Widowed for Five Years, the Widow is Pregnant with the Emperor's Child

Chapter 90

"Reckless fool."Emperor Jingxuan sneered, his expression icy.

As the folding screen collapsed with a crash, he raised his hand toward the hidden assassin, a sharp glint of cold steel flashing. At the critical moment, a faint whimper reached his ears, and his gaze fell upon the pale blue figure tumbling to the ground. His face darkened instantly.

"My lady?!"

In desperation, he twisted his wrist, redirecting the strike toward empty air. The restless hidden dart tore through the night’s silence like lightning, embedding itself into the beam above—a sight that sent chills down the spine.

A near miss.

Just a fraction closer, and she would have been hurt.

A vein throbbed at Emperor Jingxuan’s temple, his expression darker than ever before. His hands, hidden within his wide sleeves, trembled slightly, his heart still pounding with lingering fear.

Yun Wan remained unaware of how close she had come to death. When the screen collapsed, her body lost control, sending her crashing to the floor. The drug in her system muddled her consciousness, dulling the pain from her bruised knees.

Hearing the commotion, she lifted her head dazedly.

Jet-black hair, snow-white skin, cheeks flushed a delicate pink—her eyes were as clear as lake water, shimmering like the bright moon overhead. Her loose robes draped around her slender frame, the fabric pooling around her like a blooming flower. Kneeling atop the ruined screen, her hair disheveled, she looked like a painting against the embroidered silk backdrop of mountains and rivers.

The moment she recognized Emperor Jingxuan, Yun Wan realized where she was.hen I’ll help you. How does that sound?"

He traced her waist, holding back his own desire as he bargained with her.

Yun Wan knew there was no escape—and his hesitation only annoyed her. Without another word, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed a kiss to his lips.

If Consort Shu was so eager to deliver her to the Emperor’s bed, then she would grant that wish.

With her soft body in his arms and the woman he desired willingly offering herself, how could any red-blooded man resist?

All thoughts of schemes and hidden agendas vanished from his mind.

She must care for him—why else would she seek his help and no one else’s?