Chapter 29: Does Your Majesty Always Have a Backup Plan?
"Your Majesty, it is late. It is time to rest." A'zheng walked into Wei Qi's bedchamber.
Wei Qi had bathed and was wearing only her inner robes, sitting on the bed reading a memorial. Seeing A'zheng approach, she set the memorial down, extended a long arm to loop around her waist, spun her around, and pulled her down to sit in her lap.
"Your Majesty?" A'zheng let out a small gasp as she was pulled in.
Wei Qi slipped her hand inside her clothes, first roaming around her waist and abdomen, then slowly moving upwards to cup her breasts. A'zheng was exactly at an age of mature charm; her breasts were full and soft, making Wei Qi reluctant to let go. She covered her breast with her palm and applied a little pressure, the soft flesh pressing into the gaps between her fingers. Releasing it, the flesh bounced back, extremely elastic. With a gentle kneading, the person in her arms melted into softness.
"Your Majesty..." A'zheng blushed, calling out to her softly.
Wei Qi gently rubbed her cheek against hers in a comforting gesture, but her hands didn't stop. She pulled A'zheng entirely into her embrace, reaching both hands from behind to the front, capturing both her breasts. One hand could barely hold one. She wickedly jiggled them, the fair flesh bouncing like a rabbit before settling back into her palms a moment later.
"What was Your Majesty reading just now?" A'zheng, feeling a bit overwhelmed, tried to change the subject.
"The hidden guards reported A'zhi's actions over the past two days..." Wei Qi replied casually. She was using the heel of her palm to lightly rub the lower curve of the breast, focusing entirely on feeling that wonderful arc.
"What did... the Eldest Princess do?"
"She is quite smart, knowing to seek Minister Gao and Madam Jiang for ideas," Wei Qi's voice was languid and loose, completely different from her decisive, absolute authority during the day. "A'zheng, do you know what kind of trap I am laying?"
The breath fell by her ear, incredibly hot. A'zheng stammered in reply, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty wants to... firmly stomp down the foundation of women heading households?"
"Haha," Wei Qi's hands didn't stop. A'zheng was gradually teased to the point of making soft sounds, realizing it and then trying to suppress it. "The old fogeys of the noble families all think Mother and I are easy to bully, wanting to turn the world upside down again. But I... I have always been waiting for the day I can trample them completely into the dirt."
She held A'zheng and rolled over, pressing her underneath. Peeling away their clothes, she pressed her own chest against hers, rubbing and squeezing them together. The touch of soft bosoms against each other brought a unique sensation: "Hah, noble families? Powerful clans? They should stop dreaming of carving up territories. This empire can only be consolidated in my hands. This is merely the beginning."
At a light touch, the peaks easily stood erect, abnormally sensitive. Wei Qi cupped her hand over it, bringing the nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking. A'zheng tensed up unbearably, but involuntarily offered her breast closer. Seizing the opportunity, Wei Qi slid her other hand under A'zheng's back, scooped her up, and took her fully into her mouth. As she toyed with her tongue, she mumbled indistinctly, "These noble families dominate their regions and gradually stop listening to orders. This case is very small, but I want to use it to pry open a corner."
She gently bit down on the nipple, drawing a coquettish moan from A'zheng. A'zheng felt her mind being churned into chaos, unconsciously rubbing her lower body against Wei Qi's thigh. But Wei Qi seemed to still be in the mood to talk, so she tried hard to turn her chaotic mind and responded, "Mmm... How does Your Majesty know this case can pry them open..."
Wei Qi finally abandoned the breasts. Her lips and tongue trailed along the curves up to the collarbone, while her hand slowly moved down along the waistline: "If it cannot... I naturally have a backup plan..."
"Ah..." Wei Qi's fingertips slipped into the hidden place, rubbing that jade bead with alternating light and heavy pressure, making A'zheng's entire body curl up. The words spilling from her lips became fragmented, "Your Majesty... does Your Majesty... always have a backup plan?"
"Naturally." Her fingers pushed into the passage. Hearing A'zheng's tiny gasps, Wei Qi buried her fingers deep inside, carefully feeling the warm, soft embrace around them.
As the storm struck, a thought flashed through A'zheng's mind: Did Her Majesty also leave a backup plan when she gave birth? She didn't dare ask this, didn't even dare to think about it. In a mere instant, she sank under, thoroughly crushed by the surging tremors and pleasure.
Wei Qi was originally of a lively and talkative nature, but being the Crown Princess and then the Emperor did not allow her to be erratic. So she learned to hide her true nature, putting on an appearance of dignified composure. Only the Chief Attendant had seen the real her; the Chief Attendant had accompanied her as she grew up, witnessing her in her most miserable and painful moments. But gradually, even in the Chief Attendant's eyes, she became mature and steady.
She stood too high up. There was no one she could trust, no one she could rely on. This was also why she refused to have anyone in the imperial harem; she didn't want to place a knife by her side. But A'zheng was different. She had nothing, no attachments or worries. She could only depend on Wei Qi, and she could be firmly held in Wei Qi's hands. Wei Qi grew more and more willing to talk to her. She wasn't like the Chief Attendant; the Chief Attendant was always kind and tolerant, spoiling her like an elder. A'zheng was more like a friend, always earnestly listening to her speak, responding with innocent or thoughtful words that made Wei Qi's heart feel refreshed.
Her mother had left her a country that appeared peaceful but was actually riddled with hidden whirlpools. She had to carefully balance everything, bit by bit taking all the power back into her own hands. She had lain dormant for years, weaving a massive net. Gao Yunqu, Fang Jian, Wei Zhi, Jiang Shu—all were chess pieces in her hands. She was the most patient hunter, quietly waiting for the prey to crash into the net. But she was also very tired. There was too much information requiring her judgment, too many schemes needing her calculation. By the time she snapped back to reality, she had gripped A'zheng tightly in her palm.
At first, she merely had her accompany her to chat. Slowly, the atmosphere grew ambiguous. She would always stare at A'zheng in a daze, paying attention to A'zheng's every move. She didn't know which day it was when she reached out and pulled A'zheng towards her. Hot palms pressed together—one rough from years of manual labor, the other bearing thin calluses from studying literature and practicing martial arts. As they rubbed together, fingers linked to the heart, and even the subtle numbness and itchiness crawled from her fingertips to her chest, sending ripples across the lake of her heart. Wei Qi guided her, letting her fall into her embrace. A'zheng didn't refuse, only blushing shyly. Wei Qi watched with delight and kissed her lips.
Wei Qi was not an ignorant child regarding affairs of the world. She originally thought that the joy between men and women was merely physical satisfaction, but being with A'zheng made her feel a different kind of flavor. The feelings that drifted near and far, appearing and disappearing, pulling back and forth between the two of them—there was no need to say much or do much. Just having her there allowed her to relax and immerse herself in tenderness. She liked holding A'zheng, liked her temperature like the warm winter sun, liked her soft and plump body, liked the faint fragrance on her, liked whispering in her ear, and naturally, she also liked engaging in the act of lovemaking with her.
Wei Qi's unspoken joys and angers, her anxieties and struggles that she could not tell anyone, her pride and happiness that were inconvenient to let others know—she could entrust all of these to A'zheng. There was no need to speak plainly or be completely honest; she could use her actions to let A'zheng hear her emotions, and A'zheng could always understand and respond. This was enough. This was enough.
Wei Qi buried her cheek between A'zheng's lustrous breasts. A'zheng lifted her weak hands to wrap around her head, her palms gently stroking her shoulders and back. In A'zheng's embrace, she calmed the tides of passion, and also calmed her fluctuating heart.
Author's Notes
Your Majesty is actually a chatterbox, dying of laughter.
To be serious, Her Majesty is a ruthless person. In her heart, imperial power holds the absolute highest weight. Originally, I thought a little about having Her Majesty and Gao Yunqu turn against each other, but later I thought a harmonious ruler-minister relationship is better to ship, so I gave up. I am truly a good person.
Extra · Bound
(The timeline is after the Eldest Princess's suburban estate banquet)
After that day, Gao Yunqu often called Fang Jian over on her rest days. Most of the time, she just held her as they slept, but there were also times when she would play some novel tricks.
When night fell and she had bathed, Fang Jian would sit on her own bed waiting. If Gao Yunqu knocked on the door, she would obediently walk over to Gao Yunqu's bed. Under Gao Yunqu's gaze, she would quietly strip off her clothes and stand naked before her, waiting for her favor. She didn't know what Gao Yunqu wanted to do. As she stood there quietly, her heart felt as if it had been stirred into chaos—nervous, fearful, but also holding a trace of anticipation. She couldn't articulate exactly what this feeling was.
Today, Gao Yunqu held a bundle of red rope in her hands. Fang Jian only took one look and didn't dare to look again. A certain page from the Erotic Illustrated Book she had once seen flashed in her mind, filling her with extreme terror, and she involuntarily took a half-step back.
"Why are you running? Come here," Gao Yunqu said with a smile.
Fang Jian braced herself and approached her. Getting onto the bed, she knelt obediently beside Gao Yunqu. Gao Yunqu leaned in and kissed her, making her dizzy. By the time their lips parted, her breathing was already in disarray. Gao Yunqu took a plain waistband three fingers wide and blindfolded her, tying a knot neither too loose nor too tight at the back of her head. When she couldn't see, her other senses grew stronger. Fang Jian felt the rough hemp rope wandering over her body, from her back to her waist, to her breasts, and up to her collarbone. Gao Yunqu lightly touched her with the coiled rope. The rough texture of the rope contacting her delicate skin made Fang Jian involuntarily tremble, and the rise and fall of her chest became even more intense.
Gao Yunqu chuckled softly and uncoiled the rope. The thick rope then wrapped around Fang Jian's neck. Gao Yunqu knelt in front of her to tie the knot. The breath from her exhalations hit Fang Jian's sensitive chest, making her want to dodge, but Gao Yunqu gripped the knot and pulled her closer. She obeyed Gao Yunqu's commands, numbly straightening up, opening her legs and spreading her arms. The rope passed between her legs, tied a knot at her back, then looped from her underarms to bind her breasts, before finally tying her hands behind her back, tightening bit by bit. The knot caught against the hidden area between her legs, drawing out a coquettish moan. With her hands bound behind her back, she was forced to thrust her chest out, her entire body forced taut.
"So good. Get down," Gao Yunqu kissed her earlobe in satisfaction. She tugged at her with the remaining length of the rope, signaling Fang Jian to get off the bed. With her hands bound, Fang Jian was a bit unsteady, so she slowly shuffled off the bed. The rough rope bound around her body rubbed against her fair skin as she moved, pressing out faint pink marks. The rope between her buttocks dug deeply into her cleft; with just slight movements, it rubbed her until she was wet.
Just the act of stepping off the bed made Fang Jian's cheeks flush as she let out soft pants.
Gao Yunqu led her under the roof beam. She tossed the rope in her hand over the beam, pulled, and tied it. Fang Jian was hoisted up, leaving only the tips of her toes barely brushing the ground. Her entire body weight rested on the knotted ropes and her toes. Unable to bear it, she moaned out loud. With her vision blocked, she couldn't see anything at all; she could only sense the changes in her body's position. This posture made her uncomfortable. She tried using her toes to support herself, but failing to hold up, she uncomfortably shifted her posture, causing her whole body to sway. During this swaying, the ropes kept tightening and causing friction. In the darkness, she couldn't help but imagine what was happening to that certain empty, itchy part of her body. The more she thought about it, the weaker she felt. The tides of passion surged, easily causing her to surrender completely.
Gao Yunqu watched her suffer with unhurried leisure, occasionally slipping her fingers between the red rope and her skin, tugging at the red rope to make it tighten and dig even deeper. Or she would pat her waist and hips, making her sway, her moans and swaying matching the same rhythm, sounding like immortal music to the ears.
"Lord..." Fang Jian couldn't help but beg for mercy, her voice laced with misery and pleading.
Gao Yunqu kissed her, leaning in close to say, "The time it takes an incense stick to burn. I'll be back in a bit. Be good."
Fang Jian's mind screamed 'no'. She didn't even know if she had vocalized her pleas, but ultimately it didn't change Gao Yunqu's mind. She heard the sound of the door closing. The room fell quiet, and she could clearly hear her own delicate yet heavy panting. She crossed her legs, squeezing the knot between her thighs tightly, trying to relieve the thirst, but the tighter she squeezed, the more torturous it became.
The time it takes an incense stick to burn... how long is that? How long had she been battling her own desires in this empty darkness? She felt she could hear the sound of water droplets falling into the water clock.
Lord, please, save me, don't leave me alone...
She pleaded silently as tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, dampening the silk ribbon covering them.
"Why are you crying so soon?" Gao Yunqu's voice was like a beam of light shining into the boundless darkness Fang Jian was trapped in. A pair of cool hands supported her waist, meeting the scorching heat of her body, drawing a sigh of satisfaction from her.
Those hands slid from her waist to her buttocks, kneading and teasing, then slid down her buttocks to her thighs, lifting both her legs up to wrap them around her own waist. The slickness between her legs pressed against the folds of the clothing. Following her instincts, Fang Jian rubbed against Gao Yunqu's body. Gao Yunqu embraced her, supporting the weight of her body, her lips and tongue lingering near her neck, teasingly close.
With her hands bound, Fang Jian couldn't cling to Gao Yunqu. Suspended in the air without solid ground to touch, her heart filled with panic. Her legs clamped even tighter around Gao Yunqu, her body drawn extremely taut as whimpers escaped her lips.
Gao Yunqu gently patted the small of her back, soothingly coaxing her, her kisses landing on the erect nipples. Fang Jian's breasts were small, but at this moment they were perfectly outlined, like lotus buds after the rain, just revealing their sharp tips. Her fingertips pushed aside the red rope at the hidden place, making room to insert two fingers, and then she began thrusting using her own waist and hips. Fang Jian was still suspended in the air, hanging from a single rope. When Gao Yunqu thrust into her, she swayed to her rhythm. In and out, spring water soaked her entire hand, staining the inner garments and dripping onto the floor. Fang Jian panted out loud, her voice both delicate and charming. Her legs still wrapped around Gao Yunqu's waist as she actively slammed her body against Gao Yunqu.
"Ah..."
The corners of Gao Yunqu's eyes reddened, her thrusting motions growing larger, forcing Fang Jian to let out sounds that would make one blush. Fang Jian felt as if she were a fish out of water, incomparably thirsty and incredibly dizzy. Her sanity had scattered to who knows where. Those lewd cries and wanton moans rushed out of her mouth, competing to be heard. At this moment, she only wanted release.
Gao Yunqu used her thumb to press against the small nub on the flower's stamen. That spot was already red and swollen from the rubbing of the rough rope knot; just a touch made it so sensitive her breathing hitched. During the next wave of impacts, she was attacked from both inside and out. Fang Jian was on the verge of breaking down, crying out loud and begging Gao Yunqu to stop. She struggled but couldn't muster any strength, only able to plead over and over, crying until her voice went hoarse. Naturally, Gao Yunqu refused to let go, even becoming more excited by the sound of her voice. She pulled her fingers all the way out, then submerged them entirely back in, meeting almost no resistance. At the same time, her thumb repeatedly prodded the small nub; just the touch made Fang Jian's scalp tingle, unable to catch her breath. Fang Jian's body was knocked backward, then swung back by the pull of the ropes, forcefully allowing the fingertips to crash inside. Back and forth, it produced a slapping, obscene sound. The sticky liquid coated Gao Yunqu's palm, pulling into strings when they separated. Fang Jian had completely lost her reason. Half of her mind was filled with pain and the other half with craving; half wanted to escape and half wanted to draw closer. She felt as though she was being torn in two, only able to make meaningless sounds following Gao Yunqu's movements.
Gao Yunqu kept a close eye on her condition. She understood Fang Jian inside and out, naturally knowing how much Fang Jian could endure. She skillfully hovered right at Fang Jian's breaking point, rubbing back and forth, making Fang Jian instinctively squeeze her legs tighter and press closer. Then, she suddenly sped up, sending her crashing to the peak in just a few strokes. The destructive, overwhelming pleasure almost sent Fang Jian's soul flying out of her body. All her struggles ceased as her entire person went limp, her body twitching involuntarily. Her legs could no longer hook around Gao Yunqu's waist and slipped down limply.
Gao Yunqu held her with one arm, using her other hand to untie the waistband blindfolding her, tenderly kissing away the tears spilling from the corners of her eyes. She then freed a hand to untie the ropes, peeling her out from the red cords. Having been bound for quite a while, red marks still remained on her body after being untied, a sight that made one's blood boil. But at this moment, Fang Jian could not endure being played with again. Gao Yunqu reined in her indulgent thoughts. Like carrying a child, she placed Fang Jian's limp arms around the back of her neck. With one hand tucked under her buttocks, securely supporting her, and the other hand pressing against the middle of her back, she gathered her into her embrace, turning back towards the bed.
Fang Jian was still sobbing. She was still twitching slightly, not having recovered from the climax. Tears welled up and soaked the clothes on Gao Yunqu's shoulder.
"Don't cry, don't cry. I was a bit excessive today..."
While coaxing her, Gao Yunqu gently laid her down on the bed. She took off her own soaked inner garments and lay down beside her, turning on her side to pull her into her embrace. Fang Jian's cheek pressed against her breast, soft and smooth. Fang Jian was extremely exhausted; her eyes half-closed, she unconsciously nestled into her bosom, affectionately rubbing against it. Gao Yunqu chuckled softly, her hand stroking down her back from top to bottom, carrying boundless tenderness.
"A'jian is very good. You've worked hard. Sleep..."
Fang Jian was exhausted to the extreme. Sleepiness surged up, her eyelids heavy as a thousand catties. Hearing Gao Yunqu's comfort, she stopped struggling, relaxing and letting her consciousness sink heavily.
"Lord... don't leave..."
"Don't be afraid. I am always here."
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