Su Yan

The door to the room opened, revealing a tall, handsome, and muscular yet relatively slender woman with long black hair and sky-blue eyes. Her gaze carried an aura that said she feared no one. She wore a square-cut garment that modestly covered the upper part of her body but left her toned, muscular legs fully exposed. It was Su Yan.

Lu Feng trembled the moment he saw her. Meanwhile, Su Yan smiled as she looked at him with hungry eyes—eyes that still hadn’t had their fill even after two full weeks.

"How are you, my little meal?" This was the nickname Su Yan had given him. He was her “meal.”

Su Yan lay down beside Lu Feng, admiring the sight before her. “Every time I look at this face, my desire for it only grows stronger.”

She was trying to seduce him, but these words filled him with disgust rather than flattery. Suddenly, Su Yan touched his face. He didn’t dare move or resist—he knew exactly what she would do to him if he did.

“You know,” she continued, “today I overheard two of my guards whispering about how beautiful the Empress’s husband is. Of course, they were talking about you. At first, I felt proud to have such a stunning husband like you. But then I heard them talking about how much they wanted to touch your soft body…”

Su Yan’s eyes turned ice-cold. “So I cut off their heads.”

She tightened her grip on his face and pulled him closer to hers. “You are mine. Mine alone. No one will ever take you from me.”

Su Yan slid her other arm behind Lu Feng’s waist. “Are you ready to receive your Empress’s nectar once again?”