Wang Jian Returns to Hidden Flying Ship

As the first rays of dawn crept through the window, casting a faint light on the tangled mess of limbs on the bed, Wang Jian finally broke the silence. "Well, my dear Queen," he chuckled, his voice husky from the night's exertions. "Seems your coronation night was quite eventful."

Queen Xiulan, her body still tingling from the afterglow of their passionate encounter, opened her eyes. A complicated mix of emotions played across her face: exhaustion, a flicker of fear, and a strange sense of empowerment.

"You're leaving," she said, her voice a mere whisper. It wasn't a question, but a statement that hung heavy in the air.

Wang Jian smirked. "Indeed. You've claimed your throne, the Green Jade threat serves as your perfect distraction, and frankly, I don't require the pomp and circumstance of a royal court."