Wu Feng's head, slowly sliding down his hair to the back of his neck, his fingertips slightly cool, "Being too greedy is not a good thing."
Her fingers lingered on the back of Wu Feng's neck, the pressure light, yet it made him stiffen.
"Some things..." Li Yunrui's voice softened further, "What I give you is yours. If I don't give it to you, you don't even have the right to dream about it."
She gently pressed her fingertips against the skin on the back of Wu Feng's neck.
"Including punishment."
"You..." She leaned down slightly, her warm breath brushing against Wu Feng's ear, "Did you remember?"
Wu Feng's body visibly trembled.
He looked up, his eyes wet, like a wronged puppy: "I understand, Your Highness."
His voice was weak and ingratiating; he had guessed right again.
Li Yunrui's smile deepened.
Although this little guy is ambitious and incredibly bold, he's still afraid of her in the end. This desire to be unrestrained yet not daring to actually cross the line is truly delightful.
"Get up." Her voice softened again, and she withdrew her hand.
Wu Feng then released his arms from her thighs and stood up somewhat reluctantly; this was all due to his emotional state.
He took a half step back, stood with his hands at his sides, and still had that aggrieved yet ingratiating expression on his face.
Li Yunrui sat down again on the soft couch, leaning back slightly, her dress spreading out along the curves of her body.
She looked up at Wu Feng, her voice returning to its usual gentle tone:
"If what you're saying is true, and this is all His Majesty's plan, then tell me, if Ye Qingmei really dies, what should we do?"
Chunmei also looked at Wu Feng, her eyes filled with curiosity.
Wu Feng did not answer immediately.
He took a step forward, squatted down at Li Yunrui's feet, and naturally reached out to gently knead her thigh.
[Ding~ Mood points +50!]
Through the thin fabric of the skirt, my fingers could feel the warmth of her skin and her delicate lines.
"Your Highness," Wu Feng said softly as he massaged her, "we don't need to do anything, we just need to watch quietly."
Chunmei was puzzled: "Xiaowuzi, if we do nothing, when Ye Qingmei dies, everything she left behind will fall into the hands of the Empress Dowager, the Empress, and the families involved. Won't we end up with nothing?"
Li Yunrui also looked at Wu Feng, waiting for his explanation.
Wu Feng's hands didn't stop; he continued kneading Li Yunrui's thigh. His voice was calm, yet carried a certain certainty:
No, it won't.
"Since His Majesty used the war to absolve himself of this matter, it proves that he doesn't want others to know that this was part of his plan. Therefore, if Ye Qingmei really dies, then besides the Empress Dowager and the Empress, what about the others involved...?"
He looked up at Li Yunrui and said, "You will definitely die."
The moment the words left his mouth, Li Yunrui and Chunmei were both stunned.
The main hall was quiet for a few moments.
Then, the two of them realized it almost at the same time.
Wu Feng is right.
There are too many people in Qing Kingdom who are loyal to Ye Qingmei. Fan Jian, Chen Pingping, the Three Great Halls, the Jiangnan Navy... these people will not let go of anyone involved in the murder of Ye Qingmei.
And Your Majesty…
He will definitely take this opportunity to eliminate those old nobles, thereby gaining the trust of Ye Qingmei's forces, and then consolidate the forces left behind by Ye Qingmei, firmly grasping all power in his own hands.
At that time, His Majesty will be in charge of the entire Qing Kingdom.
Thinking of this, Li Yunrui frowned slightly.
If what Wu Feng said is true, then even she is just a tool in His Majesty's hands...
She didn't want to see everything Ye Qingmei left behind fall into His Majesty's hands.
Seeing the expression on Li Yunrui's face, Wu Feng softened his movements even more.
He looked up at Li Yunrui, his voice softening:
"Your Highness, rest assured. Ye Qingmei left behind too many things. His Majesty... will eventually need to find someone to take over."
Li Yunrui's brows slowly relaxed.
She looked at Wu Feng, who was squatting at her feet. His handsome face was full of flattery and obedience, but his eyes shone with intelligence.
She raised her hand, her cool fingertips gently brushing against Wu Feng's cheek.
[Ding~ Mood points +40!]
"Xiao Wuzi," her voice was so soft it could melt water, "you are really smart."
Wu Feng did not dodge, letting her fingers gently stroke his face.
Li Yunrui's fingertips slid down his cheek to his chin, gently lifting his face and forcing him to look at her.
Their eyes met in the bright light of the main hall.
A delicate smile slowly appeared on Li Yunrui's face, a smile that carried satisfaction, control, and a hint of inexplicable, morbid pleasure.
"Move in tonight and sleep in my palace, understand?"
Wu Feng immediately replied, "I understand, thank you, Your Highness."
Li Yunrui smiled gently and withdrew his hand.
She was very satisfied with Wu Feng's current attitude, or rather, she was very satisfied with Wu Feng's humble and ingratiating posture.
This feeling brought her joy from the bottom of her heart.
She turned to Chunmei, her voice regaining its usual gentleness:
"Before His Majesty returns to the capital, arrange for Lin Ruofu to be admitted to the Hanlin Academy as soon as possible."
"This servant understands," Chunmei immediately bowed in response.
Li Yunrui leaned back on the soft couch, closed her eyes, and seemed a little tired.
Wu Feng remained squatting at her feet, gently massaging her.
Sunlight streamed in through the carved wooden window, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Everything seemed so peaceful.
But Wu Feng knew that this was just the calm before the storm.
Ye Qingmei's death will usher in a new era.
Before this prelude begins, he must cling to Li Yunrui's coattails, acquire as much emotional value as possible, and become stronger as quickly as possible.