Empress Dowager

       We stared at each other's eyes, not one daring to blink. It was a silent battle of intimidation and I was not gonna let myself lose. This woman just barged in here like she owned the place, masking the warm and peacefulness of the place with her brewing rage as time passes by and her aura is slowly making my temper a ticking time bomb.

"Pardon me Lady but who are you in the first place?" I finally broke the silence without breaking eye contact with her. What I said must've hit a nerve because she instantly stood up and slammed her hands on the table, causing the servants to look on our way and mutter against themselves, definitely another rumor.

"How dare you disrespect me!?" She screamed in hysteria, catching me off guard; Oh this woman is getting on my nerves!

I gently stood up as well, looking down at her because of the difference in our height but that made me look more intimidating. With a smile that was easily known to be fake I smashed the teacup on the marble glass of the table, completely shattering it in pieces.

"Disrespect you? You're the one who came here unannounced, criticizing my garden and my s–myself!"

Shoot, that was a close call. I was about to blow my cover with this anger of mine.

The lady's face become red with rage and before I could react or even blink she slapped my face, earning some gasps from the nearby servants who did nothing but stare in shock.

"I am the Empress Dowager! I am the Queen of this palace! Know your place Noble Consort"

Well is it my fault for not knowing? I thought grimly.

I couldn't speak, my cheek was starting to bruise and I could also taste some blood inside my mouth. If I say it didn't hurt I would be saying the truth but now it's stinging like hell.

"You are nothing but a lady born from some noble family while I am the ruler of this place! I am a part of the royal bloodline and I will not let such a lower creature think they're higher than me!" Her voice was powerful and authoritative but totally rude. I dislike the royal family for a reason and one of those reasons are clearly showing right now. If Mai was here, she would've been a crying mess, it's a good thing I'm here instead.

"Are you done?" I asked in a bored manner cause for some reason her angered face is hilarious.

"Why you–!"

When I thought she was gonna explode here comes my mortal enemy in shining armor coming to rescue me.

"Mother that's enough!" Xian's voice echoed and vibrated around the manor, that deep and menacing voice almost making me feel shivers down my spine–what the hell am I saying?!

"Xian! My son! Tell this disrespectful woman to know her place–"

"Well I wasn't the one who barged into someone's house and start creating chaos" I pointed out before she could finish and honestly I'm starting to think my brain was slightly damaged from that slap.

"Keep your mouth shut you lowly–Ahh! Xian let go of me!" I watch Xian grabbed his Mother rudely, completely dragging her out of the manor in a not so gentle way. I touched my cheek and winced at the stabbing pain; yep it was definitely bruised or something.

Great....not.

Sighing deeply, I sat down trying to forget this awful scenario that just happened to avoid a headache. The servants started cleaning the mess on the floor while I went to my room to tend my cheek. There was a red handprint turning almost purplish which hurt, talk about a bad day.

"Atleast it wasn't Xie Xie who got hurt" I reassured myself, grabbing a cold cloth the servant gave earlier and pressing it against my cheek.

A gentle knock came upon the door, getting my attention.

"Who is it?"

"My love it's me" a deep worried voice answered.

Go away please.

"Come in"

The door opened revealing him standing there in all his glory but when he saw the bruise forming on my cheek his composure broke as he instantly kneeled down in between my opened legs, putting his hand on top of mine as he check for further wounds or bruises.

Wait a moment...this position is a little intimate...

I leaned back a little when I noticed I could feel his warm breath hitting my neck but it made him got closer to my face.

"Does it hurt?" He asked, his voice breaking like he was...angry?

"N-not that much"

Why did I stutter!?

"Are you sure?" He gazed deep into my eyes and my breath was caught up in my throat. Those mesmerizing eyes of his and that deep stare is making me feel light-headed; no I'm sure it was because the slap.

His face had gotten closer, our noses were touching, his breath was fanning my face, it smelled sweet for some reason. It was hot, my body is hot.

This is dangerous...

"Xian you're too close..." I spoked in a hush whisper while I felt my lips brushing past his soft ones yet I wasn't disgusted, I don't know what's happening anymore. He looked at me in such an intense way that my gaze won't leave his. I didn't mind his closeness, I didn't mind when he caressed my face ever so gently and lastly, I didn't mind when our lips collided as I close my eyes.

For some reason I didn't remember what my purpose was as we share an intimate gesture made by men and women only, it was wrong but at the same time it felt so good as his tongue swirled around mine.

He gently layed me down on the soft matress, his lips never leaving mine but as it did I gasped to catch my breath, my chest feeling heavy and my head feeling light though I know full well it won't end here.

This is really dangerous...