A Mistaken Marriage Match: Mysteries in the Imperial Harem

Chapter 22: Leaving A Spot of Red

"The Emperor has arrived!"

The loud shrill voice outside the hall informed the arrival, Fu Ling can feel Qing Feng's body stiffening. Her brows knitted tightly and she took a deep breathe before getting up to walk out of the inner chambers. With heavy steps, she stood in front of the doors for a long time, unwilling to open it up.

"Long live the Emperor." Soon the palace maids voice can be heard from the courtyard. Fu Ling stepped forward to open the doors but was stopped by Qing Feng. Fu Ling looked worriedly at Qing Feng, the Emperor has already reached the doors but she doesn't go out to receive, it is can be seen as a charge of disrespect!

"I will do it myself." Qing Feng low voice trembled as she raise her hand and tightly clutching the door latch. That slender pale fingers started to show her veins when she take another deep breath and Qing Feng pushed open that heavy wooden door.

Outside the door, Yan Hong Tian stood below the steps in a black robe, and when the doors opened, that dark sharp eyes locked onto her. Qing Feng continue to keep her head raised and tried very hard to oppose his cold look. But she herself know that her heart was trembling. At this moment, she is afraid.

Yan Hong Tian's dark eyes slightly narrowed and size up the female who dared to obstruct him outside the door. With long black hair draping her back and flying as the wind blow and that plain white gown was wrapped tightly around her, which look colder and more arrogant than the previous red dress. Her red lips, which was so red as blood, stood out the most as it was the only colour on her.

Even though the doors are open, Qing Feng still did not perform a greeting and wearing a pale white plain dress, she looked face to face with Yan Hong Tian, scaring everyone till they broke in a cold sweat and waiting in bated breath. Yan Hong Tian's lips suddenly raise and form an elusive smile and did not blame Qing Feng for the disrespect before striding into the room.

Yan Hong Tian did not say anything making Qing Feng unsure if she should be relief or her caution level should be raised. Until Yan Hong Tian's figure has pass her and held her hand, Qing Feng recovered from shock. Yan Hong Tian swept his eyes over to Fu Ling, who was behind Qing Feng, and Fu Ling broke into a cold sweat and did not dare to stay. She quickly retreated out and even when she closed the doors, her heart was still pounding. She started to admire Qing Feng, that fierce monarch's air suppressed anyone who was looking at him, don't even mention of exchanging looks.

In the room, there was only two persons facing off in a room filled with candlelight.

Yan Hong Tian pinched Qing Feng's chin and lifted her face. Under the flickering candlelight, her skin looks elastic and her bright red lips are moist and plump. The bright eyes started to shine uneasily as he came closer. Yan Hong Tian chuckled, "Still considered as a beauty if you dress up properly."

His big hand slide over her supple black hair as the mischievous glint appear in Yan Hong Tian's eyes and he asked, "Where did you hide the knife this time?"

The two bodies were tightly affixed together and the summer clothes did not obstruct the warm from one another's body. Qing Feng's hands was on Yan Hong Tian chest and his hot body temperature made her flustered. She tilted her head the other side. Qing Feng did not see him and do not want to want to hear him speak. She only wish that this night be over quickly. Unfortunately, it is impossible to ignore Yan Hong Tian's presence. Qing Feng's waist suddenly tighten as if it could almost strangled her and Yan Hong Tian's hateful cold voice rang beside her ears, "Qing Feng, did not think that there will be a time that you will act as a mute."

She obviously told herself to not argue with him and endure everything but once she saw his overbearing egoistic manners, Qing Feng could not help but ridicule, "You know that I can no longer assassinate you so why bother saying something useless. If I want to kill you now, I will presumptuously use a knife again."