A concubina mimada e charmosa: o primeiro-ministro insano com possessividade doentia

Inside the chamber, white curtains swayed gently with the breeze. Sunlight poured in, piercing her eyelids.

Clink, clink~

The sound from beneath the covers roused Su Yao from her slumber. She slowly opened her eyes, a delicate hand covering her crimson lips as she lazily stretched.

Su Yao couldn't understand what had come over the old man yesterday—already past thirty, yet so devoid of restraint.

Lost in thought, she curled the blanket tighter, reluctant to rise; she was exhausted.

In the adjacent study, Lu Huaijin, reviewing official documents, caught the clear chime of a bell and knew his lady had awakened. He set down his brush and returned to the room.

As the chief minister and a powerful figure, though assisted by cabinet scholars, the young emperor trusted only him, and many memorials had to be personally examined by Lu Huaijin.

He sighed deeply, still hoping to delegate some authority to his son.

Now, wishing to stay by Su Yao’s side daily, he only reviewed documents while she slept. Today, he even skipped the morning court, having the palace send the papers to him.

Yesterday was his thirtieth birthday banquet. The thought of growing older while his beloved remained so young was enough to make him lose control—thus his recklessness.

The curtain fluttered.

Lu Huaijin half-crouched, squinting. "Yao’er, awake? Feeling unwell?"

His tall figure shielded the harsh light.

The man was in good spirits. Gazing at the woman curled on the bed, her cheeks flushed, hair loosened on bot