Chapter 943 One of the Four Beauties—Wang Zhaojun

Chapter 943: 943 One of the Four Beauties—Wang Zhaojun

In the palace, Wang Zhaojun arrived first.

Wang Zhaojun’s life from childhood to adulthood could be described as youthful and carefree, a life without regrets—of course, this kind of youthful life applies to girls who aren’t conventionally beautiful.

Wang Zhaojun’s face could be described in one word: pure and beautiful. Thin, pink lips, slightly round cheeks without a hint of sharpness, paired with large, bright eyes, and a short hairstyle with wispy bangs—she was beautiful even without makeup.

Wang Zhaojun was very beautiful.

This kind of beauty is different from mere beauty, because beauty is aggressive, impactful, and domineering. But beauty is different; beauty is gentle, comforting, and kind.

She wore a semi-transparent veil, her beautiful legs encased in black stockings... and on her feet, she wore ten-centimeter high heels.

These shoes were popular in the palace. Palace maids weren’t required to wear them, but the dance troupe and concubines chose to, simply because Lu Ming liked them.

If His Majesty liked them, then he had to cater to him.

Lu Ming’s eyes lit up. She had the beauty of a high school girl with a stunning figure.

To be honest, he really liked women like that.

As people get older, they tend to like younger women, and younger women tend to like older women.

One is about recaptured youthful feelings, the other is about a desire to conquer and respect elders.

Wang Zhaojun felt a little embarrassed by Lu Ming’s gaze; it was as if he wanted to devour her whole.

She slightly crouched, placing her hands on her waist in a gesture of respect, "This servant, Wang Zhaojun, greets Your Majesty!"

Lu Ming nodded with satisfaction. It felt so good to be young.

Actually, he wasn’t that old, only in his early twenties, not even twenty-five yet.

To assume the reins of the court and become the ruler of a nation at such a young age is rare.

If it were merely an ascension to the throne, it wouldn’t be particularly remarkable.

However, Lu Ming rose through the ranks from the bottom, making him essentially a commoner emperor.

Therefore, his deeds became widely known, his virtues were praised, and his various policies of compassion for the people led to him being worshipped in homes, with temples built in his honor throughout the land.

This practice of erecting shrines for a living person isn’t particularly grand, but for the person involved, it was undeniably exhilarating!

The women in the palace often chatted, praising Lu Ming’s deeds. This was intentional; praising his virtues was acceptable, but gossip was not.

Moreover, palace maids in the Qin Dynasty enjoyed exceptionally good treatment, able to send money home every month.

Even in old age, they could enter a retirement home as a reward for their lifelong service to the royal family.

Wang Zhaojun had heard many tales of Lu Ming’s exploits: rising from humble beginnings to fight against the corrupt bureaucracy, conquering battlefields, vying for supremacy, and pacifying the land.

He even led expeditions abroad, conquering Goguryeo and Japan—truly an extraordinary man!

A remarkable man of his generation, if not unparalleled in history, his achievements were certainly unprecedented!

Even Emperor Wu of Han couldn’t compare; he was both scholarly and martial, and upright and honorable.

So much so that those scandalous affairs were merely a source of amusement.

Who would mind an emperor having multiple wives and concubines?

That’s called being romantic, not vulgar.

That’s what reputation is!

High reputation is called being romantic; low reputation is called vulgar, a rogue, a lecher!

The former empress dowagers and empresses were all taken into the harem. On the surface, it was a show of kindness towards those from the previous dynasty, but in reality, they had long been having illicit affairs.

Now, it was merely a formality, using Empress He and Empress Dowager Dong as mere playthings. Looking at the man before her, with his resolute and handsome features, possessing an extreme masculine beauty, Wang Zhaojun felt her heart surge. An urge to worship him and submit to him naturally welled up within her.

This man was too captivating!

"Get up. Diao Chan said your dancing is quite good.

Then perform for me. A striptease, please!"

Lu Ming wasn’t particularly interested in pole dancing; rather, he enjoyed watching women dance scantily clad, half-covered, their shapely buttocks revealed with each movement, always making his mouth dry.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The musicians also entered, all trained in the Imperial Music Bureau. Some were older, some younger, all dressed in revealing white veils.

Through the veils, one could even see rosy nipples. The mature women, already married, were poised and elegant... while the young girls blushed shyly.

As the melodies of traditional Chinese string and wind instruments began, Wang Zhaojun started to dance, her body swaying gracefully to the rhythm in her high heels.

Her white arms moved with the music, and she would occasionally turn around, swaying her shapely hips. In the midst of her dance, she would remove her clothes without any sense of incongruity.

Soon, she was completely naked, even her underwear scattered on the floor.

Her high heels were tossed aside, and her delicate feet, encased in black stockings, swayed from side to side on the wooden planks.

Seemingly encouraged by Diao Chan’s gaze and admiring from Lu Ming,

Wang Zhaojun grew bolder, swaying her slender waist as she stepped forward.

One hand rested on Lu Ming’s shoulder, her body swaying, the scent of her sweat mingling with the pheromones of arousal creating a unique musky fragrance.

Lu Ming was already aroused. Watching a beautiful young woman dance before him, displaying her stunning figure, made his mouth go dry.

He kept spitting out saliva and even took a sip of tea.

Looking at the smiling Wang Zhaojun, he suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms, pinching her chin and making her look up at him.

Her delicate face was lightly made up, and her perfectly proportioned red lips reignited his desire.

He then pressed her head down, towards his crotch.

Wang Zhaojun was startled at first, then reacted.

She lowered her head and unzipped Lu Ming’s pants, releasing his hidden dragon!

*Smack!*

His penis sprang out and slapped against her fair cheek, leaving a red mark that looked incredibly alluring.

Slapping the woman’s cheek with his penis, a violent emotion spread through him.

Wang Zhaojun knelt, her pink nipples slowly hardening on her flat chest, her ponytail swaying in the air, her bright eyes fixed on Lu Ming’s face.

Lu Ming looked pleased, gently touching her cheek. "Well done!"