The prince is fierce: Who dares to steal my woman?

Chapter 133 Consort Lu's Charm Remains

Liu Kun's gaze roamed over Lu Huilan like a cheetah locking onto its prey on the savanna, scrutinizing every inch of her body with greed and meticulousness. Her every move exuded the gentle charm of a mature woman, yet subtly revealed an undeniable sensuality and allure, perfectly embodying the proverb, "A woman at thirty is like a wolf, at forty like a tiger."

Recalling his passionate encounter with Liu Yingmei not long ago, she was like a wild and untamed wolf, leaving Liu Kun with unforgettable memories. Now, Lu Huilan before him, with her calm demeanor concealing a hidden passion, stirred a new desire within him—why not take on the challenge and experience the ferocity of the "tiger"?

Liu Kun smiled knowingly: "Your Highness, come to my palace. I have important matters to discuss with you."

Lu Huilan was slightly taken aback, but quickly regained her composure. A complex emotion flickered in her eyes as she thought, "The palace? Interesting..."

Lu Huilan nodded slightly and followed Liu Kun into the magnificent palace. Every step she took exuded the composure and restraint unique to the inner palace.

Inside the palace, candlelight flickered, and a faint scent of ambergris filled the air, creating an atmosphere that was both mysterious and ambiguous.

As soon as Liu Kun closed the door, he could no longer suppress his inner impulse. He took a step forward and hugged Lu Huilan tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his own body.

"Your Highness, you are too charming. Please submit to me."

Lu Huilan gently swayed in Liu Kun's arms, a meaningful smile playing on her lips. Her bright eyes stared directly at Liu Kun, as if trying to see through his soul.

"Your Majesty, are you going to do this shameful thing with me today?"

Liu Kun's breathing became rapid, and he growled, "Yes, I can't wait any longer, Your Highness, please have pity on me."

His eyes burned with a fierce desire, as if he wanted to devour Lu Huilan whole.

Lu Huilan's eyes flickered, and she said softly, "What if I refuse?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Kun's lips curled into a playful smile as he looked directly at the graceful and elegant concubine before him: "If the concubine does not comply, I will have no choice but to force her."

After speaking, he moved swiftly, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, and lunged at Lu Huilan, intending to conquer her stubbornness and beauty in the most direct way.

However, at this critical moment, Lu Huilan gently raised her hand and placed her fingertips lightly on Liu Kun's thick lips, as if she had built an invisible barrier with this light touch.

"If Your Majesty insists on this, what is the point?" Lu Huilan's voice held a touch of coldness and rationality. "A forced marriage is never sweet. Your Majesty surely understands this better than I do."

Liu Kun paused, a hint of surprise and curiosity flashing in his eyes: "Then, does the Dowager Consort mean..."

Lu Huilan smiled slightly: "If Your Majesty will grant me one request, I will do my utmost to serve you and let you forget the hustle and bustle of the world and have a wonderful time."

Upon hearing this, a strange light flashed in Liu Kun's eyes, as if Lu Huilan's words had ignited some kind of desire: "Your Highness, please speak quickly, what is it? Don't mention one thing, even ten things, I will grant your request."

Lu Huilan gently shook her head, her gaze firm. She slowly said, "Your Majesty, I ask for little, only that I may be granted a proper title, one that is truly rightful. In this deep palace, without a legitimate title, wouldn't our relationship become an act of adultery, despised by the world? I do not wish for Your Majesty to bear such a stigma."

Liu Kun smiled confidently, as if everything was under his control: "Your Highness, matters of title are of no concern to me. Today, once our affairs are settled, I will immediately bestow upon you the title of Ronghua, allowing you to enjoy all the riches and honors in the harem. What do you say?"

As he spoke, he reached his hand to Lu Huilan's waist and swayed it freely.

Lu Huilan swayed gracefully, her lips parted slightly, but a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes: "Your Majesty is truly a stingy person. You think you can easily dismiss me with just a mere Ronghua position?"

As she spoke, her slender fingers gently rested on Liu Kun's restless hand, a "perverted hand" that was trying to wander around her waist.

Liu Kun was taken aback, then burst into laughter, seemingly both surprised and appreciative of Lu Huilan's reaction: "What a clever and quick-witted Consort Dowager! Since that's the case, then I'll be generous and bestow upon you the title of Xiuhua. How about that? The position of the Ninth Consort will be enough to make you shine brightly in the harem."

Lu Huilan gently shook her head, her hair brushing against Liu Kun's cheek, leaving a faint fragrance. Her eyes held both determination and provocation: "Your Majesty, Xiuhua is good, but it is still not what I desire."

Liu Kun's eyes burned even brighter, a surge of unprecedented desire to conquer rising within him: "Very well, since that's the case, I will no longer be stingy. I bestow upon you the title of Noble Consort, one of the Three Consorts, your status second only to the Empress. Shouldn't that satisfy you?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Huilan smiled meaningfully: "The position of Noble Consort is indeed tempting, but it is still not what I desire."

Liu Kun exclaimed in surprise, "Your Highness, what you just said, could it be that you want to become Empress? This idea is far too audacious, even somewhat presumptuous."

Lu Huilan remained calm, her lips parted slightly, her voice gentle yet firm: "Your Majesty, I know I was once the late Emperor's favored concubine, how can I become Your Majesty's Empress?"

Liu Kun asked in confusion, "What does the Dowager Consort want to be?"

Lu Huilan smiled slightly and said, "What I ask for is the name of the Empress Dowager, to comfort the spirit of the late Emperor in heaven, and to share the burdens of Your Majesty."

Upon hearing this, Liu Kun frowned: "Oh? The Empress Dowager actually aspires to the position of Empress Dowager? This is quite unexpected."

He pondered to himself, how could Lu Huilan, who was usually so gentle and docile, have such ambition? Could it be that beneath her seemingly weak exterior lay a hidden, burgeoning ambition?

At this time, Liu Kun's birth mother, Empress Wang, had already passed away. Before her death, Empress Wang wanted to see Liu Kun one last time. However, Liu Kun cruelly rejected this final act of maternal love, citing the reason that "there are many ghosts in a sick person's room." Empress Wang was filled with grief and indignation. Her dying wish was to have her stomach cut open to see how she had given birth to such a heartless son.

Lu Huilan was meticulous and shrewd, with an unfathomable depth of mind. Knowing that Liu Kun's birth mother had unfortunately passed away, the position of Empress Dowager in the harem was now vacant. She keenly sensed this rare opportunity and was determined to seize the supreme position for herself in this chaotic world.

“Your Majesty,” Lu Huilan’s voice was gentle, yet it stirred up the most turbulent waves in the palace, “your birth mother has passed away, and the harem is without a mistress. At this time, the country needs a highly respected empress dowager to stabilize the people’s hearts. As a concubine of the late emperor and Your Majesty’s stepmother, it is in accordance with the law to establish me as empress dowager.”

Upon hearing this, Liu Kun frowned, a hint of displeasure and wariness flashing in his eyes: "You bitch, you have quite the appetite."