Chapter 1, Dreaming in a State of Unconsciousness

Flora turned around in a daze, instinctively swinging her arm, and felt pain. When she opened her eyes and looked, she was astonished to find a man sleeping beside her

He, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes (even though he is sleeping with his eyes closed, Fu Luo can intuitively and confidently believe that his eyes must be stunning), he, with a nose like a suspended beam, he, with lips like painted red, he, with skin like congealed fat. Stealthily lifting his blanket, he wears a bright yellow pajamas, the collar wide open, revealing a firm and elastic chest (Author: How do you know it's elastic? Luo Luo: Silly, I touched it with my hand). Fu Luo wiped her saliva; such an exquisite handsome man is truly only found in dreams, how could one see him in the world.

However, every item in the room serves as a reminder to Fu Luo that these are all genuine national treasure-level antiques. What kind of company is staging such a grand production

It seems that I have either time-traveled or entered an alternate reality. An alternate reality is preferable. This is the only thing that makes Fu Luo feel fortunate, as it appears that those poems and songs can be borrowed freely. This is indeed the protagonist's ultimate weapon.

At this moment, observing the expression on the face of the beloved concubine Yu, it appeared as usual; however, her tightly clenched fingers betrayed her thoughts. A hint of secret delight flashed in the eyes of the noble concubine Lan. What could be more gratifying than fighting within the enemy's den?

"Princess, princess, wake up." Fuluo felt someone shaking her arm. Unable to endure it any longer, Fuluo sat up abruptly and said, "Mom, what are you doing? I want to sleep." Fuluo, still half-asleep, spoke with considerable impatience.

Then, should we invite His Majesty to take a look at you

He let out a muffled groan, turned over, and pinned Fu Luo beneath him, kissing her with the force of a tempest. Fu Luo's heart screamed, let the storm come even more fiercely. Unexpectedly, the usually dignified and self-proclaimed aloof Fu Luo turned out to be an unabashed seductress. She secretly despised herself, yet could not help but lean into him, twisting alluringly and moaning enticingly. After all, she utilized everything the leading lady in adult films did, giving it her all. Since it was a dream, it should be thoroughly enjoyable to do justice to this once-in-a-lifetime exquisite spring dream that had eluded her for over twenty years.

What do you call me

Fro reluctantly learned the movements she had seen in adult films, gently tracing her fingers over his eyebrows, then moving to his eyes, nose, and lips. Suddenly, Fro felt a cold flash before her eyes. The handsome man beneath her fingers opened his eyes, which were indeed beautiful, deep and dark blue like the midnight sea, cold and piercing just like the midnight sea. Wait, Fro seemed to see disdain in those eyes. What is going on? You are merely a character in my dreams, I am your creator, how dare you give me that look? The handsome man beneath her fingers opened his eyes, which were indeed beautiful, deep and dark blue like the midnight sea, cold and piercing just like the midnight sea. Wait, Fro seemed to see disdain in those eyes. What is going on? You are merely a character in my dreams, I am your creator, how dare you give me that look? Fro angrily cupped the cool man's face with both hands, seeing an incredulous expression on his face. With determination, she brushed over his eyes, gently pressed her lips against his, surprisingly soft and warm, gently turning, her tongue teasingly brushing against his earlobe, his collarbone, her fingers gliding almost imperceptibly beneath his silk robe, sliding down to...

The ministers below the throne trembled in silence, fearing that they would be the next target of the emperor's wrath

In the Qingtong Palace, Consort Yu and numerous other concubines were waiting for the long-delayed Consort Fu, when they heard from the servants of the Handan Pavilion that Consort Fu was unwell and would not be able to come today. The entire Qingtong Palace immediately erupted like boiling porridge, as everyone finally found a topic to discuss with criticism. Although they did not dare to speak openly to Consort Yu, their voices were certainly loud enough for the current head of the six palaces, Consort Yu, to hear.

"Indeed, she has been in the palace for two years, and it was only last night that the Emperor stayed the entire night at the Lotus Pavilion. She has become so arrogant because of this. If the Emperor were to stay at the Lotus Pavilion again tomorrow, wouldn't she be soaring to the heavens?" said the gossiping concubine.

Today, during the morning court session, His Majesty Emperor Longxuan of the Yanxia Dynasty astonishingly lost his focus.

Last night’s intoxicating and splendid passion still lingered in Xuan Ao’s mind. He recalled the playful and enchanting lilac tongue gliding over his body, and the snake-like, silky texture of her form was truly irresistible. A faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. As he thought of this, Xuan Ao unconsciously shifted his sitting posture to conceal his involuntary lower body reaction. The ministers below the steps, upon seeing the Emperor unexpectedly smile, became even more vigorous in their petitions. However, when Xuan Ao’s memories froze on the woman’s face, his expression darkened instantly. It was actually that woman whom he deeply loathed and held in extreme contempt that had left such an impression on him. The ministers below the steps, upon seeing the Emperor unexpectedly smile, became even more vigorous in their petitions. However, when Xuan Ao’s memories froze on the woman’s face, his expression darkened instantly. It was actually that woman whom he deeply loathed and held in extreme contempt that had left such an impression on him.

On the first day of the third month in the ninth year of the reign of Longxuan during the scorching summer.

Princess, are you still going to Qingtong Palace today?

"Princess, please do not be angry." At that moment, the person before her knelt down. This frightened Fuluo to death; her own mother was kneeling before her, which was quite extraordinary. Upon closer inspection, she realized that her mother had become so young. No, this was not her mother; it was a strange young woman dressed like someone from ancient times. What had she just called her? "Princess." Fuluo's drowsiness immediately dissipated.

Fro was thinking that if the Emperor were to come to see her, she would only die faster. She wondered who that cool guy from last night was, as it should only be the Emperor who is a true man in this palace. Could he be a flower thief? No, that doesn't seem right. It appears that Fro has misunderstood her identity after her transmigration. After all, that girl referred to herself as a princess, so naturally, she thought of the Emperor as her father and the imperial concubine as her stepmother. A princess, a princess, the most miserable profession in the world. Why couldn't I be a queen or something? The heartless author. After all, that girl referred to herself as a princess, so naturally, she thought of the Emperor as her father and the imperial concubine as her stepmother. A princess, a princess, the most miserable profession in the world. Why couldn't I be a queen or something? The heartless author.

I won't go, just say that I am ill

On the first day of the third month in the ninth year of the reign of Yanxia Longxuan, a court assembly was held at the Qingtong Palace.

"Princess, princess." The buzzing sound, akin to that of a mosquito, echoed in Fu Luo's ears, sounding exceedingly noisy to her, who was overwhelmed by indulgence and severely lacking in sleep.

A man who captivates one’s gaze, making it hard to blink. Over the past twenty years, Fu Luo has encountered countless men, yet compared to this one, they are like the vast mountains compared to an ant, utterly incomparable.

Hearing his gradually roughening breaths, hearing his involuntary moans, Fu Luo felt her whole body tremble, that sensation was like being on a cloud, like being at the bottom of the sea, wishing it would never stop. His rhythm became faster and more ferocious, and finally, amidst Fu Luo's cries of "help," they both reached the shores of pleasure.

The emperor's expression changed suddenly, frightening the Minister of Works who had just been so pleased with himself while reporting on matters.

"She has always been willful and arrogant, and now it seems she has become even more so. It would be best to keep a distance from her in the future," said the concubine of the eighth rank.

This is the first time in over twenty years that Fu Luo has dreamed of a handsome man. Since it is a dream, Fu Luo's eyes lit up; how could it be a pity not to savor such a delightful dish

Xuan Ao struck the armrest of the dragon throne and said, "Wang Jinqing, you dare to ask me for money again? I have already given you 4 million taels of silver to manage the Anyou River, yet there has been no effect. You still have the audacity to ask me for more money. Guards, take him away and hand him over to the Ministry of Justice for trial, with the Ministry of Revenue assisting in this case. I want to see what you have accomplished all these years." After a moment of anger, Xuan Ao calmly continued, "The position of Minister of Works will be temporarily filled by the Deputy Minister of Works. Manage the Anyou River properly, or Wang Jinqing will be your example."

Exhausted to the point of fatigue, Fu Luo was drowsily on the verge of falling asleep again. However, the thought that this spring dream would vanish without a trace at dawn filled her with regret. Such a strikingly handsome man, with both lethal and combat prowess, would be gone by morning. Fu Luo steeled herself and decided to once again stir his passion.

"Alright, enough said. Did not Sister Feifei mention that she is unwell and cannot come today?" The Lan Xianfei, seated to the left of the main seat, spoke up. She is renowned in the palace as the most virtuous woman, with her father being the current Minister of Personnel, thus holding a position of great power and influence. Moreover, she is the biological mother of the Crown Prince, making her status quite extraordinary. Even Yuruo and the two Fei Luo, who control the harem, do not dare to provoke her lightly.

Sitting on a bed intricately carved from yellow pear wood, surrounded by deep purple gauze curtains, in front is a large red floor-to-ceiling fabric curtain that separates the sleeping area from the other rooms. To the left should be a massive white jade bathtub, with blue gauze curtains hanging as a partition, and to the right is a window, definitely the kind made of paper. The colors here are truly hard to agree with, the more I look, the more it gives me a headache

"Mom, let me sleep a little longer," he mumbled, pulling the blanket up to cover his head, ignoring the soft yet nagging calls.

Looking down at herself, she thought it would be fine not to look, but upon seeing, she was truly frightened. Her arms and body were covered in bruises of various shades of purple and blue. She anxiously shifted her thigh; heavens, it was so sore, and even more so below. Could it be that last night was not a dream, or was she still not awake from the dream? Reluctantly, Fu Luo pinched herself again, and it hurt, so much that tears fell down her cheeks.

It is unexpected that the Emperor stayed overnight at the Lotus Pavilion, which has emboldened Concubine Fu to such an extent that she even dares to skip the morning court of the Noble Consort.

"Princess," the woman immediately made a gesture for silence, "Be careful, there may be ears on the other side of the wall. Although the princess is reluctant, after all, Consort Yu is the one who commands the six palaces."

Your Highness, today is the first day of the third month in the ninth year of the Yanxia Longxuan era

Flora, like a turtle withdrawing into its shell, burrowed back into the covers, intending to sleep away her troubles, hoping that when she awoke, she might find herself back in her own time.

Frolo heard her words clearly, but did not understand her meaning. "What noble consort are you talking about?"

What day is it today?" Flo asked with a tremor, fearing to hear an answer she did not wish to hear

"Princess, Princess, it was only because I had no choice that I awakened you. Today is the first day of the month, and we should go to the Qingtong Palace to pay our respects to the noble Consort Yu. I, a humble servant, was afraid that the noble Consort would blame you, Princess, which is why I dared to wake you up." The woman kneeling before her trembled in fear.

"No." Little Green found it somewhat unbelievable that Fu Luo had refused. The master had tried every possible means to meet the Emperor, often feigning illness to summon him. Today, however, it was inexplicable that she was not pretending to be ill for the sake of the Emperor.

It seems that this little green has completely misunderstood Fuluo's meaning. It is a case of mismatched communication. Fuluo pinched her thigh hard, "Ouch, my goodness." It really hurts; it seems this is not a dream. Is this ancient girl in front of me rehearsing a play? Fuluo carefully observed her surroundings.

It turns out that not only can time be squeezed like a sponge, but energy can also be like a sponge. Fuluo successfully ignited his second and third desires, but by the fourth time, Fuluo truly had no energy left and fainted. The last moment of consciousness was that he was indeed too intense.