Transcending the Nine Heavens

The night was as dark as ink.

A solitary lamp flickered like a bean.

In the inner palace, a man and a woman gently embraced each other.

Tie Butian had cultivated the ice heart through jade bones since childhood. Since giving birth, and after consuming the Nine Heavens, she had reached the true level of ice heart jade bones. Her heart was exquisite and clear, able to see through every little detail.

Especially when it came to the hidden attitudes of others towards her, or the fluctuations of their true feelings, Tie Butian could sense them clearly.

In recent days, Chu Yang had been keeping his distance. Although they exchanged occasional jokes, they were harmless and soon changed the subject.

Tie Butian understood in her heart that Chu Yang was observing her from different angles, whether it was about life, work, or anything else... Chu Yang was watching.

Yet, this only stirred her pride.

I know you want to find a reason to like me because of our son. But do I really need you to like me?

Thus, Tie Butian did not respond proactively to this matter. She simply faced it normally and continued doing what she usually did; she was neither negligent nor was she putting on a deliberate show.

If there was anything unusual, it was a hint of temper that she intentionally displayed.

But Chu Yang's gaze grew gentler with each passing day. Tie Butian felt both happy for slowly winning over her lover and a bit uncomfortable; it felt as if she was waiting to be appraised like some merchandise.

Now, when Chu Yang pushed the door open, Tie Butian already guessed his intent.

But it still felt a bit too fast.

Unexpectedly, this rascal only said a single opening line before pulling her into his embrace. Before she could respond, his domineering lips descended upon hers.

At that moment, her emotions fell into complete chaos.

Tie Butian closed her star-like eyes. Leaning against Chu Yang's chest, she was half-forced to tilt her head back, her tender red lips ravaged by the man before her...

Her nostrils gently flared. Her face was flushed.

Chu Yang's hand, which had been gently wrapped around her waist, slowly began to apply pressure, gradually moving down...

“No! No way!” Tie Butian turned her head abruptly, dodging Chu Yang's hot lips. She felt weak all over, nearly falling, and supported herself against Chu Yang's chest, shaking her head repeatedly: “No... too fast...”

Chu Yang did not force her. He simply continued to embrace her slender waist and asked, “What’s the rush?”

Tie Butian anxiously shook her head: “I... I’m a bit scared…”

Chu Yang smiled: “Am I scary? I won’t eat you…”

Tie Butian just shook her head.

Chu Yang slowly leaned his face closer; his bright eyes gazed into Tie Butian's, his movements slow yet resolute, clearly stating: I'm giving you time to react. Think carefully about whether you want to accept me.

As Tie Butian leaned back to avoid his advance, she found herself nearly parallel to the ground. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the tips brushing the floor.

She had no place left to retreat; now, her feet were planted on the ground, her body bent backward as if broken at the waist. Any further back and she'd fall.

Chu Yang's face came down insistently, his lips mere inches from Tie Butian's petal-like lips, their eyes only two inches apart. He softly asked, “Is it okay?”

Tie Butian bit her lip, shaking her head. Chu Yang asked again; she closed her eyes and shook her head.

But just as she closed her eyes, she felt her cherry lips captured once more. The bone-eroding sensation she'd just experienced surged back, causing her mind to ring; she felt a nimble tongue pry open her red lips...

After a long while, your imperial majesty’s chest rose and fell rapidly; his breath was hurried, his face flushed.

Chu Yang lifted his head, maintaining the original distance, softly asking, “Is it okay?”

Tie Butian shyly turned her head away.

What kind of question is that? You ask if it’s okay? If someone disagrees, you just kiss them fiercely; then you ask again if it’s okay? If they still disagree, you kiss them again... and now you’re still asking: is it okay?