Chapter 794: How Does Your Majesty Wish to Play?

‘Since you’re such a mas0chist, how could I not toy with you properly after all the frustration I had to endure bowing and scraping before you?’

Song Qingshu quickly formed a plan in his mind.

“Your Majesty, are you satisfied now?” Empress Pei Man gazed at the man seated before her with dewy eyes.

“Hmm—” Song Qingshu responded noncommittally. “We have been standing all day, and Our legs are sore. Empress, massage them for Us.”

‘This d*mned eunuch really thinks he’s the Emperor?’

Empress Pei Man was both amused and exasperated. But since she was in the mood today, she decided to play along—just to see what tricks this wretched eunuch could come up with.

“As you wish~” she replied in a honeyed voice. Perhaps remembering her earlier lesson, she didn’t stand up but instead knelt on the floor, shuffling toward him on her knees. Though the distance wasn’t far, the friction against her pampered skin soon left her knees burning. Strangely, the slight pain didn’t bother her—in fact, it nearly drew a soft m0an from her lips.

Thankfully, her noble upbringing helped her suppress the impulse, though her fair cheeks flushed pink.

Looking down, Song Qingshu caught a glimpse of her smooth, creamy skin through her collar, now tinged with a delicate blush. He couldn’t help but marvel: “Is she already ar0used just from this?”

“Your Majesty, does this please you?” Empress Pei Man kneeled beside him, kneading his legs. Finding her wide sleeves cumbersome, she rolled them up, revealing slender, snow-white arms.

“Not bad.” Song Qingshu glanced at her, inwardly admiring how her sheltered life in the palace had kept her skin so supple and fair.

Empress Pei Man’s complexion was smoother than that of most young maidens—milky, flawless, and so soft it seemed to beckon the touch.

Though not a peerless beauty, she had delicate features—bright eyes, slender brows, a high forehead—and her ample curves exuded a natural sensuality. Any man would consider her a treasure. The fact that Emperor Xizong of Jin had neglected such a woman in the rear palace made Song Qingshu question his masculinity.

Earlier, at Autumn Fragrance Pavilion, his encounter with the yellow-robed woman’s sister had already stirred his desires. Now, with Empress Pei Man’s provocations, he found it increasingly difficult to restrain himself.

Empress Pei Man, pressed close to him, soon noticed the heat radiating from his body. Her eyes flickered with surprise:

‘How strange. I’ve heard eunuchs always carry a lingering stench, but he has none—instead, there’s something oddly pleasant about his scent.’

It never crossed her mind that a fake eunuch could infiltrate the palace. Her confusion was fleeting, quickly overshadowed by the intoxicating scent he exuded. Finding the roleplay unexpectedly enjoyable, she threw herself into massaging him with all her skill—even more diligently than when she had once tried to please the Empress Dowager as a young girl.

“Your Majesty, let this concubine knead your shoulders.”

After receiving his nod, she eagerly climbed onto the bed, pressing herself against his back as her fingers worked his shoulders. “Your Majesty, is this to your liking?”

Even in loose robes, Empress Pei Man’s ample bosom was impossible to ignore. Now, clad only in thin silk and pressed tightly against Song Qingshu’s back, the weighty sensation made his mouth go dry as his mind conjured vivid images of her voluptuous curves.

And it wasn’t just him—Empress Pei Man was also losing her composure. Unlike the soft, effeminate eunuchs she was used to, Song Qingshu’s broad shoulders and firm muscles made her feel as though she were serving a real man. ℞äＮo͍𝐁ÈṠ

Resting her cheek against his shoulder, she shuddered as his warm breath brushed her face. Mesmerized by the movement of his Adam’s apple, she impulsively leaned in and k!ssed it.

Holding her soft, fragrant b0dy, Song Qingshu could feel her warmth and tantalizing suppleness even through their clothes. His blood burned. “If you keep tempting me like this, I might just risk exposing myself and take you right here!”

But a sliver of reason remained. If he gave in to momentary pleasure and jeopardized the rescue of Song Yuanqiao and the Song Dynasty princesses, the consequences would be dire.

“What are you doing?” He tried to push her away, but as she squirmed, his hand accidentally landed on her mounds. The incredible softness and resilience made his mind blank for a moment.

“Nnggg~”

Empress Pei Man, cheeks flushed and hair disheveled, giggled breathlessly in his ear: “This concubine wishes to serve Your Majesty tonight. Bestow your favor upon me.”

Song Qingshu was stunned.

‘Is this woman insane? I’m supposed to be a eunuch—is she really this into the roleplay?’

In truth, Empress Pei Man was conflicted. Logically, she knew he was a eunuch, yet something about him ignited her desire. Since he lacked the usual unpleasant traits of eunuchs, she decided to indulge in this fantasy—even if he was just a eunuch, he was a strong, captivating one.

Before Song Qingshu could react, she pushed him onto the bed.

“Let this concubine undress Your Majesty.” With that, she took the hem of his robe between her teeth, gazing up at him with sultry eyes as she slowly tugged it open.

‘D*mn it, she’s forcing me into sin!’

Song Qingshu’s mind was a battlefield between reason and lust.

Just as he wavered, a chill swept over his chest—his upper garment had been removed. Panic surged through him. If Empress Pei Man reached for his pants now, his disguise would be blown.

Fortunately, perhaps out of habit (or to avoid seeing something unappealing), she avoided his lower half. Instead, her eyes widened as she traced a finger over his defined chest. “Your Majesty, you’re so… strong!”

Before he could respond, she pressed her l!ps to his skin, sucking lightly.

That act was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and his restraint shattered…

“I can’t hold back anymore!”

In one swift motion, he flipped her onto her back, his body burning with need.

“Ahhn!”

Empress Pei Man gasped but quickly melted under his dominance, a sweet moan escaping her throat.

“Your Majesty, don’t rush~” She giggled, pressing a hand against his chest. “Tonight, this concubine wishes to be taken from behind.”

Her request stemmed from a lingering awareness—no matter how strong he seemed, he wasn’t a real man. Facing him would mean confronting the reality of his “deficiency,” ruining the fantasy. Turning away spared her that disillusionment.

“From behind?” Song Qingshu paused. He wouldn’t refuse, but her casual request puzzled him.

‘Does she already know I’m not a eunuch? Otherwise, how could she expect anything to happen?’

His confusion was soon answered.

As Empress Pei Man turned over and knelt on the bed, she retrieved a rod-like object and pressed it into his hand. “Your Majesty, please use this to chastise your concubine.”

Looking down, Song Qingshu’s expression turned incredulous.

The object was carved from jade (or perhaps emerald), smooth and polished, with a rounded tip resembling half a peeled egg…

‘So this is how palace women cope.’

He nearly laughed aloud. “No wonder eunuchs visiting br0thels wasn’t an issue—she’s already prepared a substitute.”

It was his first time seeing such a tool in person. Most historical artifacts he’d encountered were bronze—this luxurious jade version, used by an empress no less, would be priceless in the modern era.

“Your Majesty~” Empress Pei Man whined impatiently when he didn’t move.

“You want to play?” Song Qingshu’s eyes glinted mischievously. “This is too dull. Let’s make it more interesting.”

“How does Your Majesty wish to play?” She covered her partially exposed b0soms, intrigued.

“Fetch some ‘Carefree Powder’ to enhance the mood.” He spoke carefully, gambling that even the Jin imperial family couldn’t resist the allure of the drrug.

Unlike the enslaved women of the Laundry Courtyard, Empress Pei Man surely indulged in controlled doses—enough to enjoy the high without addiction. And even if she were addicted, her status ensured an endless supply.

“Your Majesty, you’re so wicked~”

She found it odd that a eunuch knew of such substances, but she assumed gossipy concubines had leaked the information.

The idea tempted her. No matter how much she pretended, she couldn’t ignore that he was a eunuch.

If she took Carefree Powder, she could forget all the troubles and enjoy the peak of bliss to her heart’s content.