The moment Fujiwara Takuya, who had visited the Imperial Palace a few times and met Koda Kaoru, fell silent. Not mentioned at that time. Bringing it up now seems meaningless. No matter why Fujiwara Reiki concealed her identity, from the perspective of the Imperial Family, or Wataru Tetsuya’s perspective, the Fujiwara Family must be aware. Since the family is aware, regardless of the purpose, it’s no longer a personal act. It’s like playing chess. All moves are within the calculations of the opponent. Always one step behind, Fujiwara Takuya silently raised his glass of wine. Wataru Tetsuya couldn’t drink due to his injuries, so he had to drink alone. When he looked at his sister again, Fujiwara Reiki was already gone. "Is there really such a hurry?" Inside the Imperial Palace. The voice of Miss Fujiwara, serving as a guide in another identity, was soft and reluctant. She was certainly familiar with this palace, the first time someone came to visit, it was her who led the way. "Can’t stay here for the New Year, this is your home, not mine." The only person who could make Fujiwara Reiki leave behind bilateral capital and figures from the Imperial Family and politics at this moment was Jiang Chen. "Then Reiki will go back with you." Half probing, half earnest. The idea of marrying a chicken and following the chicken, marrying a dog and following the dog is a Japanese tradition, exemplified by that Lady Kurosawa, but he didn’t think this enchantress was as conservative as those people. "You, the Chairman, have just taken office, at this critical juncture, you’re at your busiest, can you leave?" "It’s not important. In Li Ji’s heart, nothing is more important than Jiang-san." Not feeling any pause or contemplation, it truly seemed heartfelt. Originally thought it was just a transaction, but feelings are truly discussed? "As long as Jiang-san agrees, Li Ji will go back with Jiang-san. This is not Jiang-san’s home, but for Li Ji, Shen Zhou is a second homeland." Have to admit, this enchantress could speak smoothly, her sweet words are so practiced, anyone with a slightly wavering will could be swept away. Even Jiang Chen felt a bit stirred inside. The concentration of the Love Potion is too high, and will inevitably have a slight effect. "Are you really willing to go to Shen Zhou?" He inclined his head. Fujiwara Reiki, without hesitation, repeated: "As long as Jiang-san agrees." "If the price is never being able to return, are you still willing?" This time Fujiwara Reiki didn’t answer immediately, but precisely because of this, it represented that she had thought seriously, hence a sincere response. "If I can accompany Jiang-san, Li Ji is willing to give up everything." It’s hard to believe any man could resist such words. Especially when spoken by an incredibly appealing beauty. Truth be told, to date, Comrade Jiang Chen had not been confessed to so boldly and passionately by any woman, not even when he himself was considered a super simp had he spoken such cheesy words. Jiang Chen couldn’t help but begin to have doubts. Could it be she’s also bound by a simp system? And the strategy target is himself? "You’ve worked so hard, is it just for a silent life? I think this is not what you want. Koda Kaoru is ultimately not suitable for you. You are more suited to being Fujiwara Reiki." Fujiwara Reiki suddenly smiled, making this winter burst with colors. "Besides suitability, there’s also desire. Perhaps I am willing to be Koda Kaoru." Jiang Chen didn’t respond. The two then passed by the garden where Princess Ya Yi used to frequently receive lessons. A stone table, stone stools. Jiang Chen still remembered how he once sat there, listening to someone teach the Japanese Princess about the Journey to the West. "Jiang-san, come with me." Fujiwara Reiki suddenly grabbed his hand, leading him through the garden, along the covered corridor, eventually arriving in front of a study. Fujiwara Reiki opened the door, pulled him inside, then turned, closing the door again. "Li Ji often gave Ya Yi lessons here before too." Jiang Chen nodded, surveying the surroundings. Shedding the ordinary identity of an external teacher, this time, Fujiwara Reiki seemed to be taking him on a deeper tour, pulling him from outside to inside. The inner room contained not just a desk and bookshelves, but also a wooden bed. "Usually at noon, Ya Yi would rest on this bed, Jiang-san, just feel it." Fujiwara Reiki didn’t give him any chance, pushed him onto the bed, "Is it soft?" Jiang Chen felt perplexed, but still nodded. This bed had an antique design, or perhaps it was an antique in itself, with curtains at the head and foot. Just as Jiang Chen was about to get up, Fujiwara Reiki placed a finger on her lips, "Shh," then walked to the window, closing the window that had been opened for ventilation. Next, she turned, walking back, simultaneously raised her hand to remove a hairpin. Smooth hair cascaded down like a waterfall, Fujiwara Reiki flicked her hair, displaying a myriad of charms that momentarily distracted even the well-experienced Jiang Chen. "What do you want to do?" He sat by the bedside, asking rather dazedly, while the other person had already approached him. "Jiang-san, have you rested long enough?" Why does it sound a bit insulting? Nonetheless, Jiang Chen somewhat understood the other party’s intention. Is this a comeback because things didn’t work out in Fukushima? Or did that night in the haunted house really open Pandora’s Box; not only did my powerful prowess leave no shadow of fear but instead helped push open the door to a new world, experiencing the marvels of adulthood, thus becoming addicted? There was no Taoist nun sister drunk driving. Jiang Chen subconsciously lowered his voice, "Do you know where this is?" In the haunted house. Even in Fukushima, it was whatever. Those are private spaces. But do you know what kind of place this is? This is the Imperial Palace, the residence of the Imperial Family. This is a study room, a place for learning and acquiring knowledge. This is simply disgraceful and corrupts moral customs! "Doesn’t Jiang-san find it exhilarating?" Fujiwara Reiki was certainly not crazy, but it wasn’t impossible that she might have drugged herself. While speaking, she already straddled Jiang Chen, her breath like orchids, leaning on Jiang Chen’s chest, pushing him down onto the bed. Exhilarating? Chapters first released on novel·fiɾe·net It was absolutely exhilarating to the extreme. With so many heavyweights outside, and the banquet still ongoing. If discovered, it would undoubtedly be sensational world news. In the chronicles of global scandals, Boss Jiang would surely leave a significant mark, and even if he was unwilling to be a national hero, this title would likely be glued to him, impossible to remove. In the Japanese Imperial Palace, to be on top of Japanese exquisite top-tier nobility, and still in such a significant occasion. The buffs are all stacked. What wife-in-front, NTR, Cosplay... in comparison, are simply not worth mentioning! One could even imagine. If truly exposed, the comment section would undoubtedly be full of "urge for seed, may good people have peace". High-heeled shoes fell to the ground. Revealing feet clad in white socks. It’s actually for real. Miss Fujiwara’s madness and courage seem never to be doubted. She bent down, her scattered hair hanging down, brushing against Jiang Chen’s face, and the itchiness almost penetrated deep into his bones. Can’t it be done after leaving the Imperial Palace? Boss Jiang is returning home in a few days. "Do you want to become the harlot condemned by the world?" Jiang Chen, being suppressed underneath, breathed heavily. "At worst, I’ll just leave with Jiang-san. If it really comes to that, and Japan cannot contain me, Jiang-san surely wouldn’t abandon Li Ji, right?" Jiang Chen was about to speak when a slender jade finger sealed his lips. "This time, Li Ji will take the initiative." The phrase ’A woman’s pursuit of a man is as thin as gauze’ is not without foundation. Once a woman becomes proactive, it’s hard for a man to resist; even if not once, twice, eventually he’ll succumb. The belt wasn’t simply untied, it was pulled out, Fujiwara Reiki pretentiously bound Jiang Chen’s wrists, her eyes amorous and misty, full of allure, while she brushed her hair aside. Two gentle hands gave a slight pull. The curtain at the head and foot of the bed.