Chapter 507 - 285: This Blame Is a Bit Heavy, Let the Emperor Take It

Chapter 507: Chapter 285: This Blame Is a Bit Heavy, Let the Emperor Take It

That one sentence kept Yun Zhao from sleeping well all night. She lay in her curtained bed in the dead of night, turning on her side to watch Feng Yi. The lamplight filtered through the canopy, spilling across his face. No matter how she looked at him, she found him handsome.

Feng Yi wasn’t made of wood; of course, he could feel her gaze. He sighed softly and covered Yun Zhao’s eyes with his hand. "Hurry up and sleep."

At his age, he was full of vigor. He had been so busy with court affairs recently that he had no time for romantic dalliances. Now that he had some leisure, he was holding back out of concern for her pregnancy, yet here she was, teasing him.

Lying close to Feng Yi, Song Yunzhao quickly felt the change in his body and fell silent for a moment.

’Come to think of it, the Emperor has been abstinent for a few months now,’ she thought. ’A man focused on his career naturally wouldn’t have time for such things, but hasn’t that work come to a stopping point?’

’Even though I never married in my past life, I knew a thing or two from living in a society with easy access to information. Still, I’ve never experienced a situation like this and have no practical knowledge. I even had to shamelessly consult Nanny Yu about it.’

’So, the question is, should I make a move?’

’Once I reach the later stages of pregnancy, I’ll have to be abstinent again. I can endure it, but can an idle Emperor?’

’Maybe he can, maybe he can’t.’

’It’s best to nip any danger in the bud. I’m not one to withstand temptation, and what if the Emperor isn’t either?’

’In that case, I’d better put in a little effort. Time to make a move.’

Song Yunzhao was a woman of action. Just as the thought crossed her mind, she acted on it, wrapping her arms around Feng Yi’s neck and kissing him.

Feng Yi: ...

"You’re pregnant. You need to take care of your body."

If his breathing had been a little steadier as he spoke, Song Yunzhao might have actually believed he was the reincarnation of Liu Xia Hui—a true gentleman who could remain unmoved with a woman in his lap.

"I already asked Nanny Yu. She said it’s fine as long as we’re gentle..." Song Yunzhao buried her head in Feng Yi’s chest, her face flushing red. ’This is the first time in two lifetimes I’ve done something like this! Don’t I have any shame?’ "I know you’re worried about me, but I don’t want to see you suffering either..."

’I’ve already taken the first step. If Feng Yi doesn’t take the hint, I’ll just back down and call it quits.’

Feng Yi and Yun Zhao had always been compatible in this regard. A promising young man, full of vitality, he certainly didn’t give Yun Zhao a chance to call it quits.

They were already preparing to return to the capital, and with court affairs being less demanding for once, Feng Yi and Yun Zhao slept in.

Daylight streamed in. Outside, the Palace Attendants all walked with lightened steps. Meng Jiuchang was squatting under the eaves, with Zhang Maoquan squatting beside him.

Both had strange expressions on their faces, and neither spoke. They weren’t deaf; how could they not have heard the commotion last night? Afterward, the Emperor had even called for water.

They had to admire Song Zhaoyi. There was a reason she was so favored. Who else would be so daring?

’Not even letting His Majesty off the hook while pregnant.’

If Song Yunzhao knew Meng Jiuchang was slandering her like this, she would have kicked him for sure.

Right now, she was inside the bed curtains, staring wide-eyed at Feng Yi. Then, she covered her face with both hands and buried herself in his chest. She really didn’t know what the proper expression was to face him with. There was no template for her to follow, so all she could do was feign shyness and hide.

Feng Yi cleared his throat, feeling a bit awkward himself, but still asked Yun Zhao with concern, "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Should I have an Imperial Physician come and check your pulse?"

’It was just a little thing in the bedchamber,’ Song Yunzhao thought. ’Do you really have to broadcast it to the whole world?’

’Absolutely not. My pride might not be worth much in front of the Emperor, but it’s very valuable in front of others!’

’The Emperor truly is the Emperor. His skin is so thick. I’m no match for him.’

"I’m fine," Song Yunzhao huffed, giving Feng Yi a little push. "It’s getting late. We should get up."

’If we don’t get up soon, my reputation as an Evil Concubine will be flying all over the place again.’

Feng Yi had been embarrassed at first, but seeing that Yun Zhao was even more embarrassed than he was, he no longer thought it was a big deal. He got up, threw on a robe, and called for attendants to come in and serve them.

Xiangxue and the other maids entered with their heads lowered. They were relieved to see that their mistress’s complexion was normal. ’The Emperor is truly inconsiderate,’ they thought, ’bothering our mistress at a time like this.’

But Xiangxue and the others dared not voice their anger, so they could only serve her with even more gentleness and care.

Song Yunzhao: ...

’This blame is a bit heavy. The Emperor can carry it.’

After breakfast, Feng Yi didn’t rush to leave. Instead, he accompanied Yun Zhao to a pavilion for a short rest. After sitting for over an hour and seeing that she was indeed talking and laughing without any sign of discomfort, he finally felt at ease.

Song Yunzhao didn’t notice Feng Yi’s subtle worries. Leaning back in the gooseneck chair, she turned her head to him and said, "When we come back next year, let’s go boating on the lake. It’ll be so much fun."

"If you want to go, we can. We don’t have to wait until next year," Feng Yi said.

"It’s too much trouble. Let’s wait until next year." Her body was different now that she was pregnant; there were always some strange reactions. She was afraid she’d get seasick if she went, which would be miserable.

Feng Yi glanced at Yun Zhao’s belly, then moved closer and pulled her into his arms. "What else do you want to do?"

"As long as I’m with you, I’m happy doing anything," Song Yunzhao said with a sweet smile.

Feng Yi chuckled lightly. ’Yes, being with Zhaozhao makes it so easy for me to be happy, too.’

"Things will get busy after we return to the capital. I’m planning to let Consort Shu and Princess Consort Wan temporarily manage the harem’s affairs."

"Okay," Song Yunzhao nodded in agreement.

’Princess Consort Wan’s temperament is no match for Consort Shu’s, and Wang Zhaorong can no longer touch the power of the palace. So, while it’s said that the two concubines are managing things, it’s really Consort Shu who will be in charge.’

’My relationship with Consort Shu is pretty good. It’s better to have her take over than to have the Empress Dowager meddling.’

’Feng Yi is doing this for my sake.’ With that thought, Song Yunzhao sat up and gave Feng Yi a light peck on the lips.

Feng Yi: ...

’In broad daylight, what do you think you’re doing?’

Xiangxue and the other maids turned their backs in unison. Meng Jiuchang froze for a moment, then also turned around, clicking his tongue in his mind. ’This Song Zhaoyi is truly... something else.’

Facing Feng Yi’s slightly flushed face, Song Yunzhao hugged his waist, pressing herself against his chest. Her words sounded as if they were mixed with pounds of sugar. "I know you’re doing this for my own good."

Feng Yi had been about to tell her to be more dignified in public, but after hearing her words, he suddenly lost the desire to say it.

’I am the Emperor, and she is my beloved concubine. Of course, we can do whatever we want.’

With that thought, Feng Yi instantly felt the joy of being an emperor. He was the most powerful man in the world; what was there to worry about?

’Once Yun Zhao gives birth, I’ll promote her to a high-ranking concubine. Then I can hand over the management of the harem to her. By then, it won’t be so easy for the Empress Dowager to target her.’

’I just have to wait a few more months.’

’The Empress Dowager...’

Feng Yi thought of the Gu’en Houfu’s recent activities and sneered. At the time, he hadn’t understood what the Empress Dowager was planning. Only later, after having his people investigate thoroughly, did he learn that she had another agenda in sending An Shutong back.

’Unfortunately for the Empress Dowager, she is bound to be disappointed. I will not play along.’

’Thinking back, Yun Zhao’s dislike for An Shutong from the very beginning really was justified. Her eyes are sharp; she could tell that woman was trouble.’