Her Majesty Chose Violence, They Chose Her

"Please pass your judgment, Your Majesty."

Rong Yin had only been worried about His Majesty, so he’d come looking for him. On an impulse, he’d scooped him onto his horse, intending to find a quiet place to talk things out properly. But instead, they’d ended up fighting.

The more they fought, the angrier he became. In a moment of madness, he did something he’d never even dared to imagine.

’He actually kissed His Majesty!!’

He had actually done it—something he wouldn’t dare be so presumptuous to do even in his wildest dreams.

’The reality was a thousand, no, ten thousand times better than I ever imagined.’

’It wasn’t enough. No matter how many times I kiss him, it would never be enough!’

The pain and the taste of blood from the wound on his lip brought him to his senses.

He was wrong. He would accept his punishment. But he had no regrets.

Rong Yin looked as if he was about to devour her, and it took Xiao Yang considerable effort to stop him.

She slowly raised a hand to wipe away the traces from her lips. Being bitten like that was truly unexpected.

Her gaze fell upon Rong Yin’s stunningly handsome face. Her eyes swept over his bitten lip, where a single drop of blood had welled up, trembling on the verge of falling. It added a seductive allure to his already bewitching features.

His usually bottomless eyes now clearly reflected a maelstrom of emotions.

’It’s a good thing his face is so handsome,’ she thought. ’Otherwise, he’d be a corpse right now.’

Rong Yin lowered his head under Xiao Yang’s boundlessly cold gaze, awaiting her judgment.

After a moment, Xiao Yang finally moved. But instead of hitting or punishing him, she simply turned to leave.

A gash instantly tore through Rong Yin’s tense heart. A frigid wind howled through it, chilling his very soul.

He could bear any price she demanded, but he could not accept being completely ignored.

"Your Majesty..."

His only answer was the sight of Xiao Yang mounting her horse and riding away without a backward glance.

「On the way back,」 the atmosphere was exceptionally... strange.

The Regent King had snatched up His Majesty and taken off, so of course, everyone had given chase. They were a step too slow. By the time they arrived, the two were already fighting. And before they could even intervene to break them up, the two had started kissing.

The Regent King kissed His Majesty!!!

His Majesty was kissed by the Regent King!!!

Xiao Cheng and Xiao Lan were deeply, indescribably shocked. Two men...

Xie Liuzheng, on the other hand, was too excited to speak. ’A live performance! I knew it! His Majesty and the Regent King are the real deal!’

Xiao Jinsu hadn’t gone after them. Seeing the tense atmosphere and an obviously agitated Xie Liuzheng, he was completely baffled. Everyone had the strangest expressions, but no one would say a word when he asked.

Xu Xingchen wore a stern expression, his gaze gloomy, as if he had encountered an unsolvable worldly problem.

Only Xiao Lv seemed to have seen through it all, and he could only sigh.

’The days to come are going to be interesting.’

In any case, the day’s treasure hunt had been a success. After returning to the palace, Xiao Yang gave each of them a chest of gold, and the rest went into the National Treasury.

Of course, more than one family had hidden treasures. Xiao Yang couldn’t retrieve them all personally, so she marked out the locations on a map and had people secretly transport them away.

「In Zichen Palace,」 Xiao Yang was getting ready for bed when Lin Yi glanced at the doorway and felt compelled to remind her.

"Your Majesty, the Regent King is still waiting outside."

After returning from outside, Rong Yin had followed her into the palace. Xiao Yang had her guards stop him from entering, but he had simply waited outside, and he was still there now.

Xiao Yang’s hand, which was about to lift the covers, paused. After a moment of thought, she said, "Let him in. And bring a pot of wine."

Lin Yi: "This servant obeys."

Xiao Yang draped a fox-fur outer robe over her shoulders and sat down by the table. Not until the pot of wine was served did Rong Yin slowly walk in.

The moment he entered, his gaze fixed on Xiao Yang. He walked to the seat beside her, stood there looking at her for a moment, and then finally sat down.

He filled a cup with wine and downed it before a single word was spoken.

After a moment, he spoke slowly, his voice hoarse. "Your Majesty... is there nothing you wish to say to this subject?"

Xiao Yang: "What do you want to hear?"

"A rejection? Would you accept that? Or acceptance? Do you think that’s possible?"

Rong Yin looked down at his cup. "It shouldn’t be... no reaction at all."

As if he were nothing to her.

"Your Majesty doesn’t actually hate me, do you?"

Xiao Yang: "You’re wrong. I do hate you."

Rong Yin abruptly rose and walked over to Xiao Yang. He leaned in close, his gaze burning. His eyes first fell on her full, vibrant red lips, and he had to restrain the urge to kiss her again before lifting his gaze to meet hers.

"But when this subject kissed Your Majesty, you didn’t acknowledge it, nor did you seem disgusted."

Not loathing the kiss was an answer in itself.

This thought had been circling in his heart for a long time. Though there was only a one-in-ten chance it was true, it burned in his heart like an unquenchable flame.

He leaned closer, their breaths mingling. "It was Your Majesty who teased this subject first, who played a colossal joke that gave this subject ideas he shouldn’t have. Your Majesty is the true culprit."

Xiao Yang raised an eyebrow slightly. "You’re quite skilled at turning the tables and blaming the victim."

’Teasing? That was clearly a joke meant to annoy him.’

’But it didn’t annoy him at all. Instead, it seems to have given him an epiphany.’

Xiao Yang leaned back slightly to create some distance and pushed him with her hand. "Sit back down and speak properly."

"I can’t speak properly."

He grabbed her hand, pressed it against his heart, and with his other hand, easily pulled open the collar of his robes.

Her palm touched a stretch of firm, supple skin.

Even for someone like Xiao Yang, who had seen it all, this brazenly generous act made her breath catch in her throat.

This wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this.

Sensing her momentary reaction, Rong Yin seemed to have found her weak spot. He grew even bolder, his voice a low, husky whisper. "As long as Your Majesty likes it, everything this subject has... is yours."

’After thinking it over and over, the only move I have left is seduction.’

Xiao Yang: "..."

She was reluctant to admit it, but Rong Yin was indeed tempting to her.

He had outstanding looks, exceptional talent, superb martial arts, and was loyal and righteous. The man himself was an extraordinary existence.

And to see this man, who was always so ascetic and aloof, now colored by desire because of her—it was hard not to be tempted by such a display of emotion and passion.

The only thing she disliked about him was that he forced her to study. But that point of contention seemed trivial now in the face of his self-sacrificing seduction.

It was just that she hated studying; the intention behind his actions had been good.

’Oh, and there was also the fact that he’d prevented her from giving away the throne before.’

But if she had really given away the throne back then, Rong Yin would be the Emperor now. And if he had feelings for her then, he probably wouldn’t be so humbly begging for her favor like this.

Xiao Yang was not a woman who believed in love. In matters of romance between a man and a woman, she much preferred to be the one in control.

She unhurriedly pulled her hand away. Just as Rong Yin was about to grab it back, she lightly tapped his chin.

"Kneel."

The single word, spoken neither lightly nor heavily, held a tone that allowed for no refusal.

Without the slightest hesitation, Rong Yin knelt on one knee before her.

A glint flashed in Xiao Yang’s eyes. Her fingertips moved from his chin to the corner of his mouth, the pad of her finger gently pressing against his lip.

She had no intention of getting entangled with the men of this world. Yet, ever since she’d transmigrated, she had lived in constant fear and worry, never at ease for even a quarter of an hour.

Under Rong Yin’s astonished gaze, she suddenly leaned down and kissed him.

There was still a wound on Rong Yin’s mouth, but she showed not a hint of pity.

Just as Rong Yin came to his senses and tried to kiss her back, she abruptly pulled away.

"Regent King, it is time for you to leave."