Chapter 264: Chapter 263 Abandoned Concubine"Ah Yan, calm down."


    He Ying’s expression changed, and he timely grabbed her misbehaving hand.


    Rejected while trying to seduce him, Sang Yan frowned and asked, "What’s wrong?"


    He Ying tactfully refused, "It’s inconvenient in the water."


    Sang Yan thought for a moment, then nodded, "That’s true. You have no experience; it must indeed be difficult for you at first."


    He Ying: "..."


    Felt underestimated.


    Was this provocation?


    He took a deep breath, remained calm, and said, "I don’t find it difficult. But our wedding is soon; there’s no rush."


    He still planned to wait for their wedding night to consummate the marriage.


    Their first night should be on such a beautiful, memorable day.


    Sang Yan probably knew what he was thinking, but she was just not used to his sudden restraint.


    "You know, sometimes you think too much."


    She felt she had soaked in the bath long enough, so she let go of him, stepped on the stairs, and got out.


    Her clean, luxurious nightgown was beside her.


    She picked it up and put it on.


    He Ying followed her out right after. S~ea??h the N?velFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    His nightgown was a dark-colored sleeping robe.


    The sleeves of the robe were wide, each embroidered with a dark gold flying dragon, which echoed the one on the hem of the robe.


    Of course, the dragon on the hem was an enlarged version, spanning a large area.


    This way, the echoing effect created a powerful presence.


    And because the main tone was dark, it was understated yet opulent when worn on him.


    Watching him, Sang Yan felt a rush of desire and really wanted to tear off his clothes.


    He was the king, yet also her subject.


    For the first time, she experienced an indescribable sense of vanity and pride in possessing this man.


    "Xinyuan—"


    "Hmm?"


    Having put on his robe and seeing that she hadn’t finished, he came to help.


    He had studied how her clothes were worn, and of course, how they were removed.


    Now he tied each strap for her.


    Then he took a towel and gently dried her hair.


    She was obedient, her beautiful eyes gazing at him.


    His heart warmed; he wanted to kiss her regardless of everything.


    He held back.


    Swallowing, he gently smiled, "Why aren’t you speaking?"


    Sang Yan fell silent, but reached out to touch his firm chest.


    Thump, thump, thump—


    She felt his strong heartbeat, and his vigorous vitality.


    This was a man favored by the Creator.


    He possessed a handsome face, a noble birth, a strong physique, and extraordinary intelligence.


    He was her man.


    As this thought crossed her mind, her body ignited.


    Who says male beauty can’t be mesmerizing?


    She hugged him again, pressing close, planting hot kisses on his chest.


    His breathing suddenly changed.


    Heavy, like an angry beast.


    "Alright. Ah Yan, you’ve won."


    He closed his eyes, sighed in resignation, his voice tinged with danger.


    "What?"


    She was intoxicated with his charm and hadn’t realized what had happened when suddenly, she felt light, already lifted into his arms.


    He was tall and strong, full of power, holding her like a child, even walking briskly.


    From the bath to the bedroom, there was some distance, but he walked so fast that she only felt dizzy, sinking into a soft, intoxicating dream.


    In the dream, it started to rain at some point.


    Persistent and endless.


    Boom, boom—


    The sound of thunder resonated.


    Yuesang Palace


    Sang Ruoshui had barely fallen asleep when she was awakened by the thunder.


    She suddenly sat up from the bed like a dying fish, gasping for air heavily and her forehead drenched with cold sweat.


    "Lady? Lady—"


    The night-guarding Xiangxiu, upon hearing the commotion, hurriedly got up and lit the lamp.


    The room quickly brightened.


    "Lady, did you have a nightmare? Don’t be scared, I am here."


    Xiangxiu walked over, softly consoling her.


    Sang Ruoshui shook her head, her pretty face pale as death. Suddenly, she clenched Xiangxiu’s hand tightly, her eyes full of terror, "She wants to harm me! She actually wants to harm me!"


    "Who wants to harm the Lady? Who are you talking about?"


    Xiangxiu asked softly while also comforting her, "It’s raining outside and thundering. Did it disturb you, Lady?"


    Sang Ruoshui still shook her head, her mouth wide open as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t make any sound.


    Images from her nightmare were still flashing through her mind.


    She had been driven out of the Imperial Palace by Sang Yan and returned to the Sang Family.


    Everyone there was laughing at her.


    "Why are you always inferior to your sister? We cannot rely on you," from the Sang Family.


    Her father looked at her coldly, his eyes full of disgust.


    Her mother also sighed and shook her head, "You’re becoming more and more thoughtless. Can’t you learn from your sister?"


    Her elder brother Sang Jue sneered even more, "Thinking you could compete with your elder sister? Truly overestimating yourself!"


    Even her indifferent sister-in-law Suxi said, "The nunnery has already been arranged. Don’t you like to burn incense and pray? From now on, just accompany the eternal Buddha and pray for their enduring love as emperor and empress."


    It was a dream!


    She clearly understood that it was all a dream.


    But what if one day Sang Yan drove her out of the palace?


    Then the scenes from the dream would become her future days.


    Despised by her parents and relatives, ridiculed by everyone... becoming the laughingstock of the world!


    No!


    That can’t happen!


    She absolutely couldn’t just sit idly by!


    "Lady, your complexion looks very bad. Should I fetch the Imperial physician to have a look?"


    Seeing that Sang Ruoshui had been silent and looked terrible, Xiangxiu expressed her concern in a timely manner.


    "No need."


    Sang Ruoshui gradually calmed down.


    She looked up at Xiangxiu and commanded coldly, "Tomorrow you will leave the palace and find out about the things concerning Sang Yan being kidnapped. A widow with a husband-killing fate, who has been kidnapped, how has she been desecrated by others? How could she possibly be the Empress?"


    Xiangxiu’s face changed upon hearing this, "Lady, please be careful with your words. Such disrespects—"


    This could lead to execution if it were to spread.


    Xiangxiu felt that Sang Ruoshui had gone mad.


    "What need I be careful about in my speech? This is my Yuesang Palace!"


    Sang Ruoshui nearly roared.


    She indeed had gone mad. Xiangxiu’s words, instead of calming, pricked her already taut nerves and made her unable to control her vile temper.


    "She cannot tolerate me at all! You fool! How should I endure any longer? If I don’t plan for myself, I will become an abandoned concubine!"


    So, it wasn’t that she was wronging Sang Yan. It was Sang Yan who had gone too far!


    Terrified by her words, Xiangxiu hesitated for a moment but still softly advised, "Lady, don’t think like that. The Empress is your own elder sister. She wouldn’t—"


    Before she could finish speaking, Sang Ruoshui kicked her to the ground.


    "Ah!"


    Xiangxiu, caught off guard by the kick, fell directly to the ground, and due to momentum, her face grazed the floor, scratching open a lot of wounds.


    It was extremely painful!


    But she dared not cry out in pain and immediately kneeled properly, pleading, "I misspoke, please forgive me, Lady."


    Sang Ruoshui looked down at the poor woman, half of whose face was bleeding, seemingly forgiving her with a gentle smile and raised her hand, "Alright. Get up. Why so tense? You are my palace maid after all, looking out for me, I know that."


    Xiangxiu: "..."


    Did she really know?


    The pain was still burning on her face.


    Covering her face, she glanced at Sang Ruoshui through the gaps between her fingers and saw no hint of concern on her face.


    Was Sang Ruoshui really so easy-going?


    Her already anxious heart tightened even more.


    Unable to help herself, she flattered, "Lady, you are the jewel of the heavens, noble in status. Surely, all your wishes will be fulfilled. Please, please don’t let these issues hurt you."


    "Uh-huh. You are right."


    Sang Ruoshui nodded and smiled, her voice exceedingly gentle, "You have also worked hard these past days, look at your face, it was my neglect, go and take care of yourself now. Oh, and let Xiang Ying come in to attend to me."


    "Yes."


    Xiangxiu obediently complied, cautiously retreating.


    The moment the room door closed.


    Sang Ruoshui sneered audibly: Heh, very well then! Even my Yuesang Palace has a traitorous cur crawling within!