Her Majesty Chose Violence, They Chose Her

Xiao Yang had been swamped with political affairs lately, and as the Regent King, Rong Yin had been working overtime right alongside her.

In the Imperial Study Room, officials came and went until Xiao Yang’s eyes grew weary from seeing so many people.

Before they were even finished with work, it was time for the evening meal. Xiao Yang had food brought in—over thirty dishes for the whole table to share.

As they ate, Xiao Yang glanced around the table. She didn’t mind the others, but lately, it seemed Rong Yin was always eating with her. He was there for lunch, and he was still here for dinner.

His status was high, so he naturally took the seat closest to Xiao Yang every time. At this point, it was practically becoming his exclusive spot.

After the meal, the other officials took their assignments and left, but Rong Yin lingered.

He sat ramrod straight, his posture impeccable. He looked cold, stern, and unapproachable, and he exuded a frigid aura. Whenever a Palace Attendant walked past him, they couldn’t help but bow their heads a little lower.

Compared to the ever-smiling Your Majesty, the Regent King was truly difficult to get along with.

But the Regent King’s coldness was only in his aura; he was actually quite reasonable. Your Majesty, on the other hand, could be smiling one moment and drawing a blade to cut someone down the next.

In short: they were both terrifying.

Xiao Yang sipped her tea, her gaze flicking over to Rong Yin.

Seeing him staring straight ahead with a frosty expression, anyone who didn’t know better would think he had a problem with her, the Emperor.

Xiao Yang, however, saw right through him. ’He’s afraid I’ll send him away.’

"It’s getting late, Regent King. Perhaps you should..."

Rong Yin’s head snapped up. "Will Your Majesty not even allow this subject a cup of tea...?"

The rest of his words caught in his throat. The Little Emperor’s lips were curved into a teasing smile, her face full of mirth as if she were enjoying a good show. She looked utterly wicked.

Xiao Yang propped her head on one hand, her smile nonchalant. "Why have you stopped talking, Regent King?"

Rong Yin was filled with helplessness. Only his gaze remained scorching hot, unwilling to leave her.

’She’s so devious, but in a way that makes your heart pound.’

"What does Your Majesty wish to hear this subject say?"

Xiao Yang said, "Nothing in particular."

Rong Yin asked, "Then will Your Majesty forgive my impertinence?"

Xiao Yang raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Rong Yin stared at her intently. "When will Your Majesty allow this subject to attend you in your chambers?"

Xiao Yang scoffed. "Not a chance."

Although she hadn’t deliberately provoked him, the man was constantly trying to get closer. After being met with indifference, he’d become completely dejected. But Xiao Yang wasn’t about to feel sorry for him.

’What’s so pitiful about a man’s desire?’

’The pleasures of the bed depend on mutual consent.’

’Your willingness is necessary, of course, but my willingness is what truly matters.’

’If she wasn’t willing, she would never bestow her body on someone, no matter how outstanding or handsome they were.’

’She was precious and would never settle.’

Still, it was uncomfortable to always have Rong Yin looking at her with that ravenous gaze.

"My birthday is next month. Only after next month will I be seventeen."

The hand supporting her head tapped her cheek. Her expression was languid and beautiful, but her words were merciless. "Before I turn eighteen, I will not favor anyone."

’Condoms in this era were made of sheep intestine, and contraception was something women had to drink.’

’She didn’t want to become a mother at seventeen, and she certainly didn’t want to harm her own body.’

’Eighteen was her principle, and a way of being responsible for herself.’

Rong Yin was taken aback for a moment. Your Majesty was indeed young. No matter how handsome and formidable, her features as a sixteen-year-old still held the callowness of youth.

But in this era, one could marry at fourteen and have children at fifteen. Your Majesty was almost seventeen, which wasn’t that young. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been such a beast as to harbor improper thoughts toward Your Majesty.

Eighteen. Although it was still more than a year away, it was at least a clear answer.

Rong Yin rose and went to sit next to Xiao Yang, leaning in close. "Your Majesty won’t allow me to attend you in your chambers, but what about a kiss?"

His eyes were overflowing with desire and longing. He leaned closer and closer, their breaths mingling. Just as their lips were about to touch, Xiao Yang flicked him on the tip of his nose.

"Insubordination and treason! Kneel!"

At the rebuke, which was neither harsh nor light, Rong Yin dropped to one knee and looked up at her.

Between them, they were sovereign and subject first, and everything else second. Thus, Rong Yin knelt without the slightest reluctance.

However, he knelt very close, his body pressed against the Emperor’s legs.

He was extremely tall; with the Emperor sitting and him kneeling, he only needed to tilt his head up slightly to kiss her.

Xiao Yang reached out and pinched his chin, the tip of her finger brushing over his Adam’s apple. She watched as his gaze darkened and his breathing grew heavy and hot.

Despite his tall stature and aggressive features, Rong Yin offered no resistance, allowing her to toy with him like a tamed beast.

But his eyes blazed with aggression and possession. His forbearance and submission were merely a way to gather strength for an attack.

Xiao Yang adored Rong Yin’s face. It was grim, sharp, and full of aggression—the face of a powerful man. And when a man like that was colored by desire, he was surely the sexiest thing in the world.

"Ngh..."

A single syllable escaped his throat. It seemed like a sound of unbearable arousal, but in reality, it was a blatant seduction.

A corner of Xiao Yang’s lip curled up. "If you move, you can get the hell out."

With that, she leaned down slightly and bestowed a kiss upon him.

Xiao Yang didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, her kiss was a crushing, devouring assault, a conquering patrol of his territory.

Rong Yin’s self-control was on the verge of shattering, but he didn’t dare fight back in the slightest. Because if he did, it would all be over.

Your Majesty was ruthless and always kept her word.

Just as Rong Yin was clenching his fists so hard he could barely maintain control, a foot landed softly upon the forbidden zone.

Rong Yin’s pupils abruptly dilated...

By the time Rong Yin left, his steps were unsteady. It was only thanks to his high level of martial arts that he could force himself to appear calm.

Back in her chambers, the Little Emperor simply turned in, bathed, and fell straight to sleep.

’Teasing the Regent King was as easy as drinking water.’

’Such an amateur.’

(Leaving a footprint here, just waiting for the day Your Majesty eats her words, haha)

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With horses spurred to a gallop, the Xirong National Letter and the envoys’ corpses were sent back within ten days, and a new National Letter was delivered in return.

This time, however, it wasn’t a plea for peace, but a provocation.

In the National Letter, the King of Xirong mocked Emperor Dawei for being a woman, saying Da Wei had no real men and had let a female take charge.

Perhaps he was overconfident, but despite the fact that two of his envoys had died last time, this time he actually sent his own son.

The Second Prince of Xirong, Huyan Lu, was tall and broad, built like a bear. He was said to be the foremost warrior in Xirong and the heir most favored by the King of Xirong.

His eyes were as wide as bronze bells, his nostrils so large you could stick spring onions in them. His strength made him confident enough to lift his head and look down on Xiao Yang. "So you really are a broad. A pretty one, though. Prettier than my favorite concubine."

For an emperor, these words were an outrageous humiliation.

Before the Emperor could even react, the Civil and Military Ministers were already seething with anger.

Although they also felt a bit unable to stand tall knowing the Emperor was a woman, an insult to the Emperor was an insult to the nation and to them. Who wouldn’t be enraged?

"Huyan Lu, you came here to sue for peace! Fix your attitude!"

"You speak so insolently and still expect to negotiate peace? Wishful thinking!"

The civil servants started cursing, while the military officials stood on guard.

Xiao Yang sighed. ’My ministers are at a disadvantage because they’re too cultured.’

A single look from her stopped Rong Yin and Xiao Lv, who were about to make a move.

"Someone, go and summon Xie Liuzheng."