Chapter 793- The Arrival of Queen in his Bed Chamber
The thought, the racing, greedy, shameful thought, was there. The image, the flash, the brief, involuntary image of herself, at Divine Transcendent realm, at Tianlong’s level, powerful enough to protect Brother Mu, powerful enough to destroy their enemies, powerful enough to never be vulnerable again — the image was there.
’If I... if I let him... if I become his... I could be the strongest woman in the dynasty. Stronger than my father. Stronger than my brothers. Strong enough to protect Brother Mu. Strong enough to—’
The image of Shen Mu. The sword brother. Her ally. The man she had trusted for years. The man she had secretly, quietly, without admitting it even to herself, come to care for. The face, the sharp, young, determined face, flashed in her mind.
"No," she said. Her voice was trembling. "You... this is taboo. But I..."
She cursed him. The word, the whispered, broken, frustrated curse, was there. She turned. And left. Her arms, hugging herself, were there. Her body, the slender, conflicted, trembling frame, walked away. Her eyes, the dark eyes, glimmered. With greed. With shame. With the knowledge that she wanted what he offered but could not bring herself to take it.
Her heart knew it was wrong. Her mind knew the price. But her body, her cultivation, her ambition — all of them whispered. ’More.’
~~ The Queen — The Price
The empress arrived.
Empress Lihwa, her melodic voice, her composed face, her emerald robes, was there. The corridor, the same corridor where the princess had just confronted Tianlong, was there. Her bow, the formal, empress-to-guest bow, was there.
"Thank you for helping my daughter break through, Emperor Tianlong," she said. Her voice was steady. The gratitude, the genuine, motherly gratitude, was there.
Tianlong, his gold-crimson eyes, on her, was there. The assessment, the brief, evaluative assessment, was there.
"You can simply get rest, Queen," he said. His voice was calm. The dismissal, the polite dismissal, was there. "It’s fine. You don’t have to worry."
"No," the empress said. Her voice was firm. The determination, the maternal determination, was there. "You not only hid the fact from the emperor about that commoner boy, but you also helped my daughter breakthrough. I don’t know how I can return this favor."
The words, the loaded, weighted, carefully chosen words, were there. The gratitude, the debt, the acknowledgment of obligation — all of it, was there.
Tianlong, his gold-crimson eyes, on her body, swept. The mature frame. The full boobs. The thick hips. The emerald robes. The face, the beautiful, composed, melodic-voiced face. The body of a woman who had borne children and ruled a province and maintained her beauty and her dignity.
"If the queen wants," he said. His voice was soft. The words, the direct, unqualified, non-negotiable words, were there. "Serve me on the bed tonight."
The empress, her melodic voice, the shock, was there. "What?"
The word, the single, gasped, shocked word, was there. Her face, the mature, composed face, the flush, the deep, crimson, full-face flush, was there. Her body, the mature frame, the tremor, was there.
"Now?" she whispered. Her voice was barely audible.
"Emperor would not know," Tianlong said. His voice was calm. Reasonable. The justification, the practical, political justification, was there. "Even if he does, he would want you to do it."
The words, the implication, the absolute, political, ruthless implication — that the emperor, for the political advantage of a daughter at Divine Integration, would sacrifice his wife’s body — were there.
"I will be waiting," he said. His voice was soft. Final.
He left. Walking. Toward the guest quarters. As if he had just ordered tea.
The empress stood. In the corridor. Alone. Her body, the mature, full frame, was there. Her face, the flushed, shocked, trembling face, was there. Her hands, the clasped, shaking hands, were there.
’Did he say that? Did he just...’
The thought, the racing, shocked, confused, flustered thought, was there. Her face, the burning, crimson, full-face burn, was there. Her hand, covering her mouth, was there.
’He is handsome. Very, very handsome. His body, his face, his eyes... I have never seen a man so...’
’But I am the empress. I am the wife of Emperor Yun. I am the mother of the princess. I cannot... I should not...’
’But he helped Yuexin. He protected her secret. He advanced her cultivation. And if I refuse... if he reveals the secret... if the emperor learns about the commoner boy...’
’And if I accept... if I serve him... what kind of woman am I?’
She stood. Trembling. Confused. Flushed. In the corridor. Alone.
~~ The Guest Chambers — Two Hours Later
The chambers were quiet.
Tianlong sat. On the edge of the bed, his body naked, his golden skin gleaming in the lantern light, his dark hair loose, his gold-crimson eyes closed. His cock, limp, rested on his thigh. The divine organ, even flaccid, was impressive. Eight inches soft. Thick. The head, even soft, was crimson.
He was meditating. The spiritual energy, the divine qi, flowed through his body. Through his meridians, through his dantian, through his bones, through his blood. The cultivation, the peak Divine Transcendent, was there. The wall, the barrier, the peak of the realm, was there. He needed something. Someone. A catalyst. A woman with a royal bloodline, with immortal qi, with the genetic heritage of the upper realm’s ruling class. To break through.
The women, his two concubines — Fengwan and Liu Mei — lay on the bed. Like frogs. On their stomachs, their legs spread, their arms at their sides. Their bodies, naked, were there. Fengwan’s full boobs, pressed into the silk. Liu Mei’s enormous tits, flattened beneath her. Their pussies, their anals, their four holes, were there. Leaking. His seed, the thick white divine cum, dripped. From their cunts. From their anals. The seed, the evidence of the fucking he had given them before meditating, was there.
The knock.
The sound, the soft, tentative, respectful knock, was there.
"Emperor Tianlong," the voice came. Melodic. Controlled. Trembling. "The queen has arrived."