Chapter 79: Sadness Flows Upstream Like a River

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Although since the day she first transmigrated, Zhang Chun had been plotting to become the Emperor's woman, and later had specifically set her sights on becoming Zhao Yu's woman—pouring immense effort into it, so actively that it wasn't an exaggeration to say she dreamed of nothing else—yet when the opportunity finally arrived, she inexplicably felt a surge of panic.

After changing into the battle robe she had meticulously prepared, Zhang Chun drank tea cup after cup after cup, waiting for Zhao Yu to finish reviewing the memorials and come to her chamber.

Just as Zhang Chun finished the third pot of tea and felt the urgent need to urinate, Zhao Yu finished reviewing the memorials and entered the bedroom.

If it had been Ma Xiao Jiao, who had long been familiar with Zhao Yu and knew how lenient he was with his women, she would have simply told him outright and gone to attend to her needs.

But Zhang Chun did not.

First, Zhang Chun wanted this opportunity to serve him so desperately that she feared exposing her crude side and making Zhao Yu despise her;

Second, Zhang Chun had zero experience and didn't want Zhao Yu to notice her "ignorance of protocol," lest it ruin her chances;

Third, Zhang Chun had a natural tendency to flatter those above her and dared not be too bold in Zhao Yu's presence, especially when alone with him;

Fourth, Zhang Chun thought she could endure it—her top priority was to turn raw rice into cooked rice, to sleep with Zhao Yu, and secure the position of Imperial Concubine he had promised her; then, before Zheng Xiansu, Wang Yisu, and Guo Ting arrived, she would be the highest-ranking woman in Zhao Yu's harem, gaining significant advantage and opportunity—she couldn't let a single urination ruin such a vital enterprise.

So Zhang Chun clenched her legs, bowed gracefully to Zhao Yu, and spoke with seductive charm: "Your servant, Lady Zhang, welcomes Your Majesty."

Seeing Zhang Chun ready, Zhao Yu stepped forward, lifted her chin, and studied carefully the woman he had seen countless times on his phone in his past life…

To be honest, Zhao Yu had once considered that if Zhang Chun and the others bore children now, especially in this era, it might well be like walking through the gates of hell.

But Zhao Yu reconsidered: if transmigration could happen to all six of them, he was clearly the male lead of the story, and the five women were clearly the heroines—how could they possibly fail at childbirth?

More importantly, unless he slept with all five women and fully possessed them, Zhao Yu could never feel at ease with women who also possessed the power to alter history, nor could he properly control these variables.

Besides, Zhao Yu had already slept with Ma Xiao Jiao; now to refuse the other four would be overly delicate.

Most crucially, if Zhang Chun resisted or avoided him like Li Lin and Yuan Qing Cheng, that would be one thing.

But Zhao Yu was Emperor—he had no shortage of women, and countless women actively begged to be slept with by him; he had no need to force himself on anyone and spoil the mood.

If he did, he might even provoke resentment and make them hate him—turning a good situation into a disaster.

So if Zhang Chun had been like Li Lin and Yuan Qing Cheng, Zhao Yu had no reason to rush, especially since they were already under his control.

The problem was, Zhang Chun was now begging him to take her.

If Zhao Yu refused to grant Zhang Chun this, wouldn't that be a grave disrespect to her?

Put another way, if Zhao Yu still refused Zhang Chun and she turned from love to hatred, wouldn't Zhao Yu be nothing but a complete fool?

No question—he had to give her this chance: to fulfill her dream, to avenge herself, and to finally secure this useful woman.

Having made his decision, Zhao Yu wasted no time—he immediately chose Zhang Chun to serve him.

At this moment, Zhao Yu looked down at Zhang Chun, his deep eyes seeming to hold boundless depth and heat, making her heart race like a startled deer.

Zhang Chun's cheeks flushed involuntarily; she gripped the hem of her robe tightly, nervous yet expectant.

—Zhang Chun knew this was foreplay; she would soon become a true woman, no longer just a mouthy warrior of empty boasts.

At this moment, Zhang Chun was nervous, shy, and strangely exhilarated—as if she were about to step into an entirely new world.

Facing Zhao Yu's gentle lift of her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze—his eyes holding both dominance and tenderness—Zhang Chun involuntarily drowned in it.

But this was only Zhang Chun's one-sided feeling; to Zhao Yu, she was utterly tense—her body rigid, trembling uncontrollably.

Zhao Yu thought: 'I haven't even touched you yet, and you're this nervous? Is this even feasible?'

Zhao Yu confirmed with her: "Are you truly ready?"

Zhang Chun felt she had prepared as thoroughly as humanly possible, so she gave Zhao Yu a barely perceptible nod.

Seeing this, Zhao Yu wasted no more words—he scooped her up in both arms and carried her straight to the bed.

Without another word, he pushed her down.

But just as Zhao Yu was about to proceed further, he suddenly felt warmth below.

He looked down and immediately realized what had happened.

The problem was, Zhang Chun had lost control completely.

In an instant, Zhao Yu's dragon bed became a river.

This instantly crushed Zhao Yu's libido.

After getting off the bed, Zhao Yu saw that Zhang Chun was not only so ashamed she wanted to crawl into a crack in the floor, but her face was deathly pale, caught in a state of utter distress!

Clearly, Zhang Chun felt she had exposed her most ugly side to Zhao Yu and deeply offended him; she feared he would dislike her, punish her, or never grant her another chance to serve him.

In short, this was the moment Zhang Chun was most tense, most helpless, most lost and bewildered.

If Zhao Yu didn't reach out to her now, she might end up like An Lingrong—becoming a laughingstock, or even turning dark.

Zhao Yu said nothing; without caring that she was filthy, he bent down and lifted Zhang Chun out of the urine.

"Nervous, are you? It's fine. If you're not ready, I'll wait until you are before teaching you how to serve me—no rush. We have a long future ahead."

Zhao Yu's words sounded to Zhang Chun like celestial music.

Zhang Chun could no longer hold back—she burst into tears and collapsed into Zhao Yu's arms with a "Wah!"

Zhao Yu, holding her, gently led her to the bathing chamber, soothing her with soft words, telling her not to worry, that he would give her another chance when she was ready.

Soon after, Zhao Yu carried Zhang Chun into the bathtub and summoned two palace maids to bathe her.

Zhang Chun wanted to ask Zhao Yu for another chance.

But after such an embarrassing incident, her already extreme nervousness intensified—how could she possibly dare to invite him to do such a humiliating thing now?

Zhao Yu comforted her: "It's fine. I look forward to your next time serving me."

Saying this, Zhao Yu left.

By the time Zhang Chun had washed clean, changed into a new battle robe, and rebuilt her mental resolve to return to Zhao Yu, he was already splashing in the bath with two palace maids who had seized the opportunity.

Zhang Chun, heartbroken, felt tears welling up—sadness flowed upstream like a river.

'It's not Zhao Yu's fault—I'm just not strong enough.'

'Zhao Yu has already been kind enough to me…'

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(End of chapter)