webnovelvip Chapter 240 Complete Surrender, at this moment, she is Jiang Zhaoyue!
Chapter 240 Complete Surrender, at this moment, she is Jiang Zhaoyue!
Jiang Zhaoyue stopped three steps in front of Qin Mu.
The moonlight shone in from behind her, casting her slender shadow long and thin.
Then--
She knelt down.
It wasn't the usual submissive, fearful kneeling.
It was an unprecedented, heartfelt, and complete act of kneeling in worship.
Forehead, touching the ground deeply.
Knees pressed tightly against the cold pebbles.
Place both hands flat in front of you, palms facing up.
That was the most devout posture.
That is the attitude of giving away everything without reservation.
Looking at her like this, a complex emotion flashed in Qin Mu's eyes.
He had seen Jiang Qingxue kneel and worship countless times.
Each time, her body was stiff and tense, filled with undisguised fear and resistance.
Each time, her eyes held a deep sense of wariness and alienation.
Every time she knelt there, it felt as if she were being tortured.
But this time—
Different.
totally different.
Her body was soft and relaxed, without the slightest tension.
Her posture was devout and heartfelt, without the slightest hint of reluctance.
The guardedness and aloofness that had once lingered around her had completely vanished.
Instead, there is an unprecedented sense of belonging.
At this moment, the one kneeling before him was no longer the trembling, forcibly taken-in-the-palace Consort Xue.
He was no longer the guilty-minded, constantly fearful Northern spy.
She is no longer the Jiang Qingxue she once was.
It was Jiang Zhaoyue.
She is Jiang Zhaoyue, who finally knows who she is and has finally found her place.
She was Jiang Zhaoyue, who was willing to give him everything.
Looking at her, Qin Mu felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction welling up inside him.
He knew that from this moment on, this woman truly belonged to him.
It was not forced, not out of helplessness, and not a stopgap measure.
Rather, it was voluntary.
From the bottom of my heart.
Completely and thoroughly.
He stretched out his hand.
His slender fingers gently lifted her chin.
This forced her to look up at him.
Under the moonlight, that pale face, still wet with tears, was now filled with a devout glow.
His image was reflected in those swollen, yet unusually clear eyes.
Qin Mu looked at her and smiled gently.
"Zhaoyue," he called out.
This was the first time he had called her by that name.
Jiang Zhaoyue trembled slightly upon hearing those two words.
My eyes welled up with tears again.
But a slight smile slowly curved the corners of her lips.
"Your Majesty," she replied softly.
Her voice was hoarse, yet exceptionally gentle.
Qin Mu's smile deepened as he looked at her.
He didn't say anything more.
He simply reached out and gently supported her arm, helping her up from the ground.
The movements were very light and gentle.
It was as if they were treating the most precious treasure in the world.
Jiang Zhaoyue stood up and stood in front of him.
They were very close, close enough to smell the faint ambergris scent emanating from him and feel the warmth emanating from his body.
She looked up at him.
Looking at his smiling, handsome face.
Looking into those deep eyes, now brimming with tenderness.
An unprecedented impulse surged within me.
She pursed her lips.
Then, open your mouth.
The voice was soft, yet every word was clear:
"His Majesty--"
She paused, then took a deep breath.
Then, word by word:
"Did you already know—"
"Am I a spy sent from the North?"
The courtyard fell silent for a moment as soon as he finished speaking.
The moonlight shone on the two of them, casting their shadows on the ground, where they intertwined.
Qin Mu looked at her.
Looking into those clear eyes, looking into that earnest face.
"What do you think?" he countered.
These three simple words were like a boulder, crashing into the calm surface of Jiang Zhaoyue's heart.
It stirred up ripples.
Her pupils contracted slightly, and her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something.
In the end, however, nothing was said.
only--
He knelt down again.
With a "thump," his knee slammed heavily onto the cobblestones.
His forehead touched the ground deeply.
"Please punish me, Your Majesty," she said.
The voice was soft, yet unusually firm.
There was no fear, no panic, no pleading.
Only by being open-minded.
A kind of do-or-die, complete acceptance.
She was wrong.
If you make a mistake, you should be punished.
This is a matter of course.
She doesn't need to defend herself, beg for mercy, or make excuses for herself.
Wrong is wrong.
She is willing to bear all the consequences.
Even if it means death.
Qin Mu looked down at her.
Looking at her kneeling figure, looking at her slightly trembling shoulders.
A hint of appreciation flashed in those deep eyes.
"He definitely deserves to be punished," he said.
The voice was very soft, yet every word was clear.
Jiang Zhaoyue trembled slightly upon hearing this.
But she felt no fear whatsoever.
There is only a natural and natural composure.
Correct.
They deserve to be punished.
She did something wrong and deserves to be punished.
This is a matter of course.
She waited.
Awaiting the imminent verdict.
Whatever it is.
Looking at her like this, Qin Mu's appreciation deepened even more.
He reached out and lifted her chin again.
This forced her to look up at him.
Under the moonlight, there was no fear or panic on that pale face, only a calm and composed expression.
His image was reflected in those swollen, yet unusually clear eyes.
Qin Mu looked at her and said, slowly and deliberately:
"I'll punish you—"
He paused, a meaningful smile curving his lips:
"I will continue to serve you in bed tonight, and you will be the only one there."
Jiang Zhaoyue was stunned.
She stared at Qin Mu, her eyes wide open.
To serve in bed?
Is this the punishment?
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant.
To serve in bed?
Continue to serve me in bed?
She had expected even harsher punishment to await her.
It will be even more cruel torture.
It will be—
But unexpectedly, it turned out to be serving the emperor in bed?
This is hardly a punishment; to her, it's clearly a reward!
Jiang Zhaoyue's face instantly flushed red.
The blush spread from the cheekbone all the way to the ear, then to the neck, and burned deep into the collar.
Her eyelashes trembled violently, and her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something.
But he couldn't utter a single word.
He could only stare blankly at Qin Mu, at the meaningful smile on his lips.
Qin Mu's smile deepened as he looked at her.
"What?" he asked, "You don't want to?"
Jiang Zhaoyue quickly shook her head.
It was shaken like a rattle drum.
"I do!" she blurted out, her voice tinged with urgency. "I do!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized what she had said.
Her face turned even redder.
It was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.
She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
But my heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.
one more time.
It was so fast that she could barely breathe.
Qin Mu looked at her like this and smiled gently.
The laughter was soft, yet exceptionally clear in the quiet night.
He reached out and helped her up again.
This time, he did not let go.
Instead, he took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist and pull her into his embrace.
Jiang Zhaoyue's body stiffened slightly, then went limp.
Her face was still burning hot.
Yet her heart felt more at peace than ever before.
Qin Mu lowered his head and whispered in her ear:
"remember--"
He paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately:
"From this day forward, you will only be my Imperial Concubine."
"It wasn't Jiang Qingxue, it wasn't anyone."
"only--"
He gently kissed her earlobe:
"Jiang Zhaoyue".
Jiang Zhaoyue's body trembled violently.
The warm touch spread from her earlobe, making her feel weak all over.
She leaned against him and nodded gently.
"Mmm," she said.
The voice was soft, yet unusually firm.
The moonlight shone on the two of them, making their embracing figures exceptionally clear.
Under the old plum tree, the two figures huddled together closely.
It was as if nothing in the world could separate them.
Cao Wei stood not far away, quietly watching this scene.
A relieved smile slowly appeared on his aged face.
He turned around and looked at the old plum trees.
Looking out into the deep night.
In my heart, I silently said:
Wanqing, Huaijin—
Your daughter has found someone she can entrust her life to.
You can rest assured.
The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the old plum tree in the courtyard, gilding its gnarled branches with a silvery edge.
Jiang Zhaoyue leaned against Qin Mu's chest, her cheeks still burning.
At the same time, a thought grew stronger in her mind.
That thought burned like a flame in her heart, making it impossible for her to stay still.
She had to say it.
I must say everything that I've kept hidden in my heart for so long.
Jiang Zhaoyue took a deep breath and lifted her head from his embrace.
She looked at him and spoke.
The voice was soft, yet every word was clear:
"His Majesty."
Qin Mu looked down at her.
"Um?"
Jiang Zhaoyue pursed her lips, a resolute glint flashing in her clear eyes.
"I have something to report," she said.