Empress, Can I? [Transmigration + GL] - Chapter 46

After everyone had dispersed, the first thing Xuan Jingchi did upon returning to Chenyuan Palace was to bathe.

She pulled open her robe in the bath and looked down—there were indeed three red dots on her chest, like three crimson plum blossoms.

She couldn’t help but recall the words of the Red-robed Immortal: “I grant you three lives, protecting you from three calamities. This is a secret of heaven—you must not speak of it to anyone.”

Xuan Jingchi was overjoyed. This time, she had truly turned misfortune into blessing.

After confessing her identity and origins to the deities, she had unexpectedly received their favor. Not only had they given her three lives, but they had also bestowed upon her a spiritual power.

She didn’t know how to use this spiritual power, but at the time, she had seen the Red-robed Immortal raise a hand and point—a beam of white light flew from her fingertip and entered Xuan Jingchi’s body through her forehead.

Instantly, Xuan Jingchi felt her body become much lighter.

She knelt and kowtowed in gratitude to the two deities.

The Red-robed Immortal smiled faintly and asked her, “If you could fly, what would you most want to do?”

What would she want to do?

Xuan Jingchi hadn’t expected such a question. She blinked and spoke the first thought that came to mind: “If I could fly, I’d want to take the Empress to the rooftop and watch the moon with her.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Xuan Jingchi saw the Red-robed Immortal smile. Even the White-robed Immortal, who had remained silent with frost-like features, smiled slightly.

Looking at these two deities, the White-robed Immortal was transcendent and ethereal beyond question, while the other was radiantly beautiful, dressed in crimson, yet without a trace of seduction or ostentation—instead exuding an incomparable aura of solemn dignity that inspired reverence.

Then, looking at herself—alluring and coquettish—she felt ashamed in comparison, like dirt next to clouds.

The Red-robed Immortal said, “It seems you have someone you love. That is good. Love will make you kind, brave, and fearless.”

Thinking of this, Xuan Jingchi gazed at the other end of the vast bath—it must have been over ten meters away. If she could fly, she wondered if she could jump from one end to the other.

Xuan Jingchi took a few steps back, then sprinted forward and leaped from the edge of the pool. To her delight, she found herself soaring to a height she had never dared imagine before.

This must be what it felt like to be as light as a swallow.

As the misty water passed beneath her feet, Xuan Jingchi couldn’t help but smile, her heart brimming with joy. She was so happy that she didn’t notice what was ahead—until suddenly, with a loud thud, her forehead collided with a beam.

Like a deflated, clumsy bird, Xuan Jingchi plummeted straight down and landed heavily in the water.

Outside the bath, Nuanxiang and Chenxiang were startled by the noise and rushed in.

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty…”

Xuan Jingchi surfaced from the water, spitting out a mouthful in embarrassment. “It’s nothing, nothing. I slipped, just slipped…”

When Xuan Jingchi finished her bath and stepped out, Xiao Yueli immediately noticed the large red swelling on her forehead.

With a darkened expression, she questioned Nuanxiang and Chenxiang, “What happened? How did Her Majesty get injured? Is this how you serve your sovereign?”

Nuanxiang and Chenxiang dropped to their knees with a thud. “We beg Your Majesty’s forgiveness!”

Xuan Jingchi interjected, “It’s not their fault. I slipped and fell when I wasn’t paying attention. You might not know this, Empress, but I dislike having attendants present during my baths. They weren’t nearby at the time, but rushed in immediately when they heard the noise.”

She quickly instructed the two maids, “Nuanxiang, go to the Imperial Physician’s office and fetch a jar of healing ointment. Chenxiang, go to the Wen Yuan Pavilion and find me a book on divine legends and strange tales. I feel like reading one today.”

The two maids hastily obeyed and left.

Xiao Yueli understood this was a deliberate ploy to send them away, fearing she might punish them. Turning to the other palace attendants, she commanded, “All of you, leave.”

The remaining palace maids promptly exited, leaving only the two of them in the bedchamber within moments.

“Let me see,” Xiao Yueli said.

Xuan Jingchi, seated before the bronze mirror, turned around and leaned her head forward. “See? It’s not serious. Just a little bump.”

Xiao Yueli lifted Xuan Jingchi’s chin with her fingers, gently touching the wound on her forehead before softly tracing her eyebrows, eyes, and cheeks. Her fingertips were smooth and delicate, her movements exquisitely tender.

Xuan Jingchi initially wore a smile, but gradually her gaze grew warm and affectionate.

She felt as though she had been reborn.

She had finally seen Xiao Yueli again.

This time, she could look at her forever, embrace her, kiss her, and cherish her.

Suddenly seizing that hand, she pulled Xiao Yueli into her arms.

Caught off guard, Xiao Yueli tumbled into her lap.

Xuan Jingchi wrapped one arm around her waist and lowered her head to press a tender kiss to her lips.

Xiao Yueli closed her eyes, entwining her arms around Xuan Jingchi’s neck. Unlike her usual shyness during their kisses, she seemed to have longed for this moment, returning the kiss with fervent passion.

The bronze mirror reflected the enchanting scene of their intimate embrace.

That evening, Xuan Jingchi enjoyed her meal with renewed appetite.

For the past three days, she had barely eaten anything, only managing a few bites of plain rice at each meal under Xiao Yueli’s insistence.

Now that the worrisome matter of the prayer ceremony and evil dispelling had passed—and she had unexpectedly gained three lives and a spiritual power through divine blessing—her spirits lifted, and with them, her appetite returned.

She served Xiao Yueli dishes, choosing all her favorites, while Xiao Yueli reciprocated by selecting Xuan Jingchi’s preferred foods.

The palace attendants watching nearby couldn’t help but feel envious.

Though they thought the Empress was rather unfortunate—married to a woman who couldn’t give her children.

Although the Emperor was a woman, she was divinely chosen, exceptionally beautiful, and treated the Empress impeccably well.

This arrangement seemed quite nice for them.

After the meal, Xuan Jingchi said, “Chenxiang, go inform Meng Wan that I won’t be attending lessons today. If she asks, tell her I hit my head, and the Imperial Physician advised me to rest and avoid mental exertion.”

Chenxiang immediately understood—the Emperor was trying to skip class.

With a faint smile, she replied, “Understood, Your Majesty. I’ll make sure Minister Meng doesn’t come to teach.” With that, she withdrew.

Xiao Yueli shook her head. “Your servants are becoming increasingly informal. It’s all because you indulge them.”

Xuan Jingchi stuck out her tongue and chuckled.

She then said, “Empress, I’m going for a walk. You go ahead and bathe first.”

Turning to Nuanxiang, she added, “Attend to the Empress’s bath.”

Nuanxiang replied, “As you command.”

While the Empress was bathing, Xuan Jingchi dismissed all the attendants.

Alone under the moonlight, she began leaping about.

With the divine power bestowed upon her, her body was now astonishingly light and agile. With a single effortless jump, she landed atop a rockery—though she nearly tumbled off.

Next, she attempted to fly onto the rooftop. Pushing off lightly with her feet, she soared upward.

Having practiced martial arts and swordplay with Wang Zhan for several months, she had developed a solid foundation. Now, moving swiftly across the rooftops, she was as light as a swallow, not making a single sound.

Xuan Jingchi was ecstatic—she had become one of those roof-hopping masters from the movies!

Before long, Xiao Yueli emerged from her bath and idly picked up the book of divine legends.

Xuan Jingchi walked in and said, “Yueli, the moonlight is lovely tonight. Let me take you somewhere special.”

Without looking up, Xiao Yueli replied absentmindedly, “Where?”

“You’ll know when we get there.” Xuan Jingchi pulled her along insistently, practically dragging her out.

The moment Xiao Yueli stepped outside the palace doors, she sensed something amiss—there wasn’t a single attendant in sight, inside or out.

“Don’t look around. I sent them all away.”

“Why did you dismiss everyone?”

Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Yueli suddenly felt herself lifted off the ground as Xuan Jingchi swept her up in a bridal carry. She gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around Xuan Jingchi’s neck. Realizing how improper and embarrassing the position was, she blushed and said, “Put me down! What if someone sees?”

“Alright!” Xuan Jingchi smirked but instead of releasing her, leaped onto the rooftop with her in her arms.

Xiao Yueli felt the world spin and clung even tighter to Xuan Jingchi.

Once they reached the roof, Xuan Jingchi gently set her down.

Looking at Xiao Yueli, who was gripping her like a startled kitten, Xuan Jingchi laughed. “Empress, you can let go now.”

Xiao Yueli finally regained her composure, exhaled slowly, and gradually loosened her hold.

“This is the special place you mentioned?”

“Yep! The rooftop. Someone as dignified and refined as you must’ve never been up here before.”

Xuan Jingchi sat down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and whispered, “Yueli, isn’t the moon beautiful tonight?”

Leaning against her, Xiao Yueli looked up at the bright moon. Perhaps because they were so high up, the view was unobstructed—the majestic palace stretched endlessly under the moonlight.

Against the clear night sky, the moon seemed larger and brighter than usual, like a luminous white jade disc.

A gentle breeze wafted through the air, casting dappled shadows of flowers, while the fragrance of osmanthus drifted on the wind.

The air seemed to carry a hint of sweetness, soothing the heart and lifting the spirits.

Nestled in Xuan Jingchi’s embrace, she nodded and said, “It’s beautiful.”

Sitting on the rooftop like this, admiring the moon, seemed truly wonderful.

“Jingchi, when did your martial arts become so impressive?”

“It’s not my martial arts—it’s a spiritual power bestowed upon me by the Immortal Venerable.”

“Spiritual power? Why would the Immortal Venerable grant you such a thing?” Xiao Yueli was utterly astonished. That the deities hadn’t struck Xuan Jingchi down was already something to be grateful for, but to actually grant her spiritual power? It was an unimaginable blessing.

Xuan Jingchi looked up with a smile. “Not sure. Maybe because I’m good-looking.”

Xiao Yueli burst into laughter. “How shameless.”

Before she could finish speaking, soft lips sealed hers. Xiao Yueli gasped in shock and quickly pulled away. “You reckless fool! Someone might see!”

Xuan Jingchi ignored her, wrapping her arms around Xiao Yueli’s waist and kissing her again. “Who’s watching? I sent everyone away!”

No sooner had she spoken than Nuanxiang’s voice rang out, urgently calling, “Your Majesty! Your Majesty!”

Xiao Yueli’s face flushed crimson as she shoved Xuan Jingchi away.

Yet, in the next moment, a sudden gust of wind swept past her ears, followed by a dizzying sensation.

Xuan Jingchi carried her down from the rooftop in one swift motion. “Nuanxiang.”

Nuanxiang had been standing in the courtyard, calling out in distress, when a voice from behind startled her.

Turning around, she saw the Emperor holding the Empress in her arms and nearly jumped again, quickly lowering her head.

“We are retiring for the night. Stand guard outside—no one is to disturb us.”

Nuanxiang bowed respectfully. “As you command.”

Watching as the Emperor carried the Empress into the bedchamber, she even stepped forward to carefully close the doors before retreating.

Xiao Yueli’s face burned with embarrassment.

As Xuan Jingchi carried her step by step toward the bed, she faintly sensed what was to come, her heart pounding wildly…

Xuan Jingchi laid her down, her lips descending once more, kissing Xiao Yueli’s delicate, soft mouth.

Gradually, the kiss grew fervent, and in a trembling voice, Xuan Jingchi whispered, “Yueli, I love you!”

The lover’s most tender whispers sent Xiao Yueli’s heart trembling. She wrapped her arms around Xuan Jingchi’s neck, pressing their lips together tightly.

Feeling Xuan Jingchi deepen the kiss, she closed her eyes and lost herself in the passionate embrace.

As their lips and tongues entwined, both their breaths grew increasingly ragged.

The surrounding air gradually turned scorching hot, as if threatening to ignite them.

Xuan Jingchi finally released her lips with great reluctance, lowering her head to kiss Xiao Yueli’s neck while simultaneously undoing the sash at her waist.