Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

Chapter 420: The Little Palace Maid Reluctant to End Her Life (27)

A month after the Crown Prince and Crown Princess’ wedding, the Emperor passed away and the entire nation mourned.

The crown prince naturally ascended the throne and became emperor, and the crown princess was canonized as queen.

The coronation ceremony and the queen-making ceremony were held simultaneously.

The emperor and empress ascended the high throne hand in hand to receive the court. They stood side by side, their hands tightly clasped together under the cover of their wide sleeves.

It was difficult for Qin Huai to describe his mood at the moment.

Fine and dense tremors burst out in the heart, running rampant in the blood like a bird.

It made him unable to calm down.

Especially at night.

The bedroom is brightly lit with candles.

Mu Zhou was pinched by the waist and pressed on the chaise longue, with his black hair hanging down almost touching the ground.

Her face flushed, and she was still trying to refuse:

"Your Majesty, aren't you tired today?"

There were so many steps involved in the coronation ceremony, and preparations began early in the morning, taking the entire day.

How come he still has so much energy?

Qin Huai buried his head in her collar, his voice unclear:

"Zhou'er, you'll know whether I'm tired or not in a moment."

The court dress was lifted up, and Mu Zhou completely gave up struggling and just wrapped his delicate arms around his neck.

The chaise longue wasn't very spacious, and she was always worried about falling off.

Qin Huai propped himself up slightly, tilted his head and bit the soft flesh on the inside of her arm. His eyes, which were usually cold and indifferent, were also stained with a hint of scarlet desire.

Mu Zhou felt both pain and itch from the bite, and couldn't help but let out a soft cry, glaring at him in reproach.

Qin Huai felt his whole body getting hot from her stare, and he couldn't help but bend down and kiss her lips.

He sucked the tip of her ear again, his voice hoarse and panting:

"Zhou'er, today is the day you and I become empress. It's our wedding night, so we can't show favoritism to one."

Speaking of the bridal chamber, Mu Zhou thought of the night they got married. Her heart felt warm and the restlessness spread uncontrollably.

Qin Huai acted foolishly for a long time that day.

He said that the wedding night is different from ordinary nights, it should be extremely romantic and leave unforgettable memories.

So he sacrificed his male beauty to seduce Mu Zhou and made her cooperate in many embarrassing things.

Thinking of this, Mu Zhou's nerves were trembling with shame.

Qin Huai looked at her and his Adam's apple rolled.

He liked seeing her so shy.

His impudent eyes made Mu Zhou's heart burn. She buried herself in Qin Huai's neck, trying to avoid his extremely aggressive gaze.

But Qin Huai held her cheeks and pressed her back onto the chaise longue, kissing her lips closely and closely, leaving her no chance to hide.

He pinched Mu Zhou's slender waist, and she let him control her softly.

This made Qin Huai's heart even more frantic.

His uncontrolled heartbeat was so intense that even Mu Zhou could feel it.

She couldn't help but scratch his arm, leaving a light red mark.

His arms were exceptionally strong from years of martial arts training. Even if Mu Zhou tried so hard, it seemed difficult to really hurt him. Instead, he could only let out a few muffled groans.

The throbbing grew again.

Mu Zhou's luxurious court robes were not completely taken off, and were still half hanging around her waist. The solemn red contrasted greatly with her creamy skin.

Fair and tender skin is particularly fragile and easily marked.

Every time Qin Huai's rough fingertips passed by, red marks would appear, and Qin Huai's eyes would turn red.

He propped himself up, put his arm around Mu Zhou's waist and carried him back to the bed, then casually waved his hand to remove the hook.

The heavy curtains were drawn down, separating a small space.

Mu Zhou's heartbeat quickened slightly, and the unique aura belonging to Qin Huai came towards her from all directions, enveloping her tightly.

She tried to beg for mercy with a tearful voice, but it only made him become even more unscrupulous.

In the end, I could only call him by his name out of shame and anger:

"Qin Huai!"

Qin Huai naturally wouldn't be angry, and he didn't care about her "unruly" behavior.

He just lowered his head and kissed away the tears that overflowed from the corners of Mu Zhou's eyes, and responded to her slowly:

"Well, my husband is here."

Normally, when Qin Huai saw her crying, he would feel so distressed that he wanted to hold his heart in front of her.

But her crying at this moment would only make the wildness in his heart even more out of control.

Mu Zhou's small body was so delicate and weak that he seemed like he would fall down if pushed. How could he let him go?

Qin Huai kissed her lips again, hooked her tongue tip, and ground every inch carefully.

Mu Zhou frowned and had difficulty breathing. Finally, she couldn't help but put her little hand on his chest and struggled.

This time Qin Huai did not force it.

He moved away from Mu Zhou's already swollen lips, held her little hand and put it to his lips and continued kissing.

From the fingertips to the slender fingers, and then to the soft palms, kiss them one by one.

The slight itch made Mu Zhou shiver uncontrollably.

She opened her tear-stained almond-shaped eyes and looked at Qin Huai, who was hanging over her and kissing her fingertips intently.

Qin Huai undoubtedly has a good appearance.

He is elegant and handsome, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The shallow scar on his chest adds a touch of masculinity and strength to him.

Mu Zhou looked at him a few more times and happened to meet Qin Huai's gaze.

The moment they looked at each other, Qin Huai's eyes darkened...

In the end, Mu Zhou almost fell asleep sobbing.

*

Life in the harem was extremely comfortable.

The biggest change for Mu Zhou was moving from a big yard to an even bigger yard.

The concubines of the late emperor all moved to the dowager's residence and kept a low profile, leaving Mu Zhou's family the only one in power in the harem.

After a series of turmoil, the previous dynasty has gradually returned to peace. After seeing Qin Huai's skills, the officials all kept their tails between their legs and behaved themselves.

Some people also thought about reaching out to the harem and asking Qin Huai to take in more concubines, but after Qin Huai's warning, they all gave up the idea.

The former dynasty was at peace, but that did not necessarily mean the same for the harem.

That day, Mu Zhou felt the house was too stuffy, so he went to the pavilion to get some fresh air and enjoy the snow.

After a moment of absent-mindedness, I fell into a warm embrace.

The cloak wrapped her tightly from behind, and Qin Huai leaned over to touch her delicate face:

"Why are you here in such a cold weather?"

Qin Huai glanced at the palace servants serving beside him, with a look of cold reproach between his eyebrows.

Without waiting for those people to apologize, Mu Zhou pushed his chest without much effort and said angrily:

"Your Majesty, why are you trying to scare them? I just want to get some fresh air. I'll go back when I get cold."

Qin Huai immediately put away his cold demeanor and softened his tone:

"I'm afraid you've caught a cold."

As he spoke, he picked the person up and walked towards the bedroom.

Mu Zhou habitually put his arms around his neck, leaned against him, and rubbed his neck.

Qin Huai benefited greatly from such dependence.

*

Behind the curtain, Mu Zhou bit his lip, and his white fingers exerted a little force, wrinkling the satin quilt beneath him.

She rested her head on the slender arms, trembling uncontrollably.

The snow-white spine is clearly visible, and the curve of the butterfly bones is particularly eye-catching.

Even in such a cold winter time, my skin is covered with a layer of fine and dense sweat beads.

Qin Huai's large, bony palm rested on her waist, rubbing it gently a few times before slowly moving upwards...