SGT CH153: Shadow Guard Becomes My Concubine

With Shadow One’s consent, Mousse began selecting a palace for his imperial consort.

In the harem, the palace closest to his own bedchamber was naturally the Empress’s palace.

But Mousse couldn’t establish Shadow One as Empress just yet.

His conferring a male consort was something the courtiers, anxious for him to take consorts and have heirs, could barely stomach and accept.

If he directly established Shadow One as Empress, more than half the courtiers would go mad.

Mousse wasn’t afraid of confronting the courtiers directly.

Military power was all in his hands. Those civil officials could at most ram their heads against pillars and die, and the rest would use their pens to curse him, causing no actual impact on him.

But he didn’t want to push Shadow One into the storm.

The best way was to take it step by step.

First, confer him as a consort.

Confer him as Noble Consort upon pregnancy.

Establish the Crown Prince upon the birth of a prince.

Establish the Empress while establishing the Crown Prince.

Mousse had also thought before that if Shadow One couldn’t accept giving birth, he would leave a posthumous edict.

After he and Shadow One passed away, posthumously confer Shadow One as Empress.

Anyway, Shadow One was going to be buried with him.

Now Shadow One was just a consort, so naturally, he couldn’t move into the Central Palace.

Moreover, even the closest Empress’s palace in the harem was too far from his bedchamber.

He really wanted to let Shadow One live directly in his bedchamber.

But for a dignified imperial consort not to even have his own palace was too outrageous.

Mousse couldn’t let Shadow One attract criticism for his own selfish desires.

Mousse picked and chose over the blueprints for a long time, and finally selected a palace between the front court and the harem.

The Palace of Longevity (Changsheng Palace).

This was a palace with an extremely unique geographical location.

It was located to the west of the Emperor’s bedchamber.

To the north was the harem, and to the south was the front court.

It was an important hub connecting various palaces.

However, it was uninhabited, serving only as a temporary resting place for the Emperor on his way to other major palaces.

It was close, and the name of the palace had a good meaning.

It’s decided, it’s you.

Once Mousse decided on the imperial consort’s residence, he immediately ordered people to prepare it.

The Palace of Longevity.

Head Eunuch Li Defu looked at the palace His Majesty had chosen for the imperial consort, gaining a further understanding of the imperial consort’s importance in His Majesty’s heart.

The Palace of Longevity was the closest large palace to the Emperor’s bedchamber, bar none.

And its location was special, situated between the front court and the harem.

Saying it was a palace of the harem was acceptable.

Saying it belonged to the front court also seemed fine.

Li Defu supervised the palace servants’ arrangements even more diligently, daring not to be negligent in the slightest.

During these days, Shadow One still lived in the Emperor’s bedchamber.

Mousse flipped through the warehouse inventory. Whenever he saw something good, he had the palace servants take it out from the warehouse and send it to the Palace of Longevity.

Shadow One tried to decline several times, but Mousse pressed him back.

“I will be living in your palace for most of the time in the future. If your place is shabby and simple, and I don’t have what I need, how can I live there?”

Since His Majesty put it that way, Shadow One dared not refuse.

It didn’t matter what kind of life he lived himself, but he couldn’t let His Majesty suffer.

Several days later, under the conferment ceremony arranged by the Ministry of Rites, Shadow One was officially conferred as a consort and moved into the Palace of Longevity.

Mousse handled the day’s government affairs at the fastest speed and headed to the Palace of Longevity.

For the first time, he held such strong expectations for going to an ordinary palace, his heart full of joy and delight.

Even when he went to the great hall to offer sacrifices to heaven and ascend the throne back then, he hadn’t been this expectant.

Just as Mousse stepped into the palace gate, before the waiting palace servants could go announce him, Shadow One, hearing the Emperor’s footsteps inside the hall, came out to welcome him first.

Shadow One stopped three meters in front of the Emperor. Subconsciously wanting to perform a martial artist’s salute, he reacted a beat later to his current identity, and somewhat stiffly changed his posture to a consort’s salute.

Before he could squat down, Mousse reached out and held him steady.

“Shadow One.”

Mousse called softly, his eyes full of joy.

Shadow One was now his consort.

This realization made Mousse feel delighted and reassured.

A shadow guard could resign to his master.

A consort surely couldn’t resign to the Emperor, right?

“Let me take a good look at you.”

Mousse held Shadow One’s arms and looked him up and down.

There didn’t seem to be much difference.

One could tell Shadow One really liked black clothes.

Even after being conferred as a consort, he chose the darkest clothes from the wardrobe.

However, the clothes prepared for a consort were ultimately different from a shadow guard’s clothes.

Softer, more comfortable, and more luxurious.

Even black clothes were embroidered with beautiful dark patterns.

Especially at the waist belt and collar, fine bamboo leaf patterns were embroidered with gold thread, complementing Shadow One particularly well.

It made Mousse want to untie that belt very much, tie it to Shadow One’s wrists, and do this and that to him.

In broad daylight, and outdoors, doing these things wasn’t very good.

Pulling Shadow One into the hall, Mousse asked him:

“Are you used to living here? If there’s anything you’re not accustomed to, just tell me.”

“Used to it…”

Actually, after sleeping with His Majesty for so long, leaving abruptly and moving into a palace without His Majesty’s scent, he wasn’t used to it.

But Shadow One didn’t say this out loud.

He was now His Majesty’s consort.

He would stay in the harem for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, this palace was the closest to His Majesty among the thousands of palaces in the imperial palace.

He should be content.

But since His Majesty asked, he couldn’t completely hide it.

Shadow One paused and only picked a trivial point to mention.

“It’s just that these clothes… are too loose, always inconvenient when moving.”

Shadow One actually didn’t think this was a problem either; he would get used to it over time.

Hearing this, Mousse smiled and said: “I knew you wouldn’t be used to wearing these wide robes and large sleeves.

“I’ve already asked the weaving department to make them. Making you several sets of more fitted clothes with tightened cuffs.”

Shadow One just mentioned it casually, not expecting His Majesty would specially do this for him, and was a little flustered for a moment.

“Wouldn’t this be too troublesome, and… not very good.”

Where was there a consort wearing martial artist style clothes?

“What could be not good about it?”

Mousse said bluntly: “I just like seeing you wear fitted clothes.”

Although Shadow One was tall, long-legged, and upright, looking good in anything.

But fitted clothes showed off his figure more!

Especially that chest, that waist.

Covered by wide robes and large sleeves, how much eye candy was lost.

Mousse led Shadow One into the hall.

Glancing lightly at the palace servants waiting in the hall, the servants retreated tactfully.

Most of these servants transferred to serve in the Palace of Longevity were old hands from the Emperor’s bedchamber, accustomed to serving the Emperor, and best able to understand the Emperor’s intentions.

The last servant bowed his head and closed the palace door.

Only the two of them remained in the hall.

Mousse reached his hand directly into Shadow One’s sleeve.

This could be considered the only benefit of wide robes and large sleeves.

“Your Majesty.”

Shadow One called softly, his face slightly red, his gaze dodging a little, but soon becoming firm again.

He didn’t refuse from beginning to end, and even took the initiative to untie his belt to facilitate His Majesty’s favor.

“So obedient?”

Mousse was surprised.

Before when he favored Shadow One, although Shadow One wouldn’t refuse, he would more or less avoid him a little.

He always had to move for Shadow One to be forced to move along.

A scene of taking the initiative to undress like this had only appeared when Shadow One served for the first time and taught him about intimacy.

“I am your consort, I should serve you.”

Shadow One said.

Mousse raised an eyebrow.

Oh, the identity shift was quite fast.

In other words, Shadow One rarely took the initiative before because he felt he wasn’t his consort and shouldn’t actively seek his favor, or… felt unworthy to seek his favor?

Thinking this, Mousse’s movements slowed down a bit, with a few more degrees of pity.

However, when he saw Shadow One holding the belt, not knowing where to put it, that pity turned into something else.

“Don’t throw away the belt,” Mousse ordered in a low voice: “Tie it on your wrists, tie both hands together.”

Shadow One obeyed without any hesitation.

Tying one’s own hands wasn’t easy to do.

But for Shadow One, who used to be a shadow guard, it was a piece of cake.

Shadow One quickly completed this task, not even needing the help of his teeth.

“Your Majesty, it’s tied.”

Shadow One showed his firmly bound hands to the Emperor.

Mousse’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

This was too obedient.

Mousse especially liked the way Shadow One obediently listened to his orders.

Even if it was an outrageous order, Shadow One would follow it.

This gave Mousse the illusion that Shadow One belonged completely to him.

Or perhaps, it wasn’t just an illusion.

Shadow One was his.

Exclusively his.

Forever his.

Mousse pushed Shadow One against a pillar painted with vermilion lacquer and kissed him.

Before being pressed against the pillar by the Emperor to enter, Shadow One struggled almost imperceptibly.

Mousse frowned subconsciously, wanting to pin him down for further control.

When his hand landed on the back of Shadow One’s neck, Mousse suddenly realized and relaxed his strength.

He looked at Shadow One, who was no longer struggling, softened his voice, and asked in confusion with as gentle a tone as possible: “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

Shadow One shook his head, bit his lip, blushed, and whispered: “Pregnancy fruit.”

Mousse was slightly stunned, then laughed out loud.

“Can’t wait like this?”

Shadow One lowered his head, the tips of his ears crimson, nodding silently.

Although admitting that he couldn’t wait to conceive his master’s child would make him seem greedy and dissolute.

But Shadow One couldn’t refuse the temptation of giving birth to a child with his master’s bloodline and looking similar to his master.

“Alright,” Mousse touched Shadow One’s well-defined abs and said: “Satisfy you.”

Saying that, he raised his voice and ordered Li Defu to fetch the pregnancy fruit.

Hearing His Majesty order someone to fetch the pregnancy fruit, Shadow One obviously breathed a sigh of relief.

The emptiness of his body not being satisfied made him want to rub against His Majesty.

But the pregnancy fruit was only effective if eaten before being favored.

Shadow One felt conflicted inside.

Mousse slapped Shadow One’s body, grabbing and rubbing him fiercely as if venting.

Rubbing Shadow One until he was almost unstable before letting go.

Mousse gathered his robes and stepped back.

Organizing his clothes unhurriedly, he told Shadow One to go wait on the bed in the inner chamber.

He originally wanted to see Shadow One’s disheveled appearance as revenge for Shadow One making him stop.

As a result, he only saw Shadow One quietly adjust his breathing for a few breaths, then bow and retreat, walking away with steady steps.

Mousse: “???”

This isn’t right?

Although looking closely one could still see a little abnormality in his steps, Shadow One walking away with such an upright posture still made Mousse feel unhappy.

And he decided to toss him hard after the pregnancy fruit was delivered.

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