I woke up as the Villainous Empress

As gentle rays of the morning sun filtered through translucent white curtains, the distant melodies of birdsong welcomed a new day. Yang Ning slowly stirred from her deep slumber, a soft groan escaping her lips as she became aware of the numbness between her legs and a pervasive soreness.

The memory of their intimate night, the consummation of their marriage, lingered in her senses like a tender, passionate melody.

"Umph!" Yang Ning couldn't help but let out a soft whimper, the lingering sensations from the previous night's passionate encounter making their presence known.

As she attempted to shift into a more comfortable position, she felt a firm hand gently but possessively anchoring her waist. Blinking herself awake, her vision slowly adjusted to reveal Zheng Liang's serene, slumbering face just a few inches from hers.

The sunlight plays upon his skin, casting delicate shadows that accentuate the chiseled contours of his face. His disheveled hair added an unexpected touch of vulnerability to his countenance, a stark contrast to the stern and regal image he often projected as the Crown Prince.

What a beauty!

Her gaze drifted to his exposed shoulders, where a series of faint scratch marks bore witness to the previous night's intensity. A flush of embarrassment tinged her cheeks as she remembered the fervent grip of her fingers on his skin, a passionate hold that had been more forceful than she had realized.

As the haze of sleep lifted, the reality of the previous night's actions gradually took hold of her mind. They had traversed a significant threshold, one that held the promise of fortifying and deepening their relationship.

Not only had they consummated their marriage, but he also uttered her real name, Fang Li, for the first time. The mere sound of her name on his lips sent an electrifying shiver down her spine.

Months had passed since she had last heard that name from anyone else, and it left her with a tantalizing thought—what might have transpired if she and Zheng Liang had met in her world?

Would he have loved her in that world as well? Could they have somehow found each other and forged a connection? These questions swirled in her mind, prompting her to ponder whether she and Zheng Liang were fated to be together, even if it meant transmigrating to a world she had never known existed.

Yang Ning glanced at his swollen lips and enchanting face, embarrassing memories of last night flooded back, making her cheeks burn. She had meticulously planned everything, so sure she would have him trapped in her web of charm.

Yet, with effortless ease, Zheng Liang flipped the script, playfully teasing and leading her through their dance of intimacy.

She let out a small huff of mock indignation.

Yes, she had been caught in the whirlwind of pleasure, but the way he had made her plead was downright cheeky. "Such a jerk," she mumbled, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Lying there, memories still fresh, she couldn't help but shake her head in amusement. "Of course, he's the Male lead. How naive was I to think I could resist that kind of allure?"

As Yang Ning contemplated the events of the night, a hand gently encircled her waist, pulling her closer with affection. Zheng Liang embraced her tightly, her face nestled against his chest, causing a warm blush to rise to her cheeks.

She initially resisted but then surrendered to the warmth of his embrace, snuggling closer to him willingly. Zheng Liang couldn't help but smile at her response. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss, his eyes still closed as he rested his chin atop her head.

"What's on your mind so early in the morning?" he murmured, his voice laced with playfulness. "Are you still brimming with energy after last night, my dear wife? Perhaps I should wear you out once more?" He playfully teased her with a raspy-seductive voice.

Yang Ning's lips subtly pursed, and her cheeks blazed with embarrassment as she remained naked beneath the blanket, a direct consequence of their passionate night. The intensity of their intimacy left her blushing fiercely as her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, his strong embrace making her heart race at an unbelievable pace.

It was an utterly wild night!

Her memory was a bit hazy as to when sleep had finally taken hold, but if she had to guess, their fiery passionate night had extended well into the early hours of dawn, with slumber beckoning them only a short while ago.

As she lay there, thoughts swirled in her mind. How on earth had he managed to rein in his desires after their passionate night? And to her surprise, he was now hinting at the possibility of another round.

With a playful and unabashed look, she locked eyes with him, saying, "Well, go ahead, give it a shot." Her voice carried a bold and seductive undertone as she continued, "Since I can't exactly kick you out of this chamber, I might just make my exit," subtly hinting at the idea of leaving him alone to endure the night.

Zheng Liang reacted to his wife's playful threat with a low, self-assured chuckle, drawing her even closer into his embrace. His skilled, warm hands set to work, masterfully banishing any remnants of the morning chill that might have clung to her.

With both of them beneath the blanket and no fire to warm the chamber, the morning was decidedly cold and chilly. Given her vulnerability to the cold, he was warming her with his body, holding her close to chase away the chill.

"Okay, my feisty wife, I will listen to you this time." he conceded in a nonchalant yet teasing manner, as though he were magnanimously yielding to her wishes.

He added a sly, knowing grin to his words. "You're right, we've got plenty of nights ahead," he said, his voice carrying a playful tone. "So, I'll give you a break this morning. But just so you know," he whispered in her ear, surprising her, "I'll be back for more tonight."

Yang Ning looked at him in surprise, her thoughts racing. How could this man have such insatiable desires? If this kept up, she might just find herself spending all her time in bed.

"You!" She glared at him. "Aren't you supposed to attend the morning court today? You're going to be late," she reminded him, her patience wearing thin with his playful antics. Since she cannot handle his shamelessness anymore, it's better to send him to work.

Zheng Liang finally pried open his eyes lazily, stealing a glance at the windows behind Yang Ning. It was clear that the sun had risen quite a while ago, and the royal court must have already begun its proceedings.

Zheng Liang emitted a weary groan but made no move to get up, continuing to hold her close. With a mischievous smirk, he mumbled, "I'm already late, so there's no point in rushing now."

Yang Ning's face flushed even deeper with embarrassment at his teasing comment. She couldn't help but worry about the implications of him skipping morning court so casually.

"If you take a break from morning court so casually, what would others think about you?" she voiced her concern. "They wouldn't find out that I've asked all the guards and servants to stay outside the Dragon Pavilion, would they?"

"Don't worry," he assured her, his tone light. "I'll simply take a leave from the morning court. It seems producing an heir for the Zheng Empire is the priority." His teasing remark elicited an even deeper blush from Yang Ning.

"You!" she exclaimed, shaking her head and playfully slapping his chest. "You're shameless."

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