Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved-Chapter 484 I Will Serve Your Majesty

Jun Yuyan appreciated Murong Jiu’s magnanimity, but he said, "Just as you mentioned earlier, she only stands on the shoulders of those before her, which is why she knows more. If we were born in her era, we could know these things as well."

"That’s true, but some people have empty heads; even when they know, they don’t understand how to create. Her ability to remember shows she is indeed much smarter than the average person, and that’s a fact."

"You’re right, so one can imagine that eventually, women will also be able to attend school. In this way, your efforts have not been wasted. Her opportunity to learn couldn’t have come without the efforts of those who came before, could it?"

Murong Jiu’s lips curled into a slight smile. "Not just me, you too. You’ve always supported me. Otherwise, with just my efforts, under these circumstances, I would surely struggle considerably, hardly making any progress."

Jun Yuyan smiled as well, finding that his mood always lightened when he saw Murong Jiu smile.

Even though his thinking might be considered old-fashioned, he would support her doing what she wanted to do just to see her smile. Moreover, his thinking was not old-fashioned; he had always believed that only when everyone attains a higher level of education can the country become stronger.

Women have always been oppressed, but there will inevitably come a day of awakening, a day of uprising.

Murong Jiu said, "I’m really looking forward to seeing what she will accomplish."

"With Lou Zixi, Su Kai, and Manager Chai helping her, her progress will be doubled. Soon, we’ll see the results, don’t worry."

"Yes, no need to hurry. By the way, why did you come during the day, aren’t there state affairs to attend to?" freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"I stole half a day of leisure today to paint for you, would that be alright?" he added as an explanation. "I usually paint at night when the details are not as clear."

Murong Jiu’s smile deepened, unable to suppress it.

Good, why wouldn’t it be good, of course, it was splendid.

She changed into the begonia-colored dress again. Whenever Jun Yuyan painted her, she always wore this dress.

This was the same material Jun Yuyan had specifically selected for her before his disappearance, saying she was lovelier than the begonias and would look wonderful in it.

Unfortunately, the dress was ready but Jun Yuyan had an accident before he could see her in it.

Fortunately, in the end, Jun Yuyan did see it, but he himself didn’t even realize that he had personally chosen this material for her.

Murong Jiu remembered his transfixed gaze the first time he saw her in the dress and couldn’t help but laugh again.

Upon seeing this, the only thought in Jun Yuyan’s mind was — she surpasses the flowers in delicacy.

His Empress, naturally beautiful, was beyond words.

He felt that his artistic skills were still not good enough to fully capture her beauty. He needed to meticulously, bit by bit, illustrate her, striving for perfection.

Since today was the first time he painted her during the day, the light was good and he discovered that in the sunlight, the fabric of the dress was somewhat translucent. The pink undergarment inside was clearly visible, the curves subtly revealed, and he immediately felt a change in his body.

His movements with the brush turned somewhat stiff, and his breathing somewhat uncontrollable.

Murong Jiu’s smile grew deeper. She did it on purpose.

This dress itself was a wicked taste of Jun Yuyan’s, given to her to wear inside the boudoir, intended for his eyes alone.

Previously, she wore an additional undergarment of the same color inside, so Jun Yuyan hadn’t noticed the somewhat transparent nature of the fabric.

Today, with plentiful sunlight and the light pouring on the Noble Consort’s couch, she came with the intention to tease him.

Seeing his expression, Murong Jiu feigned ignorance and asked,

"Your Majesty, why have you stopped painting?"

"No, nothing’s wrong."

Jun Yuyan coughed lightly, masking his discomposure. He tried his best not to look at the tempting curves and focused on Murong Jiu’s face instead.

He had only outlined the basic contours before and didn’t dare to proceed freely, but today he braced himself to start with her face.

It wasn’t quite summer yet, and the weather was just right. A breeze blew through the windows, but it couldn’t extinguish the fire burning in his heart. Soon enough, he was sweating profusely.

Murong Jiu’s eyes were filled with laughter. Seemingly tired, she stretched her body and stepped down from the Noble Consort’s couch. As she approached Jun Yuyan, she could even distinctly feel his breath hitch.

Her lips uncontrollably curled into a smile. Jun Yuyan, head bowed and painting, didn’t look up. She took out a handkerchief, her movements gentle, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Jun Yuyan quickly looked up, and their eyes met. His heartbeat quickened, and he felt as bewildered as a smitten young boy seeing his crush.

"Your Majesty, is it too hot? Should I have someone bring in an ice basin?"

"No need, the ice basin makes it too cold. You’ve just recovered; you wouldn’t withstand it."

Murong Jiu’s eyes flickered slightly. He was still the same, always thinking about her, always considering her first.

How could she not be moved by such a man?

She meticulously wiped the sweat from the temples on Jun Yuyan’s forehead and spoke softly, "This garment, Your Majesty chose it for me. Do you like it?"

Jun Yuyan’s gaze involuntarily dropped from her slender shoulders downward. Though she was thin, she was amply endowed where it mattered. He only took one glance before he felt as if struck by lightning and quickly averted his eyes.

"I like it, it’s beautiful. The Empress looks beautiful in anything," he said.

He felt annoyed at himself for not remembering anything, for not speaking his heart when he first saw the Empress in this dress, for not complimenting her.

She must have felt very disappointed.

"If it’s beautiful, why not look more? What are you afraid of, Your Majesty? Are you afraid I’m a siren that will devour you?"

Murong Jiu deliberately said, finding it really amusing to tease Jun Yuyan, who turned red-eared. He unexpectedly looked quite youthful, no longer as stern and aloof as he was to others.

Her bold words, while surprising Jun Yuyan, also delighted him.

His gaze returned to her, but before he could speak, the Empress had taken his hand, her eyes watery as she looked at him and said:

"Your Majesty cherished this fabric so much that day, and now I am standing before you in it, why don’t you dare to touch it now?"

"Empress..."

Jun Yuyan, sensing the underlying meaning, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and his voice roughened slightly.

Murong Jiu guided his hand to feel the fabric of her garment.

For the first time, Jun Yuyan felt his heart racing wildly, making his head feel dizzy, as if he were intoxicated.

He tried to stand up from his chair, but Murong Jiu gently pushed him back down and then sat on his lap.

With the soft warmth in his embrace, Jun Yuyan felt as if his heart might fly out.

"Your Majesty, are you thirsty?"

Murong Jiu casually picked up a teacup from the desk.

"Thirsty..."

"In the past, it was always Your Majesty serving me. Today, let me serve Your Majesty, how about that?"

Murong Jiu brought the water to Jun Yuyan’s lips.

Just as he opened his mouth, Murong Jiu suddenly pulled the teacup back.

Jun Yuyan saw her giggling, lightly tilting her neck back to sip the tea.

It was his used teacup.

He became even thirstier.

The next moment, Murong Jiu suddenly leaned closer, her moist pink lips suddenly close, leaving him wide-eyed.