Transcending the Nine Heavens

Tie Butian looked at Chu Yang, feeling her outer robe being loosened, her heart growing more and more shy, yet surprisingly, she did not move at all.

She simply gazed tenderly at Chu Yang; the man she loved. Though she didn't speak, her eyes seemed to convey a thousand words.

She wanted to present her most beautiful side to her beloved. It was that simple, and only that simple.

Tie Butian had always been very clear about her own identity.

In front of the court officials, she was a generation emperor. The emperor's majesty was beyond question, and no one dared to offend her! If anyone did, they would face her thunderous wrath!

In front of her son, she was a mother, with no identity or status to influence her; only the heart of a mother.

In front of Chu Yang, she was a wife, a woman. A woman who belonged to someone!

There was no need to speak of her emperor status or being above all others; these were all unnecessary!

Tie Butian herself knew that her emperor identity might seem lofty to ordinary people; but to Chu Yang, it truly meant nothing. Yet, even if Chu Yang did not care, Tie Butian was unwilling to reveal any power or authority in front of the man she deeply loved.

The saying that Tie Butian always believed in was: Life is too short!

These four short words encompassed everything.

Any meaning could be summed up within them.

But now, her compliance made Chu Yang feel something was off. He pressed down on her and asked, “Why so quiet? So well-behaved... it makes me feel a bit shy.”

Tie Butian held Chu Yang's head, her eyes sparkling like spring water. Suddenly, she lifted her head and kissed him on the cheek, softly saying, “Since we've already performed the ceremony, then Chu Yang is Little Sweet's husband. Since Little Sweet has a husband, a wife should treat her husband as heaven; then… of course, I must listen to my husband. If my husband wants Little Sweet, how could Little Sweet dare to disobey?”

Chu Yang pressed his lips together and chuckled, “You said it, you’ll listen to me in everything, right?”

Tie Butian's hair spread on the pillow like a dark cloud, her swan-like neck gently raised as she bravely met Chu Yang's gaze, whispering, “Chu Yang… Husband…”

Though her voice was soft, Chu Yang clearly heard it. The woman beneath him was expressing a wholehearted devotion, a loving reliance...

That murmured whisper felt like a battle cry.

Chu Yang's blood surged, and he suddenly leaned down, their lips meeting fiercely. Tie Butian trembled all over, feeling a pair of hands like wandering snakes suddenly slip under her clothes. When those hands touched her delicate skin, she couldn’t help but shiver. Those hands continued their slow advance, seemingly feeling something, or perhaps they were brave explorers pushing toward a peak...

She tightly pressed her lips together, suppressing a strange tremor in her heart that she had never experienced before, gritting her teeth...

Finally reaching a high point, Tie Butian could no longer control her voice, letting out a muffled groan. Her toes curled tightly like blossoming flowers.

Chu Yang continued downward...

...

Feeling her clothes gradually reducing, slowly... her wonderful body was now exposed to Chu Yang's gaze. Tie Butian tightly shut her eyes, allowing Chu Yang to do whatever he wanted, like a pile of soft, fragrant mud...

But in her heart, a fear suddenly arose...

She suddenly recalled when she had detoxified Chu Yang in the Sky Tower Mountain Range...

At that time, the pain had been nearly tearing her apart! That kind of pain, she truly had no courage to endure it again. Even long after, just remembering it made her feel embarrassed and ashamed! Along with lingering fears!

This time won’t be… just as painful, right?

Logically speaking, in the imperial palace, whether prince or princess, after reaching a certain age, there would be specific old maids to teach about matters of human relationships; this is also a palace rule. This kind of rule exists in every dimension, without exception.