I've Decided To Be This Tyrant's Dark Moonlight - Chapter 62

The emperor’s waist was slim, her hips high and rounded, sticking out almost deliberately.

She tilted her head, her dark eyes fixed on Wei Ying, silently questioning, “Can you handle this?”

A real woman, of course, couldn’t say no. Wei Ying tilted her head, propping herself on the bed, and looked down at the emperor: “Your Majesty, do you really want to be punished?”

The emperor’s ears flushed red, and in a soft voice said, “I’ve done wrong. Won’t Ying punish me?” As she spoke, she pressed herself closer to Wei Ying, writing the words “Hurry, hit me” across her expression.

Wei Ying steeled herself and slapped her twice. The slap slap sounds rang out before she quickly withdrew her hand, her palm burning.

She wasn’t pure anymore! She was tainted!

The emperor let out an ah of slight disappointment and whispered, “That’s it? Already over? So fast.”

Wei Ying thought: …that sounded like she was scolding her for being weak.

And why did the emperor still look unsatisfied?

“Your Majesty,” Wei Ying said with a sly smile, “do you want to continue?”

Yun Shao lay sideways on the bed, tilting her head to smile softly at Wei Ying, her black eyes fixed on her but saying nothing.

Wei Ying ruffled the emperor’s head; her hair was soft and plush, like stroking a stuffed toy. Originally, she had intended to punish the emperor with the ruler so she couldn’t attend tomorrow’s court, but as she ruffled her hair, her mind changed. “Your Majesty, there’s early court tomorrow, so don’t cause trouble.”

Wei Ying got off the bed, and Yun Shao immediately grabbed the hem of her clothing: “Ying, are you leaving?”

Before Wei Ying could answer, she continued, “I’ll behave. I won’t cause trouble anymore. Don’t go.”

Wei Ying looked at the emperor sitting on the bed. She raised her small face, showing a nervous expression, clutching the girl’s hem like a child holding a bright candy.

Children often treasure seemingly trivial things—like a candy wrapped in colorful paper or a common enamel doll. Things that adults consider cheap and ordinary, children hold as rare treasures.

Wei Ying pursed her lips, thinking: but the emperor is no longer a child. She didn’t need to cling to the ordinary grape arbor or the pond outside the house from the past. Now that she was the ruler of vast lands, she should realize that the memories of youth, like those colorful candies, may seem beautiful but hold little value.

No need to clutch them as treasures.

The corners of Yun Shao’s eyes reddened as she whispered, “Ying, stay and accompany me, okay?” Again she emphasized, “I promise not to act up.”

Wei Ying patted her head, opened the lampshade, and blew out the flickering flame. “I’m just coming down to put out the light.”

They lay down on the bed together.

The other person’s breathing was calm and even. Wei Ying gazed into the dense darkness and softly said, “Your Majesty?”

The emperor immediately replied, “Ying, I’m here.”

Wei Ying held back for a long time before finally asking, “Your Majesty, why do you… um, like being punished?”

Such a strange preference; no one would believe it.

The emperor was silent for a long while, then said, “Because then, Ying can touch me.” Her eyes widened, as if she’d accidentally revealed a secret, then continued, “Pain makes one feel real… and happy.”

Wei Ying: ???

She could understand the “real” part, but how could it be pleasurable?

It seems OR2 really does have strange habits!

Yun Shao tilted her body, her warm breath brushing Wei Ying’s ear. “Ying, your face is red.”

Wei Ying rolled aside, taking most of the blanket with her. “I’m just hot!”

Yun Shao squeezed herself under the blanket. As Wei Ying tried to roll away again, she sighed lightly, “Actually…”

Wei Ying looked up, immediately curious like a little cat. “Actually what?”

Yun Shao pressed her head into Wei Ying’s shoulder, smiling softly, “When I was little, I wanted to be closer to you, but you were like clouds in the sky, too far away.”

Too distant and ethereal, like a dream of lying under the flower trees in youth.

Taking advantage of Wei Ying’s distraction, Yun Shao slowly moved closer, pressing tightly against her skin. “I thought, if I could be just a little closer, you might notice me. So I deliberately misbehaved sometimes, hoping you could… touch me.”

Wei Ying pursed her lips. “I… no, did that… teacher not treat you well?”

Yun Shao nuzzled her, smiling: “Teacher was always very good. I just wasn’t good enough. Being punished by him, I was very happy.” She curved her eyes and whispered, “Whatever teacher did to me, I was pleased.”

Wei Ying: “…There are many ways to be close; it doesn’t have to be through punishment.”

Yun Shao’s fingers sneaked across her body. “There are many ways… do you want to try others?”

Wei Ying grabbed her hands. “Your Majesty, sleep.”

Yun Shao: “Mm-hmm.”

Wei Ying heard this and remembered the time at the Summer Resort when Zhang Tianshi had smiled back at her, instantly giving her goosebumps. She pinned the fidgeting emperor down with her long legs. “Won’t you sleep properly?”

Yun Shao hummed twice. “I can only sleep if Ying touches me.”

Wei Ying smiled, picked up a fallen belt, and skillfully tied the emperor’s hands behind her back. She patted her head. “Your Majesty likes punishment, right? This is punishment.”

She turned the emperor to face the wall and lay down on the other side.

Yun Shao, hands bound, struggled to adjust, trying to move closer to Wei Ying.

Seeing her movements, Wei Ying’s lips curved briefly before tightening. She turned to the other side, ready to sleep, and closed her eyes. Soon she heard the emperor’s cautious voice:

“Ying… Ying, are you asleep?”

Wei Ying: “…Are you rapping again, Your Majesty?”

Yun Shao’s eyes shone in the darkness. “Ying, I’ve pressed my hands down.”

Wei Ying opened her eyes and saw that the emperor, originally lying sideways against the wall, had finally managed to lie flat and pressed her hands down again.

Wei Ying sighed, pressing her back to turn her sideways. “Don’t move, sleep properly.”

Yun Shao blinked, looking pitiful. “Don’t make me face the wall, okay?”

Wei Ying: “No.”

Yun Shao: qaq

Wei Ying closed her eyes again. Soon she heard rustling, quietly observing the emperor.

The emperor struggled, trying to turn to lie facing Wei Ying. She kicked, rolling into Wei Ying’s embrace.

Wei Ying: …

Yun Shao looked up in panic, her black eyes moist. “Did I disturb you?”

Wei Ying wrapped her arms around her waist and unfastened the belt with one hand. “Sleep.”

Yun Shao lowered her head, softly “Mm,” obediently keeping still. Wei Ying’s hand lingered on the emperor’s slim, soft waist.

She hesitated a moment, withdrew her hand, and heard a faint sigh.

Wei Ying: “…Stop sighing. Sleep.”

Yun Shao: “Mm-hmm,” wriggling closer.

“Don’t mutter in my ear tonight!”

Yun Shao bit her lip. “Then Ying can’t care about the Prince of Luling either.”

Wei Ying, puzzled: When did she care about him? Well, considering the mission… maybe a little. She suddenly realized: wait, if the emperor gets jealous now, hasn’t the mission already failed?

Damn it, it’s all the Prince of Luling’s fault!

Yun Shao tugged at Wei Ying’s sleeve, whining, “Ying, why are you distracted again? Is the Prince of Luling better than me? Do you remember him?”

Wei Ying’s heart skipped a beat, frowning. Could it be that she had some past connection with the Prince of Luling?

She pulled up the blanket. “Enough, sleep!”

Yun Shao: sour.

In the Jade Dew Hall, the lamps never went out.

Cui Wu leaned against the beauty’s couch, holding a book, sighing in frustration. Lately, the empress had been staying in her quarters more, rarely dealing with palace affairs alongside her. Qian Qiuyue hadn’t released new books, and Ying had grown close to the emperor, with less interaction with Qian Xue…

Life felt directionless, like a small boat adrift at sea, lacking power!

Ying and the emperor… were perfect together, but what about Qian Xue? Was she forgotten?

The virtuous consort clutched her handkerchief, displeased. She had promised to protect their friendship, but now she watched them drift apart. Would they become enemies one day? She couldn’t let this happen!

At that moment, a palace maid brought a copper basin. “Madam, I will assist you in washing.”

Cui Wu immersed her hands in the warm water. Looking up, she was surprised: “Dong Gu?”

Dong E was the Empress Dowager’s attendant, widely respected in the hall.

Cui Wu asked, puzzled: “Why are you here? Where’s Granny Zhang?”

Dong E carefully wiped the consort’s hands with a cloth. “Granny Zhang is unwell, so I came instead.”

Cui Wu nodded. “Is it serious? Has a doctor seen her?”

Dong E: “She’s seen a doctor. It’s nothing serious.”

In fact, it wasn’t illness at all—Dong E wanted to subtly observe the current relationships among the three women in Jade Dew Hall while attending to the consort.

She noticed that earlier, when the emperor summoned Duan Wei Ying, the virtuous consort showed signs of melancholy. Now, sitting alone, she must be dissatisfied with the emperor favoring these two consorts.

Perfect timing to sow discord!

Over the past year in Jade Dew Hall, Dong E had endured much, as had the Empress Dowager. Seeing an opportunity for chaos, a smile appeared on her lips. While assisting the consort, she casually said, “Recently, the two ladies have truly enjoyed imperial favor. When I came last year, they had just entered the palace. This year, they’re already consorts.”

Cui Wu smiled faintly. “The two younger sisters naturally are excellent.”

But thinking of their potentially “falling out” in the future, she sighed with melancholy.

Dong E: !!!

The virtuous consort spoke, clearly dissatisfied with the emperor favoring the two concubines. Perfect opportunity!

Dong E concealed her excitement, feigning a sigh: “Indeed, the emperor has never favored anyone so greatly. Recently, it seems he likes Ying more, often calling her to the Yangxin Hall, rarely calling Xiao Jieyu.”

Cui Wu frowned, even more troubled.

Dong E glanced at her knowingly, implying something. “The harem should ideally share his favor. Xiao Jieyu seems rather worn out lately.”

The virtuous consort’s eyes lit up, like finding an ally. “Yes! The harem should share affection equally!” She grasped Dong E’s sleeve. “Don’t you also feel that without Ying, Qian Xue seems much more fatigued? Don’t you think they should always be together?!”

Dong E: Huh?

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