Emperor Chengzhi Leaned Down to Show Mercy

Xiao Jinyun remembered that after working overtime for three consecutive days at the company, he fell asleep on his desk. When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was not the cold computer screen, but the bright yellow roof of the dragon tent, and the rich but unfamiliar aroma of ambergris lingered on the tip of his nose. I had a splitting headache, and my body felt as if it had been dismantled and reorganized. It was sore and limp, and there was still a weird discomfort in some unspeakable part. She sat up suddenly, and the brocade quilt slipped off, revealing the smooth but ambiguous skin underneath. Xiao Jinyun gasped, his head buzzing. Where is this? Filming? Mischief? Before she could figure it out, a low and hoarse male voice sounded next to her, with a hint of imperceptible cowardice and fear: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Are you awake?" Xiao Jinyun turned his head suddenly and saw a young man with disheveled dark hair and pale face curled up on the other side of the dragon bed, with the same marks on his body. He was extremely good-looking and had picturesque features, but at the moment he was like a frightened cub, his eyes filled with fear and uneasiness, clutching the quilt tightly to cover himself. His Majesty? My mind was in chaos, and countless memory fragments rushed in - the empress, Xiao Jinyun, had just ascended the throne, and last night... Was her first audition after ascending the throne! So, this man... Is her concubine? The ethical concepts of modern society instantly occupy the high ground. In her opinion, this was not sleeping at all, this was clearly... She was... Slept with by a strange man? ! Although the sensations in her body told her that the process might not be painful, and there was even a strange aftertaste of joy, the shock, fear, and uncertainty about her situation made her instantly overwhelmed by anger and humiliation. "Get out!" Xiao Jinyun heard her voice trembling slightly, pointing at the man with a coldness and disgust that was unfamiliar to her, "Get out of here right now!" There was no trace of blood on the man's face, as if he had been severely pierced by her words. Her lips were trembling, as if she wanted to say something, but under her furious gaze, she finally dared not say anything. She rolled and fell off the dragon bed, randomly grabbed the clothes scattered on the ground, and ran out staggeringly, her back looking in a mess. Xiao Jinyun sat on the spacious and luxurious dragon bed, his heart beating wildly and his whole body feeling cold. The strong aura of lust in the palace had not yet dissipated, but it made her feel extremely sick and suffocated. She wrapped herself tightly in the brocade quilt, trying to pull out some useful information from the remaining memory fragments of this body. The tide of memory came slowly, carrying a slightly blurry but undoubted picture - it seemed that it was... Herself, tearing off the man's clothes? It seemed that... She herself had pulled him towards the dragon bed? The frightened expression on the man's pale face didn't seem to be fake, but more like awe and... Obedience to her status as an "emperor"? Xiao Jinyun's face turned ugly little by little. So... He didn't sleep with her? Did she... Take the initiative or force it? Sleep with him! A feeling of embarrassment mixed with belated guilt slowly crept into my heart. Concept: How can there be equal love in an unequal world?