The Femme Fatale as a Consort

The beauties of the imperial harem pale in comparison; one glance and a smile can beguile a hundred souls. When she deliberately wore a gauzy dress to seduce His Majesty in her chambers, she turned around and saw him standing there with a cold expression. All she could manage was a startled cry: "Uncle?!" When she curled up in His Majesty's arms like a cat, all coquettish charm and allure, everyone pretended not to see. Only he, in front of the entire court, rebuked her: "Servile and seductive, utterly improper." But when she fell into his hands, trembling with fear and wishing she could live like a nun, he only grew more dissatisfied... That peerless young master who insists on mountain snow gathered from plum blossoms for his tea, just what is it that makes you so hard to please? Heng Feng: So you only stop acting wanton when you belong to someone else? Mo Wanqing: QAQ What? So much for being otherworldly and aloof, and having no interest in women. It's all thanks to you brainless literary fans and your ridiculously thick rose-colored glasses! A brilliant, almost otherworldly regent X a peerlessly beautiful, femme-fatale consort