A Single Tie Of Long Hair Seals A Lifelong Commitment - Chapter 72.2

The deer flower [Lùzǐ] unfolded its green calyx in the pouring rain; the base of its petals was pure white, dotted with red spots. Rain threads drifted with the wind into the veranda, beating against the window lattice.

“Your Highness, open your eyes…”

The candles were still lit, and light and shadow flowed over the soft curtains.

Chen Liangyu’s hands clearly showed the bone structure and veins on the back, and her palm and the web between her thumb and forefinger had a layer of calluses, creating a rough friction when touching skin.

Xie Wenjun stiffened her back and gave a slight upward lift.

The Longning Guards stationed inside and outside the Qunfang Courtyard were changing shifts again.

She could hear the doors of the duty room constantly opening and closing with a crash, and the soldiers’ footsteps were as hurried and orderly as ever.

Chen Liangyu did not like the bed curtains to be lowered; the two layers of drapery were merely superfluous decorations. The bed was exposed in the spacious wing room, allowing one to see the moving figures outside the door and through the bright windows.

Xie Wenjun reached out to pull the ring of the bed curtain.

Chen Liangyu caught her wrist, propped herself up, and looked at her.

She wanted to ask Xie Wenjun why she had not gone to Dingbei City in Suizhou first to see her, but her timidity reached her mouth faster than her words.

The question sounded like an accusation.

Furthermore, on her current journey, it was indeed a shorter route for Xie Wenjun to arrive at Wuzhou first, and there was no proper reason why she had to take a detour to Suizhou.

“Your Highness, how long will you stay in the Northern Territories this time?”

Xie Wenjun slowly opened her eyes, hooked Chen Liangyu’s neck, rolled over, and inverted their positions, “What? Already trying to send me away? I didn’t expect that even with you right by my bed, you, General Chen, still dislike me so. Or are you afraid that I might discover some detailed irregularities in the funds and taxes of the three Northern Territories, Great Commander?”

“Your Highness may investigate as much as you like; what have I to fear? The longer you investigate, the better.” The eyes full of desire gazed at Xie Wenjun for a long time. She leaned in, rapidly kissing her on the eye, “Just be sure to investigate every single detail clearly and completely. I’ll wait for you to investigate.”

Xie Wenjun said, “Haven’t I already arrived?”

Chen Liangyu waved her hand, and the silk curtains flowed down, leaving only a layer of dim light and shadow.

Xie Wenjun ground her teeth, “Why is it that you don’t take off your own clothes?”

She grabbed Chen Liangyu’s leather belt and slowly untied it.

With the belt loosened, the clothes slightly parted.

Chen Liangyu allowed her to remove her outer garments, and her hand once again hooked Xie Wenjun’s back, sliding down to cover her inner thigh, and applying a slight outward force. Xie Wenjun then straddled her waist.

This posture made it easier for her to venture and explore.

A kiss landed on the position of Chen Liangyu’s heart.

That was Xie Wenjun’s answer.

“This question should be asked by me to you: Is this voluntary? Should we continue?”

“Yes, your servant is willing.”

Xie Wenjun heard this and grasped Chen Liangyu’s chin, speaking with a mixture of love and hate in such an awkward position, “Chen Liangyu, can you endure humiliation under the crotch, all for the sake of being a useful person?”

Many years ago, her phrase, “A useful person is the person in my heart,” had been like a branding iron, heated red and stamped onto her heart. Now, Chen Liangyu seemed to have finally discovered a more readily available “useful person” in the world.

Was the useful person of today still the person in her heart?

Xie Wenjun even felt a hint of a strange feeling: Could the person back then even be counted as someone she admired?

Not necessarily.

She had said she wanted to challenge the laws of this world, and the stakes she had placed on the table included herself.

Her people. Her marriage, her family background.

Her military talent and conquests, and the hundreds of miles of bloody paths she had carved out step by step.

Perhaps, also the submission on the bed at this very moment.

After the new Emperor ascended the throne, he had once hesitated over the matter of establishing an Empress: should he establish his first wife, or the person he truly wished to join hands with? Xun Xian had married another Xun family daughter to be a concubine of Prince Qi. On this fact alone, even though Xun Shuheng was the Emperor’s first wife, there were sufficient reasons not to establish her as Empress, and to only grant her a consort title was already an exceptional grace.

This would have fulfilled the promise of their youth, to establish Chen Liangyu as Empress.

What Xie Wenjun didn’t expect was that Chen Liangyu rejected her without batting an eye: “Compared to having one more consort in the harem, the world today needs a general who can defend the borders for His Majesty more.”

She saw through the Emperor’s many compromises after ascending the throne. As they were no longer walking the same path, she discarded the past like a hot potato, consciously retreating to the proper role of a “servant.”

At that time, Xie Wenjun saw through Chen Liangyu’s so-called admiration: how utterly fake it was.

This cold-hearted, cold-blooded creature.

The rhythm of her fingers gradually became regular.

Humiliation under the crotch? That phrase didn’t seem quite right here.

Chen Liangyu’s ears were burning hot, “I can endure it. I only fear Your Highness cannot endure it.”

Xie Wenjun’s pale arms climbed around her neck, burying her face low.

Chen Liangyu felt like laughing, and suddenly wanted to see Xie Wenjun’s face.

Who would have thought that the Princess Longning, who was so formidable in the daytime, demanding to seize the Shuofang trade route and recapture Nanzhou from her hands, would turn into an ostrich, lying in bed without her outer robes.

Only burying her face and enduring with her eyes tightly shut.

Chen Liangyu held the back of Xie Wenjun’s head and blocked their lips and teeth, accelerating the pace. She did not know how much time had passed; when she slowed down, Xie Wenjun’s hair roots were damp with sweat.

When Xie Wenjun thought everything was over, she fluttered her long eyelashes in surprise and slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she met was still Chen Liangyu’s eyes, full of tenderness.

Chen Liangyu reached out to smooth the fine hairs that had fallen by her ear, tucking them behind, and whispered to her, “Rest for a moment.” Chen Liangyu had not removed her undergarment; she was wearing a single white layer. Xie Wenjun’s dress was also still halfway on. She pressed against a single layer of thin fabric. Without fully naked visibility, the atmosphere beneath the red silk curtains seemed even more wanton and sensual.

Chen Liangyu asked, “Are you tired, Your Highness?”

Xie Wenjun was unwilling to admit that doing such things was indeed somewhat taxing. She hadn’t moved, so how could she claim to be tired?

She slowly shook her head.

Chen Liangyu heard her breathing even out slightly. She hugged the woman at her waist and laid her flat on the bed. Then she pressed close.

“Good, as long as you’re not tired.”

A flicker of panic crossed Xie Wenjun’s dark eyes. She propped up her arms and retreated backward, “Chen Liangyu…”

“Call me A-Li.”

Chen Liangyu grabbed her ankle, pulled her downward, and dragged her beneath her body, “Why does it look like I’m bullying you?”

Xie Wenjun’s eyes widened a little.

Just as she was about to say something, Chen Liangyu gave her no chance. The wind and rain outside the wing room showed signs of stopping, but not inside. Xie Wenjun truly found it difficult to bear; her eyes were moist, and she gasped for air.

“A-Li…”

The sound was like a tearful plea. More like begging.

The wind and rain that were about to cease outside began anew. This rain was rare; the three northern territories had been in a prolonged drought.

The drought demon had long been causing havoc, and as soon as Xie Wenjun arrived, the long drought was met with sweet rain.

A true star of fortune.

Chen Liangyu used the opportunity to lift Xie Wenjun’s ankles, parting her legs once more, “Your Highness, don’t leave. Stay.”

The room was filled with sensuality.

One could still hear gentle affection and soft coaxing.