In She Ji’s sea of consciousness, Yan Yan heard her mother concubine’s words and pouted dismissively.
She had told Mother Concubine to go cozy up to Father Emperor, and Mother Concubine had obediently gone along with it. But when she told Mother Concubine to possess him, all she got back was a curt “Scram.”
Hmph!
The Myriad Snake Queen also sensed the flaw in her own excuse and quickly added,
“This Queen was so annoyed by her that I had no choice but to come deal with her myself.”
Yan Yan immediately wanted to expose her mother concubine’s true colors to Father Emperor upon hearing that. But she discovered her mental fluctuations couldn’t pass through anymore, and the outside scene had grown blurry.
Because her mother concubine had sealed the sea of consciousness.
—What came next wasn’t suitable for young eyes.
Yan Zhen glanced at the scale on the Myriad Snake Queen’s forehead between her brows, curiosity flickering in him, though he held back from asking.
“So that’s how it is.”
“Exactly. Now turn around first.”
Yan Zhen obediently turned his back to her, but his sharp ears caught every sound: the bath towel dropping to the floor, her footsteps as she stepped into the pool, even the soft splashes as she waded closer. Her aura drew nearer and nearer, reminding him of a snake slithering silently up behind its prey before striking with lethal suddenness when it was close enough!
Sure enough, a pair of slender, lotus-like arms wrapped soundlessly around Yan Zhen’s waist from behind. Two generous swells of soft flesh pressed firmly against his back, and She Ji’s icy, seductive aura enveloped him completely.
“She Ji, what are you doing?”
The Myriad Snake Queen’s red lips brushed almost against Yan Zhen’s earlobe as she murmured,
“The score from this afternoon still hasn’t been settled with you. Did you really think you could get away with offending this Queen that easily?”
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Yan Zhen’s forehead. Hadn’t everyone tacitly agreed to let it slide? Why dredge it up now?
“You struck first—and you even egged me on to mess around with Yun Xiu.”
The Myriad Snake Queen’s cheeks flushed pink.
“You had that reaction all on your own. This Queen only stepped in to help you because—”
Yan Zhen muttered under his breath,
“I only reacted that way because your body’s just too damn sexy.”
“You—hmph! Like right now?”
Her small hand slid downward with pinpoint precision. Circling Finger Tenderness unfurled, soft yielding against hard, and Yan Zhen sucked in a sharp breath.
A smug curve lifted the corner of the Myriad Snake Queen’s lips. Her red lips parted, her voice a siren’s whisper.
“Don’t you like Yun Xiu? Then why do you react to this Queen?”
Yan Zhen flushed slightly.
“Any guy would lose control with you acting like this.”
“What a lame excuse. If you truly loved Yun Xiu, no other woman touching you would stir a thing. But this Queen barely lays a finger on you, and you’re already burning up. It just proves you’re only after her looks.”
—I didn’t do it, it wasn’t me, I’m not that sleazy!
“…You’re not being reasonable. I’m done talking.”
“Then don’t talk.”
The Myriad Snake Queen nipped his earlobe and began to suckle it. Her small hands worked his sensitive spots with expert skill.
Yan Zhen rarely encountered such teasing. It wasn’t long before a tingling numbness spread through his lower back.
But just as he teetered on the edge—like a Squirtle ready to blast out its Water Gun—the Myriad Snake Queen stopped cold. She pulled her hands away, her lips left his ear, and she even created some distance so that the generous swells of her chest no longer brushed his back.
“Eh?”
Yan Zhen froze in place. It felt like his Squirtle had gotten lodged in his throat; not a drop would come out. The built-up tension ebbed away entirely.
—She was playing him!
Yan Zhen whipped his head around to stare at the Myriad Snake Queen. She acted as if nothing had happened, standing there in the pool with her back to him, putting her stunning figure on full display.
Fragrant shoulders flowed into a smooth, powdery back and a sinuous water-snake waist.
Plump rear, lotus-like arms, and endlessly long legs.
Her raven hair cascaded like a waterfall, veiling that forbidden juncture just so.
The Myriad Snake Queen lightly raised her hands, and the hot water gathered in midair to form a hovering orb before cascading down over her head. It stirred up a veil of drifting white mist.
The water soaked her tresses and trailed along her flawless skin back into the pool, carrying a heady, unique fragrance with it.
She Ji’s hands glided tenderly over her own body—from her fragrant shoulders, down her arms, all the way to her fingertips. Every motion oozed supreme allure and seduction.
Sensing his gaze from behind, the Myriad Snake Queen glanced over her shoulder and flashed him a smile.
Gulp.
Yan Zhen swallowed hard. A single thought blazed through his mind:
She’s seducing me!
The fire of desire she’d stoked roared to life. As if possessed, Yan Zhen rose unsteadily from the water and closed the distance step by step until he pressed flush against her rear.
The Myriad Snake Queen’s lithe body gave the tiniest quiver, a flicker of secret delight blooming in her heart. Yet her voice stayed cool and detached.
“Offending the Female Monarch is a capital crime.”
Yan Zhen kept his head bowed in silence, his bangs shadowing his eyes like a stubborn child’s. He thrust his hips forward, prodding her plush rear once more.
“Aren’t you afraid Yun Xiu will get jealous?”
Yan Zhen offered no reply. He just kept poking, his meaning plain as day.
“What a naughty little thing.”
The corner of the Myriad Snake Queen’s mouth hooked up in a faint smile. She turned to face him, her legs clamping around his waist as her arms looped his neck. She leaned in and claimed his lips with her own.
The bathwater churned into surging waves that swirled around them, artfully concealing everything below their waists.
By the time the ripples died down, Yan Zhen’s pounding heart had steadied. His arms encircled the water-snake waist of his future wife, his face buried in the valley of her breasts as he panted softly.
The Myriad Snake Queen stroked his back with gentle tenderness—the same way he’d once caressed her in her previous life. Their reversed roles filled her soul with a Mystic, unprecedented fulfillment.
“You’ve gone and committed the crime of deceiving the sovereign, young man~ Whatever shall this Queen do to punish you?”
Yan Zhen brimmed with guilt but steeled himself to reply,
“No matter what you say, I won’t become your consort. Even if we end up married someday, I’ll be the one taking you as my wife!”
“Taking this Queen as your wife? And what makes you think you can?”
“I’ll grow stronger—strong enough to protect both you and Yan’er.”
Warmth flooded the Myriad Snake Queen’s heart. Her mind flashed to their previous life, when he’d stood before her and their daughter, flames wreathing his body like an emperor lording over fire itself. With utter dominance, he’d bellowed at the traitors,
“Whoever dares touch my women dies!”
And he’d made good on it, crushing every enemy who opposed her.
From then on, he’d never gone back on his word. He’d shielded her and their daughter without fail—a husband she could be truly proud of.
—The only downside was his mountain of romantic entanglements. Even Yun Xiu, that lingering thread from his first love, remained.
Which was why she, reborn, had to pull out every trick to seduce her husband and reclaim his body and heart from that first love ahead of schedule.
The Myriad Snake Queen let out a cold snort.
“We’ll see once you’ve gotten stronger. Until then, you’re this Queen’s consort.”
Yan Zhen pouted dismissively, thinking to himself, “My Consort,” my ass—you’ll be taking it in all three holes soon enough. Just you wait!
Once he refined the Great Crimson Heaven Flame and completed his body tempering, he’d be utterly unstoppable (in bed)!
