Xu Rong smiled and said, "That's right, this is Feng Mou Palace, the bedroom of the Empress who rules the world with her motherly virtues." After finishing speaking, Xu Rong turned to face Chu Lianruo, with a determined light in his deep eyes: "Lianruo, do you know my thoughts?"

  At this time, Chu Lian's face had regained its calmness. Upon hearing Xū Róng's words, a surge of indescribable sarcasm arose in her heart. She had known that such a day would come, but she hadn't expected him to choose this place.

  Chu Lian said with downcast eyes: "This humble concubine does not know."

  He didn't say anything else, just savored the ordinary, reciting Chu Lianruo's name: "Lianruo, Lianruo, beautiful as a lotus." After finishing, he laughed loudly and said: "Chu Tan is indeed talented, his name is well-chosen, matching you, such a beauty."

  Upon hearing this, Chu Lian's face turned slightly red, and her eyes became even more alluring, with a hint of shyness. The greed in Xun Rong's eyes intensified as he gazed at her.

  He once praised her in the same way: "With a heart as bright as a mirror, and a beauty that shines from within, this solitary empress is truly a stunning woman, with both inner and outer beauty." Fate is indeed ironic.

  Chu Lian bowed slightly and said: "Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty."

  Her figure is slender and lithe, her waist weak and willowy, and every movement she makes seems to carry a hint of seductive charm.

  Xu Rong turned around and walked towards the intricately carved red sandalwood chair with a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, which was placed at the main seat of the Fengjiu Palace. Her fingers lightly tapped on the surface of the nearby table as she lowered her gaze, not looking at Chu Lian, yet asked: "Do you envy Xun Gui Ren?"

  Chu Lian's face turned red with shyness, as if she was too shy to speak, but after a moment of hesitation, she finally blushed and said: "Being able to enter the palace to serve by the emperor's side is naturally a good fate. I, a lowly concubine, am not as talented as my sister, so I don't have such good luck."

  When Xū Róng heard Chu Liǎn Ruò's words, he raised the corner of his mouth in a smile and looked at the woman in green clothes in front of him, his eyes gleaming: "What if I were to give you this opportunity too?"

  Chu Lian heard this and hastily knelt down saying: "Your Majesty absolutely mustn't make such a joke."

  His gaze suddenly solidified, and he stood up abruptly, walking towards Chulianruo. His eyes were deep and solemn as he said, "I'll use my actions to tell you that I'm not joking." As soon as the words fell, Chulianruo felt herself being swept off her feet and into his arms. She looked up to see a thick desire in the man's eyes.

  It was just a few steps before they arrived at the red silk tent of Fengyou Palace. Chu Lian Ruo already knew what Xuyou wanted to do, and a sense of disgust rose up in her heart for no reason.

  She raised her eyes and looked at the face in front of her, hiding the hatred hidden in her eyes, with a calm expression. "Is the Emperor really this kind of person who uses force?"

  Xu Rong's hand, which was originally reaching for the waistband of Chu Lian's skirt, suddenly stopped in mid-air. As if she didn't dare to believe it, Xu Rong lowered her head and looked at the woman on the bed.

  The woman in front of her had long since lost the panic on her face, and instead was as calm as water. Chu Lian's eyes were firm, but that firmness also carried a hint of cunning.

  His eyes sank, his hands stopped moving, but his gaze was deep and unfathomable, with no discernible joy or anger.

  Chu Lian felt a little flustered in her heart, and she understood Xiurong all too well, but at this moment, she couldn't judge whether he would give up because of her provocative behavior. If he really forced himself on her, it was also unavoidable. However, thinking about having that kind of filthy thing happen with him made Chu Lian feel nauseous in her heart.

  The two of them stood there for a while, and Xiurong saw that Chulian had no intention of backing down in her eyes. The calm face from before actually revealed a hint of a smile instead. In the past, women would fight to climb into his bed, but she refused him. How interesting.