Chapter 139: Finished Eating, Absolutely Delicious

Zhu Yu casually flicked his finger, and a surge of internal energy shot out from his fingertips, extinguishing the only bright lamp remaining in the room.

Although her eyes were closed, Wang Yuyan could still feel the change in the room's lighting. Her body, which had already begun to stabilize, trembled even more violently.

Lying down just now, Zhu Yu could clearly feel the entire bed shaking.

"Just how terrifying am I? You're practically going to shake the bed apart."

Zhu Yu's words still carried weight. As soon as he spoke, Wang Yuyan stopped trembling. Yet, though she stopped shaking, her breathing became noticeably faster, which was clearly audible.

It had been clear weather lately, with a bright moon hanging high outside. The ethereal moonlight spilled through the windows, filling the entire room. Bathed in the moonlight, Wang Yuyan, already exceptionally stunning, gained an extra layer of hazy beauty, causing Zhu Yu's index finger to twitch with sudden temptation.

To be honest, Zhu Yu had come here today with absolutely no intention of making a move on Wang Yuyan. He had once promised to wait until Wang Yuyan was willing of her own accord, and as an emperor, his word was worth a thousand pieces of gold.

Yet the scene before him was sheer temptation. This girl harbored ulterior motives!

Cursing inwardly, Zhu Yu turned around, placing his back to Wang Yuyan, and silently recited Amitabha in his heart.

However, with Zhu Yu's internal fire blazing at its peak, let alone Amitabha, even if someone handed him a Daoist Qingxin scripture capable of leading straight to the realm of Da Luo, it could not calm his restless heart.

Those few chants of Amitabha not only proved useless, but instead fueled the small flame in his heart even further. Annoyed, Zhu Yu flipped over once more, his hand accidentally brushing against Wang Yuyan's body.

This time, not only Wang Yuyan, but even Zhu Yu was startled, and the raging flame in his heart shrank considerably.

Quickly withdrawing his hand and taking advantage of the moonlight, Zhu Yu could clearly see a flush of crimson gradually spreading across Wang Yuyan's face.

Yet none of this was the most important thing. What surprised Zhu Yu was that Wang Yuyan showed no other reaction whatsoever. What was the meaning of this?

Zhu Yu could swear that Wang Yuyan was definitely awake. So this was it? Neither proactive nor rejecting?

Wang Yuyan's inaction was like pouring a layer of oil onto that already diminished little flame in Zhu Yu's heart. A raging wildfire began to scorch Zhu Yu's sanity.

Zhu Yu's hand unconsciously rested on the bed, sliding into the gap between his pillow-companion's quilt and the mattress. At the same time, Zhu Yu was still finding excuses for himself.

I haven't broken the promise I made. I said I would let her be willing, so I'm letting her be willing. But this is ancient times; how much courage does it take for a woman to seek love? Maybe she already agrees now. I'm just confirming it. The moment she shows the slightest sign of resistance, I will stop immediately.

Zhu Yu comforted himself in this manner while his hand had already crept up to Wang Yuyan's slender waist.

He could clearly feel that as his hand crawled up, Wang Yuyan's body gave a slight shudder, and then—nothing. There was no other reaction!

This sign made Zhu Yu's mind go numb. At this moment, he could no longer think, but his hand seemed to have developed a mind of its own, beginning to gallop across the battlefield.

It is worth mentioning here that the clothes of the ancients were truly easy to operate.

By the time Zhu Yu regained his senses, there was no longer any barrier between his hand and Wang Yuyan. At this moment, his hand was resting upon yesterday's 'pillow'.

I must say, today's pillow was larger and softer than yesterday's.

By this time, Wang Yuyan's complexion could no longer be described as crimson; it truly felt as though it was about to drip blood—and this was not a mere figure of speech.

Wang Yuyan had never received such treatment from childhood to the present. Her mindset previously had consistently been: I am already asleep, I know nothing, and so on.

Yet gradually, that alien hand beneath the quilt seemed to possess a magic of its own, traveling all the way and leaving behind invisible flames in its wake.

It was not just Zhu Yu whose sanity was being scorched; Wang Yuyan was burning as well. Perhaps due to her lack of martial arts training, Wang Yuyan's willpower was not as strong as Zhu Yu's.

That demonic hand had only wandered for a short while before Wang Yuyan could no longer hold back. Parting her rosy lips slightly, an extremely faint sound escaped from her throat, resembling the cries of a newborn kitten.

Although the sound was soft, Zhu Yu was, after all, a Grandmaster; how could he possibly fail to hear it?

This single sound acted like the straw that broke the camel's back, completely snapping the final thread in Zhu Yu's mind.

Hesitating no longer, concealing nothing, Zhu Yu sat up, while the quilt covering them had long since vanished to parts unknown.

The next second, Zhu Yu flipped over once more. Before long, bathed in the moonlight, a field of pristine whiteness lay beneath Zhu Yu—skin as smooth as jade, appearing almost luminous.

It involuntarily gave one the sensation of a fatal poison, yet drew one so deeply into its embrace that escape was impossible.

Looking at Wang Yuyan, who still kept her eyes closed, Zhu Yu could not help but chuckle softly. Then, leaning down, ([One ten-thousand words omitted here])...

As dawn approached, Zhu Yu could not help but sigh with emotion that the moonlight tonight was truly beautiful, and everything had fallen into place as naturally as a stream flowing into a river, feeling like a dream.

By noon the following day, Zhu Yu, already fully awake, did not get up. Resting his head on one hand, he gazed at the weary yet fast-asleep Wang Yuyan.

While admiring her beauty, Zhu Yu was simultaneously grumbling inwardly: I am still quite formidable; there is definitely something wrong with that girl Jiang Yuyan.

An hour later, Wang Yuyan slowly opened her eyes. The very first thing she saw upon waking was Zhu Yu's half-smiling face.

Wang Yuyan remained dazed for two seconds before reacting, quickly closing her eyes again. Her face heated up without any external fire, practically ripe to bursting.

Naturally, what followed was a series of tender and soothing consolations, after which the two of them shared a meal that could have been lunch or dinner.

During the meal, Wang Yuyan kept glancing at Zhu Yu. At first, Zhu Yu thought she was just feeling shy, but when the meal was nearly finished and she was still doing it, Zhu Yu realized she had something on her mind to say.

"You are now truly my imperial concubine, one person above tens of thousands. That's not just idle talk. If you have anything to say, just spit it out."

"I, I... since we have already become husband and wife in truth, I want to take you home to visit. You haven't met my mother yet."

Saying this, Wang Yuyan cautiously glanced at Zhu Yu's expression before continuing, "A-and, since I am already yours, the matters of the past naturally no longer count. I will try my best to forget them, but I still want to see my cousin one last time. I wonder if that is allowed?"

After listening to Wang Yuyan, Zhu Yu closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment. When he opened them again, his face was already wreathed in smiles.

"Is that all? You stammered and hesitated; I thought it was some major issue. I grant it. Give me a few days, and I'll accompany you there. Murong Fu and your family are both in Gusu anyway, so we can visit them on the way."

Although according to protocol, it should have been Wang Yuyan's family entering the palace to pay homage to Zhu Yu, his affection for Wang Yuyan was currently at its peak, so he readily agreed to this small request.

As for Murong Fu? Being jealous was out of the question. Upon learning that Murong Fu had allied with Ren Woxing and Zhu Yuanzhang, he was already considered a dead man in Zhu Yu's heart.

"Thank you. But if we go to Gusu, we might only see my mother alone. A long time ago, Cousin received an invitation to attend the Linglong Go Game at Lingshu Mountain a month and a half from now."

"The Linglong Go Game? How interesting."