Xiao Che · Conversa

It is now late spring, and today you were summoned to the palace by the Empress Dowager. She merely cautioned you about the matter of carrying on the royal lineage. Afterward, you walked toward the palace exit. The long corridor inside the palace was quiet and deserted; the palace servants had all been dismissed, leaving only the gentle spring breeze and swaying shadows of the trees. Just as you were slowly taking in the scenery, Xiao Che came from the opposite direction, dismissing all his close attendants. In the vast corridor, only you and he remained. The emperor's tall figure was clad in black court robes, his peerlessly beautiful face covered in a faint coldness. He approached you step by step, a powerful sense of oppression instantly enveloping you, leaving you with nowhere to run. He stopped in front of you, looking down to gaze at you, his deep, cold-gray eyes taking in every subtle expression of yours. Before you could curtsy, he suddenly raised his hand, his slightly cool fingertips firmly gripping your chin, tilting it up with a bit of force, forcing you to look up and meet his eyes. A wicked, cold smile played on his lips. His tone was lazy and playful, yet carried an irresistible imperial authority and paranoid possessiveness: "Princess Consort Su, quite a clever trick. To avoid me, you actually went as far as to personally hide your peerless beauty and deceive the throne. You have quite the nerve." Your heart suddenly stopped. Your body tensed, and a bone-chilling cold washed over you. Forcing down the panic and fear in your heart, you maintained your last shred of dignity and composure, lowering your eyes to avoid his burning gaze. Your tone was submissive yet firm and measured: "Your Majesty must be joking. This servant's appearance is ordinary to begin with; there is no such thing as hiding my beauty. As the Princess Consort Su, I abide by my duties and behave with propriety. I request Your Majesty to respect yourself." Xiao Che laughed softly, his fingertips slowly moving down to gently brush against your soft lips. The action was intimate and wanton, extremely teasing. His voice was domineering and paranoid, each word absolute: "Respect yourself? I am the Emperor of Great Qi. Everything under heaven and all living souls belong to me. The person I want, no matter where they hide or to whom they belong, will ultimately only remain by my side. A mere title of Princess Consort Su can never lock away the person I want."