Yanyue's eyes snapped opened and her heart was pounding like a drum.
"What was that?!" she thought frantically to herself.
She was doing that with another man in her dream!
No, it was Lucianna who looks exactly like her!
Nevertheless, their faces were a duplicate of each other, so she couldn't separate the woman and herself. Her heart was still beating fast from intense pleasure experienced by a replica of her in the dream, which felt quite real for a moment.
Flashes of what happened at the restaurant returned to her. She kneaded her forehead recalling the scene of herself in agony. The head throbs seemed to disappear and it was as if she had never experienced it.
When her breathing steadied, she realized that she was on her bed at the Eastern Palace.
She wondered how she got back and where Yanfeng was.
"How is she?"
A familiar voice asked from the balcony.
After a few seconds of silence, it continued, "Take care of her and the baby."
The conversation stopped after a beep sound. Entered from the balcony was Beichen, who was tucking his phone away into his suit pocket.
"Your highness..." said Yanyue, who couldn't entirely face the man because of the guilt she felt for "cheating" in her dream.
"Your schemes are getting bolder each time I meet you," said Beichen as he sat on the bed beside Yanyue. "Your jealousy knows no bound."
He grasped her chin with his fingers, preventing Yanyue from talking. Then, he glared into her eyes and threatened, "I'm being partial to you because of grandma, but if you dare to hurt her again, then I won't let you go."
Beichen's deep eyes were like a spell that could freeze Yanyue's body, preventing her from breathing normally. She could feel that he was indeed being serious. However, as much as he could endure all his abuses and other accuses, accepting something that she didn't do was crossing it a little bit.
She summoned from her pinched lips, "I didn't push her."
He gripped her chin with more force and said with gritted teeth, "She almost lost her baby, and you're still not admitting to your mistakes?"
"I really didn't do it. Not this time or last time either. Please believe me," she begged hopelessly.
"Did you forget that I was also there?" commented Beichen.
"I don't know how she fell either."
He scoffed, "Don't know? Let me show you."
The bed sunk as Beichen pushed Yanyue down and strapped her between his legs. He huffed and loosened his ties to release the anger in his chest.
"I remember that she fell like this. If this isn't pushing, then what is?" he paused, "Or were you too concentrated on cheating that you even forgot what you did?"
Yanyue frowned in puzzlement. Her complicated dreams were another matter, but it was correct to say that she had never cheated on Beichen in real life. In her opinion, no one was more attractive than this man, so she would never seek out anyone else. How did he even assume such a thing as her dishonesty? Especially when she had explained that her relationship with Yanfeng was purely just friends.
Beichen of course refused to believe Yanyue because of his pride. Furthermore, he heard from Wanyue that this woman would wag her tail in front of any man she saw. And it was true. When she wasn't with Jason, then she would call for Yanfeng.
Even if this marriage was not by choice, he sincerely resented it when his woman, despite his feelings for her, clung to another man. So, to show her who she belonged to, he was going to apply the most ruthless discipline. He stripped off his suit jacket and tossed it aside. He unbuckled the leather belt on his pants and used it to tie her hands up her head.
Yanyue's heart was racing out of fear, "Your highness, what are you doing?"
Beichen's lips curled up wickedly, "Teaching you what pushing means."
It was too late to stop him when Yanyue understood what he wanted to do; he had already ripped apart her dress.
He whispered in her ears, "This is your punishment."
With no cue of any sort, he revealed her pink well and abruptly inserted one finger inside her.
"Uugh!" she cried in pain. There wasn't any foreplay, so she was still dry.
The man didn't care at all and continued to push his finger in and out. When she was wet, he stuck in another finger.
"Your mouth says no, but your body is honest."
Yanyue's face flushed in shame. She couldn't accept that she would feel something being forced like this. Her body just responded on its own despite the rejection in her heart. It was as if there was another personality that was hidden deep in her soul, and that other self craved his touches.
She was so wet that when he moved his fingers, there was a slippery and sticky sound echoing in the room.
The man smirked wickedly, "You're such a slut drenching the whole bed."
Yanyue couldn't say anything because she was feeling too much pleasure from the way his fingers massaged her innermost and sensitive parts.
"No, I'm... Ahng!
Her curvy body arched high as a clear liquid sprayed onto the bed and Beichen's arm, which he licked away seductively while gazing down at his piece of artwork.
He wasn't as nearly satisfied as he expected, so he zipped his pants and drew out his rock-hard member. He kneeled between her face and shoved himself inside her mouth, which made Yanyue almost gagged out the food that she ate from the Korean restaurant.
"Mmnh!" he moaned with a deep voice. The warmth of her mouth around him felt so good that he could come any minute.
"Suck it clean," he demanded of the woman.
Yanyue frowned, but the next thing she knew, her mouth was already running on its own. She teased his hardness with her tongue—on the tip, behind the tip, around the tip—everything in her mouth was to her disposal.
Like always, she knew what he liked, what made him close his eyes like he was praying, and what made him growl from the core of this throat. She learned and recognized everything about him. This was a testament to how desperate and obsessive she was about him. And sometimes, she wished that this wasn't the case.
"Fuck!" Beichen pulled out after a long time holding in the hot, sticky juice that was now all over Yanyue's face. She wiped the stuff off her face; she wasn't as daring as him to lick it.
Perhaps, she was pregnant so tiredness easily consumed her because she fell into a deep sleep after Beichen left.
*
On this shimmering full moon, the Palace was decorated and filled with music and laughter. Young people of all caliber dressed in elegant and beautiful clothes, with the women showing off their family wealth based on the sizes of their dresses—the bigger and fluffier, the richer they were.
Yanyue, the princess consort, was of course adorned with one of the biggest and fluffiest dresses of all the ladies in the banquet hall. She rejected such unnecessary standards, but Grandma Lu wouldn't take her no's. In the end, she was stuck to wearing something that she felt was the opposite of Klotho's comfortable motto.
With not much to do before the banquet commenced, she was listening to the wonderful string quartet playing from the distance as she chat with Grandma Lu. The seat beside her was empty because Beichen was not here, even though they were supposed to come to the Royal Banquet together as a couple. But, she knew that he would show up because this banquet was important.
The crown prince, Jinchen, was sent on a quest to the northern territory to eliminate a terrorist group that had been threatening the country's peace for years now. It had been six years since his deployment, and he had finally successfully brought down the terrorist group. So, the king hosted this banquet to celebrate his triumphant return.
The last time Yanyue saw the crown prince was when they were children, and it was so long ago that her memories of him were spotty.
However, it seemed that he grew up to be a very mature and handsome man. The way he rested on the chair was like Beichen, elegant and dignified, matching the likes of his prestigious identity. One main difference was that he didn't look as cold or unapproachable as Beichen because he could smile if requested or when necessary of.
Sitting beside him was the crown princess, Suyin. This was the first time that Yanyue met the Suyin. As the rumors suggested, she was truly an outstanding woman with a natural beauty that surpassed all the women that Yanyue had seen before.
Suyin also appeared to be an outspoken person as she was doing most of the socializing on behalf of the crown prince, even laughing after what Yanyue thought were lame jokes. Well, even Yanyue herself found those lame jokes funny, which was the point.
Along with the return of the crown prince was Major General Shen. He came back home when Yanyue's engagement with Beichen was announced, but he left soon after that to go back to the northern territory. Yanyue was sad that her father couldn't be there to witness her wedding.
Perhaps, it might be for the best that he wasn't there as she didn't know how long her marriage was going to last. Who knew when Beichen would divorce her; she felt that that day was just right around the corner.
As she sighed in bitterness, a new guest joined the banquet. It was a beautiful young woman by the name of Chu-hua. Yanyue didn't know who she was, but she could tell that the woman was a distinguished guest because of the way other people greeted her respectfully.
"Congratulations crown prince for returning home safely. You have sacrificed a lot for the country," said Chu-hua as she greeted the crown prince and crown princess with a bow.
Jinchen smiled warmly towards the woman and said, "Thank you Lady Chu-hua."
The woman gazed directly into the crown prince's eyes for a quick second before she gracefully smiled back and took her seat away from the crown prince and crown princess.
But was it Yanyue's imagination or the crown prince was a different person in front of this Chu-hua woman? He was gentler compared to Beichen, but he was still pretty hard to approach, but this woman just greeted him without even batting an eyelid as if she was used to meeting the crown prince. And it seemed that the crown prince saw no problem with it and even seemed to relish her appearance.
Yanyue observed the Suyin and noticed that the upward curve on the woman's lips had dimmed down. She could even tell that the crown princess's eyes were radiating with an envious glow, something that Yanyue herself wasn't a stranger to in the least. She wondered if there was a history that she didn't know about these three people. If there was one, then she ought that it wasn't the happiest story to recount.
However, she had no time to speculate about this yet because her husband had just entered the room arms-in-arms with her sister. There was a moment of astonishment from the guests as they whispered the obvious gossips amongst themselves. Yanyue heard someone giggled quietly and then said, "That's the second prince's mistress. Are we going to see a play today?"
Beichen was not deaf to the gasps and buzzes in the room, but he ignored those unimportant lower people's blabbers. He guided the woman next to him carefully down the aisle and stopped by his reserved seat. He pulled the chair beside him for Wanyue and then they sat down to wait for the banquet as everyone else.
Right next to him, Yanyue felt like her body was burning in hot water from the humiliation that Beichen gave her. Usually, a married couple would arrive together at a royal banquet. This was a tradition that had been passed from ancient times. But to come with his lover instead of his wife showed instability of the husband and wife's marriage.
Beichen's action was out of the norm that it angered the old lady very much. If it was any other time, then she would have given her grandson a great lesson but this was her first grandson's celebration so she held back.
If there was one person that she pitied, then it would be the child next to her. So to show her empathy, she held onto Yanyue's hand as if to reassure that she would not let this issue go.