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Chapter 318: Guar Jia Wen Yuan 2

"Yes, the young lady looks like a fairy from heaven who has come down to earth." Another palace maid also echoed.

Wen Yuan was extremely proud of hearing these compliments...

"The Emperor has arrived!"

Following the eunuch's shrill voice, the Yangxin Palace suddenly fell silent. Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously clutched the thin blanket tightly around her.

Here he comes, Yinzhen is finally here!

Yinzhen, dressed in a bright yellow singlet, walked steadily into the inner hall. His eyes swept across the room, finally landing on the petite figure on the bed, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in his heart.

Yinzhen's eyes fell on Wen Yuan, and his heart seemed to skip a beat. He had seen countless beauties, some delicate, some beautiful, some charming, but none of them made him tremble like the woman in front of him.

Those eyebrows, those lips, seemed to be engraved deep in his soul, so familiar that he almost shed tears.

Yinzhen took a few steps closer as if possessed by a spirit and stretched out his hand to touch the face that had been haunting him.

"Your Majesty..." Wen Yuan was startled by Yinzhen's sudden action. Her delicate body trembled slightly, like a frightened deer, looking very pitiful.

This gentle call brought Yinzhen back to his senses. What happened to him? Why did he have such strange feelings for a woman he met for the first time?

He shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the inexplicable emotion, but the more he tried to suppress it, the stronger the familiar feeling became, as if it was about to devour him.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" Wen Yuan asked timidly when she saw that Yinzhen looked strange.

Yinzhen looked at the pitiful woman in front of him, feeling mixed emotions. He tried to suppress the waves in his heart and said calmly, "Nothing."

He took a deep breath, suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and asked calmly, "What's your name?"

"Your Majesty, I am a concubine of the Guarjia clan, and my maiden name is Wenyuan."

“Are there any small prints?”

"Huan'er." Chu Huan said this name for some unknown reason.

"Huan'er..." Yinzhen repeated the name in a low voice, as if he wanted to engrave these two words in the deepest part of his heart.

"Good name."

"Huan'er..." Yinzhen's voice was deep and magnetic, like a fine aged wine swirling on the tip of his tongue, with a hint of inexplicable tenderness. He savored the name carefully, and the strange sense of familiarity in his heart became stronger.

Wen Yuan lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her eyelids, hiding the emotions in her eyes.

"Raise your head and let me take a look." There was a barely perceptible hint of nervousness in Yinzhen's voice.

Wen Yuan slowly raised her head, her clear eyes as wet as a deer's, as if containing infinite affection, and they looked straight into Yinzhen's eyes.

Yinzhen's eyes were burning, as if he wanted to see through her. Wen Yuan's heart trembled, this look was too familiar, so familiar that it scared her.

"Your Majesty..." Wen Yuan's voice trembled a little. She didn't dare to look directly into Yinzhen's eyes. She could only bury her head lower, trying to avoid the gaze that made her panic.

Yinzhen's gaze was too scorching, as if it could penetrate her skin and reach the depths of her soul. Wen Yuan dodged uncomfortably, but her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

"Your Majesty..." Wen Yuan's voice was soft, with a hint of deliberate coquettishness.

"I will be embarrassed if you look at me like this."

Yinzhen was amused by her cute appearance, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart also faded a little. He reached out his hand, gently lifted Wen Yuan's chin, and looked at her face carefully.

"My beloved concubine, your appearance is indeed rare in the world." Yinzhen's tone carried a hint of doting that he himself did not notice, "No wonder I fell in love with you at first sight."

"Your Majesty, you are joking. How can a humble concubine like me dare to accept such praise from your Majesty?" Wen Yuan lowered her eyes.

"Your Majesty is very busy, you should rest early."

At this time, Yinzhen only had Chu Huan in his eyes and had long forgotten his former favorite concubine Zhen Huan.

Red candles flickered, curtains hung low, the dragon bed was covered with a brocade quilt embroidered with auspicious dragons and phoenixes, the air was filled with a faint scent of ambergris, everything was so beautiful and full of expectations.

Yinzhen's fingers gently stroked Wenyuan's cheek, feeling the delicate and smooth skin. The desire in his eyes was undisguised, but there was a hint of tenderness that he himself did not even notice.

"Wen Yuan...Huan'er, you are so beautiful." His voice was low and hoarse, like the sweet spring water that a traveler in the desert had longed for, carrying a fatal temptation.

Wen Yuan lowered her head shyly, her long eyelashes casting a shadow on her eyelids, hiding the emotions in her eyes. She didn't dare to look directly at Yinzhen, so she could only bury her head lower, like a frightened deer.

"Your Majesty..." She called softly, her voice as melodious as the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley, but with a barely perceptible tremor.

Yinzhen was amused by her shy look. He gently lifted her chin and forced her to look at him.

"My beloved, after tonight, you will be my woman." His tone was domineering yet gentle, with an unquestionable possessiveness.

Wen Yuan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of her chest. She knew that she could no longer escape, and she didn't want to escape anymore.

Yinzhen lowered his head and kissed her lips, gently but domineeringly, as if he wanted to swallow her whole. His kiss was a little immature, but full of desire, like a long drought meeting a sweet rain, greedily absorbing her sweetness.

Wen Yuan was a little breathless from the kiss, but she did not resist, instead she gradually sank into his gentle attack. She stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his neck, responding to his passion.

A night of spring, the tent is warm and the love is deep.

The next morning, when Wen Yuan woke up, she found herself lying on Yinzhen's arm. His breathing was even and long, and he still held her tightly in his sleep, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly disappear.

A sweet and warm feeling surged in Wen Yuan's heart. She moved gently, wanting to get up, but accidentally woke up Yinzhen who was sleeping soundly.

"Hmm..." Yinzhen opened his eyes drowsily, and when he saw Wen Yuan in his arms, a doting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Awake?" His voice was a little hoarse from just waking up, but it sounded particularly nice.

"Your Majesty, are you awake?" Wen Yuan blushed and tried to break free from his arms, but Yinzhen held her tightly.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while." Yinzhen closed his eyes, buried his head in her neck, and greedily breathed in her scent.

Wen Yuan's heartbeat accelerated again. She felt Yinzhen's warm breath spraying on her neck, which made her feel itchy and numb, and she couldn't help but want to dodge.

"Your Majesty, it's getting late. You should go to court." Wen Yuan gently pushed him and reminded him.

Yinzhen then reluctantly let go of her and sat up. He looked at her with tenderness in his eyes. Wen Yuan struggled to get up and help Yinzhen change his clothes.