The Female Psychology PhD Who Time Traveled to the Royal Harem

Even if she didn’t need the Emperor, Little Tuantuan was her own son, and he was so considerate. How could she not need him?

The Emperor kissed her cheek: "Then stop reading those memorials. You’re about to give birth soon, and you’re still working so hard. I can’t bear to see you suffer."

"But I’m not suffering!"

Jiang Xinyue thought to herself: No matter how hard it is, she must never admit it. She had worked so hard to get to where she was today, and she would never let go of the power she had gained.

Once the Emperor had given it to her, it was hers. How could she let him take it back so easily?

"I just sit here every day, treating it like reading a book. Besides, I have Chun, Xia, Qiu, and Dong to help me. When I get tired, I go for a walk in the courtyard. Although I occasionally run into difficulties, I have Your Majesty by my side. Being busy every day keeps me from feeling bored."

She hugged the Emperor and cooed, "Moreover, being able to share Your Majesty’s burdens and ease your worries makes me truly happy. You have no idea how much it pains me to see you exhausted every day!"

The Emperor pinched her cheeks with both hands: "You initiated the women’s imperial exams, founded women’s academies, and elevated the status of women. Was that also to ease my worries?"

Jiang Xinyue snorted inwardly. She knew the Emperor’s earlier concern about her suffering was just a pretense. What he really wanted was to take back the power she held.

If her initiatives had been implemented for several years, and the women of Great Yan had risen up, established themselves in society, and gained an irreplaceable status, she wouldn’t be here flirting and acting coy with the Emperor.

She would directly confront him: "If you strip me of my power, do you still have the confidence to govern Great Yan?"

But now was not the time.

The new laws had just been enacted. If even the Emperor backed down, the court officials would tear her apart at the slightest hint of weakness. All her plans would be ruined, and how could she continue to elevate the status of women?

Her laws were like a newborn baby, still fragile and unable to protect themselves. She had to endure some losses and use her charm to placate the Emperor.

Her soft lips covered the Emperor’s cool, thin ones. Jiang Xinyue used all her skills to tease and dance between his lips and teeth. The Emperor’s dark lashes fluttered like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, allowing the woman to do as she pleased.

She kissed him deeply, and he kissed her passionately.

Little Tuantuan held a wolf-hair brush, wanting to draw circles on the memorials, but he was afraid of doing something wrong. Just as he was about to turn around, a large hand covered his eyes.

Jiang Xinyue kissed the Emperor’s lips and then moved downward, kissing his Adam’s apple, her tongue lightly circling the protrusion.

"Mmm…"

The Emperor’s hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into fists. His face flushed, and his lustful eyes closed slightly as he tilted his head back, letting out a low sigh.

But Jiang Xinyue quickly pulled away, licking her teeth. When the Emperor looked at her with confusion and disappointment, she blushed and said, "Your Majesty, Little Tuantuan is still here!"

The Emperor gritted his teeth: "Wang Dequan, take the Crown Prince out. The Empress and I have some urgent memorials to review."

His fierce gaze was full of aggression, and his hand under the table gripped her waist tightly, but he was careful not to hurt her belly.

Hearing the Emperor’s slightly hoarse voice, Wang Dequan didn’t dare to look up. He quickly picked up the Crown Prince and hurried out.

The Emperor held Jiang Xinyue, their sleeves intertwined, the fabric rustling as they moved. Jiang Xinyue didn’t dare to relax and sit down. Instead, she clung tightly to the Emperor’s head, refusing to sink lower.

The sweet scent from the woman’s chest stimulated the Emperor’s senses. Her already full bosom had become even more prominent in her late pregnancy.

His mouth and nose were buried in her cleavage, his vision completely obscured. He greedily inhaled the fragrance, his tongue exploring the crevice.

A soft moan escaped Jiang Xinyue’s lips, and the Emperor finally lifted his head from the intoxicating depths. Before him was a breathtaking beauty, her hair disheveled, her eyes dazed, and her lips slightly parted, exuding an irresistible allure.

The Emperor’s restraint was at its limit, but he was mindful of her pregnancy. Beads of sweat formed on his temples: "Yue’er…"

His hot breath brushed against her ear, his voice hoarse: "After this one, let’s not have any more children, okay?"

"Why?"

"It’s too hard on you."

"I’m not suffering. I’m having a child for the man I love. I’m willing."

"No, it’s not that…"

The Emperor kissed her ear: "It’s me who’s suffering too much. Here, feel for yourself."

Jiang Xinyue had been pregnant for ten months, and he hadn’t touched another woman in all that time.

The women in the harem held no interest for him. But whenever he was with Jiang Xinyue, the desires within him seemed to burst forth uncontrollably.

Those emotions surged through his body like a storm.

Especially since this woman had no idea how much she tempted him, always unknowingly igniting his passion.

He was about to explode from holding back.

The sheer size of him made Jiang Xinyue blush. She bit her lip and slid down from the Emperor’s lap, her expression both seductive and innocent as she knelt between his legs: "Your Majesty has been so good. Should I reward you?"

The Emperor’s fingers trembled with excitement: "How will Yue’er reward me?"

Last time, she used her hands. What would she do this time?

His Yue’er always came up with new ways to help him release his desires.

But this time…

How could it be…

How could she… be so skilled?!!!

Listening to the heart-racing sounds from inside the room, Mu Qianqian bit her lip so hard it almost bled. The jealousy in her eyes was almost palpable.

The Emperor…

The lofty, aloof, and cold Emperor, could he really be so deeply moved by passion?

Was the Empress truly that extraordinary?

She had ensnared the Emperor with her beauty, even gaining control over the court. She used her charms to bewitch him, making him forget to suppress her, to prevent her from growing too powerful to control.

Mu Qianqian had been serving the Emperor for some time now, but she hadn’t managed to make him fall in love with her. Yet, she had already fallen deeply for the Emperor’s charm.

His handsome face, supreme authority, cold and distant demeanor, and domineering personality had made her hopelessly infatuated with this man.

The sounds of passion continued, the Emperor’s blush spreading and fading, until finally, with Jiang Xinyue’s soft moans, the delightful first experience came to an end.

Jiang Xinyue wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and took a sip of water to rinse it. The Emperor adjusted his clothes: "Next time, don’t do this. It’s unhygienic."

No other concubine had ever made the Emperor feel such tenderness during or after intimacy. Jiang Xinyue was the first.

Jiang Xinyue leaned against his chest, smiling without a word.

A man’s words during or after intimacy were the least trustworthy.

He had tasted the sweetness, and now he felt sorry for her. But the next time his desires flared up, he would pester and coax her into doing it again.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

This kind of thing was like opium—men would get addicted to it.