The Lustful Young Master starting with Holy Maiden.-Chapter 59 - 2) The Flashback

"This Queen Consort is willing to submit,"

ZhaoFan’s eyes opened once more, narrowing at the marvelous ethereal vision before him, yet he remained seated on the jade-ornate chair.

A Queen Consort, daring to offer her slumbering body to him? How amusing. This was a gamble worth playing.

In the end, what was the emperor? A mere dog, yet the Imperial family isn’t something to be taken lightly.

They have 23 individuals who have broken through the Divine Emperor realm and almost one hundred old men who have broken through the Holy Emperor realm.

He once again looked at her,

Her wavy brown hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of dark secrets, framing a face as radiant as the moon on a springless night.

Her eyes, a deep brown that held ancient wisdom, sparkled with a hunger he understood all too well.

Her shapely, full lips curled into a beguiling smile as if to entice a serpent from its lair.

ZhaoFan set his empty wine cup aside, rising from his chair with liquid grace. He circled her, drinking in the enticing lines of her voluptuous form, the swell of her breasts tempting him to take a bite.

He reached out to trail a finger along the supple curve of her waist, feeling the heat of her skin even through the layers of fabric separating them.

She had the good back cushions, round and perky, well developed mountain peaks and curvaceous figure, jade like skin, smooth long legs ending on elegant lotus feet.

"You’re bold, I’ll give you that," he purred, his voice a seductive whisper that teased along her earlobe.

"But surely you must know that a dragon’s bed is no plaything for mere mortals to entice with empty promises of silk and spices. If you truly wish to gain my support, you must offer me more than just your tender flesh..."

"Open your sea of consciousness and accept my imprint, I shall make sure your son has my support and backing,"

His hands roamed upwards, fingertips grazing the underside of her breasts before continuing to stroke the smooth expanse of her throat, his thumb brushing against the delicate column of her pulse.

He could feel it racing faster and harder.

"Of course, the Queen consort is free to refuse, This Zhao understands the situation," like a winter wind, it chilled her spine.

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The Queen Consort stood still as marble, yet beneath her elegant posture roared a storm.

Open my Sea of Consciousness...?

The words echoed inside her like a tolling bell in a ruined temple. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

It felt not like a request but rather a command wrapped in white silk.

If I let him in... there is no taking it back. I will be marked and bound forever.

Her heartbeat thudded against her ribs like a prisoner seeking escape.

To allow a spiritual imprint was not mere intimacy; it was a soul contract, a branding.

She would be Zhao Fan’s... not just in body, but in spirit.

And yet...

My son... he’s weak. Not without intelligence, but without a blade in his hand or allies at his back, he is already half buried.

The Empress’s son, Prince Jinhai, already had three sects and a few noble families behind him.

My son has not a single backing...

Even the Grand Marshal supports the empress’s son openly, then again, it’s to be granted, the empress is his granddaughter.

If I do this... Zhao Fan will protect him.

Maybe even make him stand against monsterous princes. Maybe even crown him.

The Zhao family is also a ancient family.

Her hands trembled beneath her sleeves.

She had played court chess for years, and learned how to survive without ever showing desperation.

She came from a humble background.

She possessed both beauty and intelligence as such, she had no problem using her body.

But this...

This wasn’t court intrigue. This was a cultivation world. And Zhao Fan was no courtier, he was a fierce demon in human flesh, a force that couldn’t be poisoned, seduced, or outwitted easily.

What if he discards me after? What if he turns on us the moment my son grows useful? What if he imprints me only to break me like the Empress broke the last consort who got too bold?

She bit the inside of her cheek, hard, until the metallic tang of blood reminded her she was still sovereign over her own body.

But what if I don’t?

If I walk away now... I will lose everything.

I need at least some support to stand against others.

The Empress was already tightening the noose.

The Emperor, swayed by whispers and power, no longer even looked at her.

Every previous consort had lost the favor of the emperor, or had been discarded, or turned to monasteries.

My son is my only future... My only legacy...

My cultivation speed has already slowed down and my talent is highly lacking... And soon I will age, losing my beauty and youth.

What value i have now will float like river, never to return back.

Her eyes slid to Zhao Fan’s form, lounging with terrifying ease, as if the heavens themselves bent at his whims.

A man like that could burn entire dynasties with a laugh...

But he could also create emperors.

She inhaled softly, shoulders lifting and falling like the wings of a bird about to leap from a high branch.

Her sea of consciousness trembled, sensing the approach of something ancient and immense, a demonic monster.

For my son... for the legacy that no one will write unless I carve it in blood...

She closed her eyes, still hesitating.

"it seems Queen Consort has some issue, then, let this Zhao give you some comfort, within next year, I will have four more Great Emperor realm powerhouse, I will even make sure to guide your son and help him breakthrough, of course, the payment shall be given by queen consort the very same night,"

"This Zhao doesn’t boast idly, but let it be known, that I can make sure your son remains the most talented, however, once the consort submits, you aren’t not allowed to give your body to the emperor... not even mouth or hand,"

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Hearing emperor realm powerhouse and his guidance,

"Very well, Young Master Zhao... I shall accept your imprint," She said, bowing her head.

"However, it will be hard, once my son starts to show rapid talent, it will attract the attention of the Emperor, and the Empress Dowager shall make sure that the Emperor will fertilize my Yin Garden for another child,"

She replied earnestly, sometimes, to survive in the palace and in the cultivation world, a woman had to offer her soul to buy her son a future.

If she had met Zhao earlier she would definitely be his concubine, giving her pure self, seal intacted.

"Indeed, once the flower starts to bloom greatness, it’s natural to plant another seed in the same field," Zhao Fan said with wisdom of vast life.

"But I will make sure the Empress dowager won’t have any say," Zhao Fan smirked.

Tch, Tch, Tch, let’s just castrate the emperor with a curse making sure his Yang roots will never connect.

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( Fellow Doaist, how about donating powerstones and golden ticket so this Emperor can’t heal even with celestial treasures, furthermore, this scholar shall release more Chapters with motivation )

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