Favoring Qie Over Wife (52)

Little by little, Li Jia fell in love with Zhao Cheng. Only, she didn't know that she would fall into a bottomless pit that would turn her into a jealous wife wanting to harm an innocent woman.

Song Jia looked at Zhao Cheng. "That was when qie first fell in love with your Highness."

Hearing the confession of love from her lips, Zhao Cheng's heart trembled. That day she saw him in the rain, he had just learned that his consort mother was actually the one who poisoned Hongwu Emperor and caused him to become heavily sick. He was unable to accept how his mother's heart could be so cold, without any regard to the past feelings between them. Zhao Cheng admitted that Hongwu Emperor was not a good father, and could only be considered as a semi-decent husband. But no matter what, he heavily favored Imperial Concubine Mei and did not hesitate to shower her with his attention. In return, he also treated Zhao Cheng well.

He could not help but think, if his consort mother was this ruthless towards her husband, wouldn't she be also ruthless like this towards him once he became the Emperor?

That was when Zhao Cheng started to hesitate on the goal that had been drilled into him to achieve since young. Having wives that would constantly scheme, a mother that would want to control his every move, sons that would fight each other, and a whole country that depended on your every action...it was too heavy of a responsibility for him to take. No matter how glorified that position on that dragon throne was, he did not want it.

Zhao Cheng lowered his eyes and glanced down at the woman still locked inside his embrace. Her eyes contained a trace of sleepiness, but they were clear like spring water, without any hint of impurities. If she was by his side, he thought that anything he found unbearable, he would be able to endure. If she was by his side, even the bad feelings he had about becoming the Emperor would disappear.

Also...if he became the Emperor and she becomes his Empress, she will be the noblest woman in the world, with thousands of people underneath her. He would give her anything she wanted, anything she asked for, until she would come to realize that no one could pamper and dote on her as much as he could. He would give her and their children the best of everything in this world.

He would not give her the opportunity to leave him.

In the end, since she already became his wife, she was already destined to become his.

Zhao Cheng tugged her closer as his lips found her unerringly in the darkness. Rain began to heavily pour down outside, as the two bodies underneath the covers stuck closely to each other. Song Jia's breath quickened, reacting to the tongue that flicked against hers, teasing and tasting.

Zhao Cheng's fingers threaded through her hair as he slanted his head to deepen the kiss, savoring the sweet moans he drew out of her lips. He sneaked out of the palace and had to quickly go back before they found out about his disappearance, so he reluctantly pulled away. His big hand pressed gently on the woman's flat stomach, feeling disappointed that his previous diligent actions had failed to bear fruit.

He thought he had already given her enough of his seed, but it seemed that it was still not enough...

As soon as the mourning was over, Zhao Cheng was very determined, that he would not stop until he gets a child from her! Definitely will have to work hard! Make her accept every drop, and give him a little daughter to treasure!

The naively ignorant Song Jia continued to sigh with relief that this starving beast had stopped after merely giving her a kiss, thinking that she avoided the fate of being eaten. She smiled and brushed away the hand that was slowly creeping forward to cup her breasts, "Wang ye should return to the palace, there are still many things to attend to."

A ruler's funeral would definitely be grand, and along with Zhao Cheng's enthronement, it was easy to predict that he would be very busy from now on. There was no time to waste.

"Jia'er is driving me away?"

Song Jia wrinkled her nose. She was clearly giving him good advice, yet he deliberately misinterpreted it and had the gall to look at her with hurt eyes.

"Wang ye knows that was not qie's intention. Why is wang ye being so petty?"

She pursed her lips, looking at him in disapproval.

Zhao Cheng chuckled. Sometimes, he felt that even though his wang fei always had a sweet and warm expression in front of him, there was a thin barrier separating them. It was only when he occasionally provoked her that she would show him her childish side, making him feel that he was getting close to knowing the real her.

"If Jia'er promises to make me a perfume sachet, I'll leave and let you go back to sleep."

Song Jia's forehead crinkled. "A perfume sachet? Didn't wang ye..."

"That perfume sachet wasn't made by Jia'er."

Of course it wasn't something that she made. Song Jia thought he only told her to make one because he would feel that it would be too inappropriate for Bai Mei Lien to send a perfume sachet to him. Was she the one who misinterpreted his words and did such a useless thing?

"Then qie promises to make a perfume sachet for wang ye."

Having collected a 'debt' from her, Zhao Cheng's smile grew wider as he gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"Then benwang will now stop bothering Jia'er."

Song Jia thought he would immediately leave, but he patiently waited for her to fall asleep first. Being locked inside his arms with no space to move, Song Jia felt that it was suffocating. However, drowsiness overcame her and Song Jia found that it was a struggle to keep her eyes open. In the end, she even fell asleep like that.

The next morning, news traveled all over the capital that His Highness, the Third Imperial Prince Zhao Cheng, has been crowned as the new Emperor, making him the ruler of the country and everything under Heaven.