Chapter 50

*Slept and Woke Up?*
Ministers’ eyes nowhere—kneel flushed—dared not watch—head down—kiss sounds clearer.
Just said Zhu Yu unworthy—now claim—profane sacred princess—shameless!
Broad day—what potion?
None dared stop.
Princess pressure—dagger—when will farce end?
Asked emperor first—gone—kept Alpha runs wild!
Omega frail stereotype—pressed by scent—still thought Zhu Yu led—neck marks her violence.
Sleeve gripped—cursed “witch”—Bai Shuzhou’s allowance looked real.
Princess of etiquette—now plays along—most frightening.
If they looked up—ice blue—enjoying love while savoring fear.
Public Zhu Yu held scent—warm light on tongue.
—I suit you best, Sister.
Pure hot love—Bai Shuzhou pinched nape—pulled like puppy—breath warm.
Vertical pupils excited—inhuman chill—nose pink—Zhu Yu stared lips—dazed.
Stopped—magnetic voice:
“If you think Omega should not touch military affairs—my command goes to my spouse Zhu Yu.”
“See if princess title earns her respect.”
Defense minister choked—forced smile—“Your Highness exaggerates!”
Once crown prince she had command—years from front line—emperor said body weak—don’t tell—carved up.
Posts fixed—balance—Zhu Yu’s seat had queue—return insults runners.
Hated move—ask emperor! They weigh much.
“Exaggerate?” Finger on Zhu Yu’s hand—colder—“My rights eaten so long—you won’t say—Sister returns—I ask—she allowed or you exploit her kindness—internal rot?”
“……”
Creeps—Bai Qianze—merciful?
Old foxes—Zhu Yu borrowed pretty name.
Merciful fits princess—on emperor like daylight ghost—only pampered ignorant princess speaks so.
Who didn’t know his ruthlessness—opposite sister?
Ants in his eyes—kill on whim.
New favorite wrong character on file—executed noon—no scream—never mentioned.
Oral split of her power—no proof—might please her anything.
Worse than beacon kings—at least no torch after laugh.
Dragon apex—unpredictable—no reason needed.
Resist—only death.
Zhu Yu saw shift—unexpected military talk—but power for her.
Wife best—!
She pitched voice—smile hidden—“Your Highness—surveillance—play their words for His Majesty.”
Surveillance?!
Faces worse than her first shock—gasp—wrinkles to heaven.
Who puts cameras in bedroom!
Pervert?
Kneel perfect etiquette class.
Emperor hates Zhu Yu—how dare—show him—suicide?
Minister dodge—blame Feng Jiyan—“Your Highness—no such thing—Zhu Yu has your rights—stopped for abduction risk—Young Director Feng investigates—ask her.”
“Until clear—for empire safety—no duties.”
Feng Jiyan—chin rub—everyone throws you under bus.
Bai Shuzhou about to speak—Zhu Yu touched finger—turned—wild smile—low:
“Feng Jiyan?”
“This is the Academy—why am I here?”
“My relation with Director Feng…you don’t know?”
Ding.
Terminal projected—internal library—low screen—all see top right—avatar—【Director】.
Director access?!
Even Feng Jiyan lacks that.
Pupils shake—reappraise Zhu Yu—arm around princess—wicked smile—black eyes blade-glint.
Feng who—Jiyan or mother Feng Jiyan?
Feng Jiyan’s pawn?
Else how so bold?
Young Feng sharp—fox cowardly—but not mother.
Gentle rational—aimed—madder than all.
Decades ago none guessed fallen Feng fox would head Academy—rival crown.
Style like Feng Jiyan…
Respectable skin—mad underneath.
Higher link—old nobles weigh her deeds—shock.
Horrible thought—
Access real—why Feng Jiyan investigate?
Investigate themselves?
Makes sense—first accusers died in cells—no proof.
Feng Jiyan’s methods—no progress so long?
Pirate stream—speech—Feng traces everywhere.
People’s Star manufactured—Feng pushed peak.
Zhu Yu vague—let them guess.
Nobles prefer conspiracy to common rise.
Awe—demon consort—weak princess hormone-led—
Emperor unmatched—Bai Shuzhou’s child is heir—
Scheming A—must warn emperor—if cannot stop—take child leave A…
Zhu Yu unaware they planned her death and stolen heir—faces fun.
Tails hard control—kneel proper—beast show strength—hide weakness—tails under knees.
Heads down—Zhu Yu kissed own hand—pop.
Faces green—statues—tail tips jerked.
Again—pop.
Gentle one’s tail exploded—Zhu Yu shook against Bai Shuzhou’s belly—laugh suppressed.
Bai Shuzhou watched—did Zhu Yu notice she enjoyed violence and power’s gap—smile bolder—confident among bowed heads.
She played along.
Ministers gone twisted—Zhu Yu laughed aloud.
Hair tug—not heavy—lazy voice at ear: “So—what are you to Director Feng?”
Sober—“Nothing—Director kind—better than Feng Jiyan.”
“Just gave access—nothing else.”
Bai Shuzhou’s face rippled complex—soft—pinched cheek—“Then abduction—Chaos Belt—what was that?”
Blink.
Complex—and original meant harm.
Heart still high from bluff—eyes on hers—test smile—“Elopement—believe?”
“Elopement?”
Eyes flicker—since ill never left capital—rarely palace.
Reports many—rumors—but “elopement” from Zhu Yu tasted romantic.
Subconscious—Zhu Yu small fish—ripple hides—
Yet leaped for her—tiny flower in mouth.
Finger on hand—softer—“Tell me.”
Firefly light in her eyes—summer cicadas—Zhu Yu on pillow—imagined grass though gold walls not old yellow ruin.
“We rented small house—big yard—junk treasures…”
Painted shared past—hook memory—boat on mist lake.
Splash—splash.
As she spoke—warm fingertips—sting in spirit sea.
“Your tail was cutest—silver like hair—flexible—cold in my arms—sometimes waist and wrist.”
“First time—unreal like metal—soft to touch.”
“I thought—you’re cold-blooded—winter I can’t warm you—”
Eyes shifted—doubt—focus.
Touched her measuring hands—hoarse: “Tail?”
“Yes—this long.”
She knew dragon tail length best—touched—hugged—measured—tail liked her.
“How,” pause, “did it grow?”
“Don’t know—nightmare—house cold—scalpels and eyes in dream—we ran.”
“Slept—woke—it was there.”
So simple? Repeat subtle—“Slept?”
“Mm.” Firm nod.
“You really—” instinct pull—jade finger in black hair—chin up—eyes full of her—hoarse—“are special.”
Special.
Ice softened—galaxy poured.
Even without scent catalyst—terrifying charm again!!
Hotter.
Flash vertical pupil—greed swallow—
Prey stare—tender drunk.
Hand tightened wrist—heavy—heartbeat skip—liked held tight.
Hand numb—dark pupils near—blue swallowed.
Fingers locked—veins on pale back—gold along palm lines—gone.
Daze—saw broken channels in Bai Shuzhou—half-light vortex—pull deeper.
Breath close—sweat on collar—voice shook.
Deep eyes cold and fervent—face aside—whisper at ear:
“Little fish…want me to eat you?”