Flower Stealing Master-Chapter 795: Questioned

“Your Majesty, please wait a moment~” Empress Pei Man gave a bewitching smile but did not rise. Instead, she slid to the edge of the bed, opened a nearby cabinet, and retrieved an exquisite porcelain bottle.

“Please enjoy this first, Your Majesty.” Kneeling before Song Qingshu, she presented the bottle with both hands. The movement caused her silk robe—no longer secured—to slip from her shoulders, only stopping its descent thanks to the ample swell of her chest.

It was more than enough to entice any sane living man.

Revealing too much could ruin the allure, but this state of half-undress, where everything was hinted but not fully exposed, was the most seductive.

Song Qingshu’s throat went dry, but fortunately, his mind remained focused on the task at hand. Taking the bottle, he weighed it in his hand—roughly half remained. While this amount was more than enough for one person, it was far from sufficient to save the dozens of women in the Laundry Courtyard.

He had no intention of consuming the substance himself. Perhaps due to his past life’s experiences, he harbored a deep aversion to such drrugs. Yet, seeing Empress Pei Man gazing up at him with such seductive anticipation, he had an idea. Gripping her smooth chin, he poured the contents into her mouth.

“Cough… too much… cough…”

Empress Pei Man tried to dodge in panic, but Song Qingshu’s grip was like iron, leaving her unable to move an inch.

He had no intention of overdosing her—just enough to distort her senses and induce hallucinations, which was precisely what he wanted.

After being teased by two stunning beauties—the elder sister of the yellow-robed woman and Empress Pei Man—Song Qingshu felt like a volcano ready to erupt.

Unfortunately, he was currently disguised as a eunuch. If he acted impulsively and revealed his identity, the consequences would be disastrous.

Of course, he could always use the Soul Capture Technique to alter her memories afterward.

But first, he wasn’t entirely sure how long the technique’s effects lasted. The human brain was a mysterious organ—even the advanced science of his past life hadn’t fully unraveled its secrets.

Who knew when she might suddenly remember everything?

Second, as the empress of a Dynasty, she likely had experts around her. If someone discovered she had been subjected to the Soul Capture Technique, it would spell trouble.

Unless absolutely necessary, he avoided using it.

There was also a personal reason—surrounded by many confidantes now, he had long outgrown the phase of resorting to underhanded means to possess a woman. Using the Soul Capture Technique to obtain a w0man was too easy… and far too dull. (G: character development.)

“Your Majesty~”

Empress Pei Man’s honeyed voice snapped him back to reality. Looking down, he saw her eyes glazed with desire, her skin flushed like drunken silk, her full b0som trembling with each rapid breath.

“Get on your stomach!”

Seeing not a trace of clarity left in her eyes, he knew the Carefree Powder had taken full effect. She probably no longer even remembered who she was.

“Yes, Your Majesty~” she cooed obediently, lowering herself onto the bed.

Song Qingshu’s breathing grew ragged.

At this point, why hold back?

He pressed forward without hesitation—

Empress Pei Man lay submissively, her round, upturned rear straining against the exquisite silk gown—likely a tribute from the Southern Dynasty.

‘Since those Southerners are so spineless, I’ll reclaim some pride for the Han people!’ Song Qingshu thought coldly.

With a rough motion, he lifted her sk!rt, revealing her moon-like curves, pale and flawless as jade.

“Nggghh~”

“Your Majesty, please be gentle…ah!” she whimpered.

“Gentle?” A flash of cruelty crossed Song Qingshu eyes. Had the Jin invaders shown any mercy to the women of the Song during the Jingkang Incident?

Sliding a hand between her th!ghs, he found the entrance to her homely hole already drenched—with nectar dripping down the inner sides.

‘This woman really is a natural-born mas0chist,’ he mused. ‘After being treated like a servant for so long, not only is she not angry, but her b0dy has grown even more sensitive.’

Without further ceremony, he guided his c0ck inside, molding her canal to his shape, as he deeply sheathed himself within her gloryhole.

“Ahhhn…hmm?” Empress Pei Man faintly registered something unusual—this felt far hotter than usual. But in her drugged haze, she couldn’t quite grasp why. Regardless, her inner fleshy walls parted, welcoming the invasion, as it desperately wrapped around the shaft.

“Shhht!” Song Qingshu exhaled sharply.

Pei Man’s body was already slick, allowing him to plunge deep in a single stroke. The sensation of tight, heated flesh nearly made him shudder in pleasure.

“Ahnnn~!” Empress Pei Man gasped as if pierced by a red-hot iron rod.

The overwhelming hardness and scorching heat were unlike anything she had ever experienced, nearly bringing her to tears.

No longer restraining himself, Song Qingshu gripped her hips and began thrusting mercilessly, each wave of impact threatening to shatter her.

“W-Wait…ahnng~” Empress Pei Man, long deprived of such intimacy, struggled to adjust to the intensity.

Seeing the most noble w0man of the Jin Dynasty begging beneath him, Song Qingshu felt an intoxicating rush of dominance. His ar0usal only grew, and instead of relenting, he intensified his assault.

“Unnggg~”

Pei Man’s body trembled, her snatch clenching around his c0ck as waves of warm nectar drenched their connected flesh. The slick friction made each movement unbearably pleasurable.

Empress Pei Man lost count of how many times she reached the peak of pleasure.

Eventually, if not for Song Qingshu’s grip, she wouldn’t have had the strength to keep her hips raised, forced to endure his relentless pace.

By the time she regained clarity in the dead of night, Empress Pei Man scoffed at her own absurdity—playing such a game with a mere eunuch. Yet, the blurred memories of soul-shaking ecstasy and her own shameless pleading made her cheeks burn with humiliation.

‘My body was actually conquered by a eunuch!’

‘He’s so skilled… I might even hesitate to kill him now,’ she mused lazily before realizing she was parched. She had dismissed all her maids earlier for secrecy’s sake, so she had to fetch water herself.

The moment she stood, however, her face paled. Lifting her skirt, she touched the slick fluid trailing down her thighs—the unmistakable texture and scent of a man’s essence struck her like lightning, sending her collapsing to the floor.

“Who was it?! Did someone else enter Taihe Hall after that d*mned eunuch left? A guard? One of Prince Wei’s men? Or… Prince Wei himself?”

Unbeknownst to Song Qingshu, his carelessness in leaving “evidence” behind had thrown Empress Pei Man into turmoil. Yet, by sheer luck, the truth never crossed her mind.

Leaving Taihe Hall, Song Qingshu felt invigorated. Were it not for the risk of alerting patrolling guards, he might have whistled in satisfaction.

Returning to Xiao Xingguo’s quarters, he wondered if the yellow-robed woman and her sister had already retired. Would they misunderstand if he visited them so late?

Before tonight, he might have entertained other ideas, but now, all he wanted was sleep.

To his surprise, the house was still lit.

Pushing the door open, he found both sisters awake—one reclining on the bed, the other sitting at a table, chin in hand, staring blankly at the entrance.

“Uh… were you waiting for me?” He scratched his head sheepishly. It felt wrong to have kept two beauties waiting while he indulged elsewhere.

The yellow-robed woman sprang up, her tone sharp. “Why did you take so long?”

“I stayed a while at Taihe Hall. Is that a problem?” He didn’t understand her sudden irritation and retorted bluntly, plopping into a chair and pouring himself water.

After the night’s exertions, he needed to rehydrate.

“Was Taihe Hall that enjoyable?” Her clear, autumn-water eyes bore into him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He sipped his tea, a smirk tugging at his lips as he recalled Empress Pei Man’s alluring figure. “Yes, very enjoyable.”

“I doubt it was Taihe Hall you found enjoyable—it was the Empress herself, wasn’t it?” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip as she glared at him.