Chapter 9: White Jade Pavilion, The Imperial Beauty

Chapter 9: White Jade Pavilion, The Imperial Beauty

White Jade Pavilion.

This structure stood as the heart of the capital, the most lavish and magnificent place of all.

Carved entirely from white jade, it shimmered with an exceptionally enchanting luster under the sunlight.

Anyone who laid eyes upon it couldn't help but be overwhelmed with awe, longing to admire it up close.

Unfortunately, not just anyone was qualified to approach.

This was the most heavily guarded place in the capital.

Outer perimeters were patrolled by elite troops, while inside, countless mechanical traps were laid in wait.

A single misstep from an intruder would send them plummeting into the abyss.

Beneath its dazzling exterior lay countless hidden dangers.

This was also the sleeping quarters of the Empress.

Years ago, the Imperial Beauty had made a bold and audacious declaration, vowing to bring the celestial White Jade Pavilion to the mortal realm.

A decade ago, no one believed her—her words were dismissed as sheer lunacy.

Yet ten years later, the entire world knew her name. Her achievement was frequently spoken of.

Even those who disapproved of the Empress still respected her ambition and grandeur.

To say and do—to realize such an impossible feat—who wouldn't admire such execution?

Anyone visiting the capital would inevitably be drawn to witness this marvel.

Even if they couldn't enter, simply viewing it from afar was enough to feel inspired.

Many had gained new perspectives on life just by standing in its presence.

This was one of the most widely praised accomplishments of the Imperial Beauty.

However, Su Qing knew the true reason behind the Empress's construction of this place.

Indeed, it was an architectural marvel, leaving countless people in awe and reverence.

But Her Majesty hadn't built it for public admiration.

The official statement framed it positively—to uphold the Empress's image.

The explanations varied: some claimed she built this sacred place to enhance national prestige and unity…

Others said it was to fulfill her promise, proving she was a ruler who followed through on her words…

But in reality, the Imperial Beauty's primary motive was simple—she wanted to enjoy herself.

To quote Her Majesty herself: "I've spent my life waging wars. Can't I have some pleasure?"

Honestly… it was hard to argue with that logic.

Su Qing could only marvel at how character backgrounds were crafted.

A heroine, no matter how dark her past, would always be glorified in the end.

But the Empress was no protagonist—her character had to come with some imperial indulgences.

No matter how breathtaking she was, she couldn't escape this fate.

For instance, her fondness for luxury and comfort—Su Qing knew this all too well.

He navigated the White Jade Pavilion with ease, walking unobstructed.

Neither the outer guards nor the inner palace maids paid him any attention.

Su Qing was the only minister granted free access to White Jade Pavilion without any formal introductions.

As the undisputed favored minister, he was the envy of commoners and officials alike.

Avoiding all traps and hidden mechanisms, he ascended to the highest floor, his gaze naturally landing on the grand bed.

A relaxed figure lounged upon the plush bedding.

A hazy silhouette behind the gauzy curtains, reclining in a consort's pose, accentuating her bewitching curves.

"Your Majesty, your humble minister has arrived."

Su Qing greeted casually, effortlessly parting the curtain.

The full sight of the figure was revealed.

Her white hair cascaded freely behind her, several stray strands draping across her chest.

On an ordinary person, this would appear unkempt.

But on the Empress, it exuded an indescribable charm.

Her breathtaking face bore little expression as she rested her head on a delicate arm, her phoenix-like eyes half-lidded.

She seemed to be dozing, yet there was an unshakable aura of authority about her.

If one were to compare, it was like beholding a lion mid-slumber.

Even at rest, her regal presence was undeniable. Should she rise, none would dare meet her gaze.

The Imperial Beauty was not clad in her usual dragon robe but instead wore a thin, delicate palace gown.

Her long, shapely legs crossed over one another, sheer black silk stockings shimmering under the sunlight.

Of course, probably only Su Qing could truly appreciate this sight.

If immortalized in a painting, this image would be worshipped by many.

But in reality… the overwhelming pressure she exuded would make anyone tremble.

She was, without a doubt, the ultimate unattainable flower.

Ordinary men could only bow and revere her, their desire for conquest burning uncontrollably.

"Su Qing, do you realize your crime?"

The Empress's phoenix eyes lifted slightly, her voice cold and merciless.

A suffocating pressure instantly filled the air, as though a single wrong response would lead to instant death.

"I have disturbed Your Majesty's rest. Please forgive me. I shall atone at once."

Su Qing displayed no pressure whatsoever, immediately offering a swift and smooth apology.

As for the method of atonement, he was quite familiar with it.

He crouched down, setting his gaze upon the delicate feet encased in black silk.

The graceful arch of her foot was enough to make any man wish to hold them and savor their elegance.

Without hesitation, he reached out and took hold of both feet, one in each hand.

The sheer stockings allowed a faint glimpse of the delicate toes beneath.

As he held them, the Empress's toes curled slightly in response, an unexpectedly adorable reaction.

Su Qing feigned obliviousness, maintaining an earnest expression as he began kneading them gently.

"You insolent servant, have some respect. Is this how one treats their sovereign?"

"Do you truly believe my favor has no limits? This is blatant defiance!"

"Were it anyone else, I would have their entire family executed!"

The Empress clicked her tongue in feigned annoyance.

She shifted her position, lifting her foot and lightly pressing it against his shoulder.

Her toes tapped against his shoulder as if to teach him a lesson.

But after a few taps, she lowered her foot once more.

Yes, right back into his hands.

Despite her words, she clearly had no intention of stopping him.

This wasn't the first time this had happened—she had long since grown accustomed to enjoying his service.

Atoning through devotion was only proper, after all.

"Thank you for Your Majesty's grace."

Su Qing chuckled inwardly but maintained a straight face.

His hands skillfully massaged, finding all the right pressure points.

Under his touch, the previously imposing Empress let out an involuntary hum.

Her regal demeanor softened, a rosy flush spreading across her cheeks.

Moments ago, she had exuded nothing but dominance and majesty. Now, she looked entirely different.

Her noble and dignified air melted away, replaced by a mix of allure and languid pleasure.

This transformation significantly diminished her intimidating presence.

An emperor should always maintain their grandeur before others.

Yet, before Su Qing, the Empress had completely let her guard down.

Especially given what he was doing—far beyond the boundaries of proper courtly decorum.

Within the White Jade Pavilion, this intimate scene belonged solely to the two of them.

If outsiders witnessed this, they would surely burn with envy.

But alas, some privileges were exclusive—envy alone would never be enough.