Rebellious Lord of All Realms: Su Chen's Dark Harem

Chapter 195 Flowers frolicked in the Imperial Garden, tender years filled the palace.The midday sun was warm but not parching, casting mottled shadows through the gaps in the leaves within the Imperial Garden of the Nishen Imperial Palace. The garden was breezy and sunny, with a riot of color as peonies stood elegant, roses were fragrant, and jasmine was sweet. Various flowers bloomed freely, and the air was filled with a rich yet not cloying floral scent. Occasionally, a gentle breeze brushed past, causing the flower branches to tremble slightly as petals fell like rain, making it look like a celestial paradise on earth.

Leaving the cultivation time at the Martial Arts Field behind, Su Chen led the fifteen beauties to the Imperial Garden, temporarily setting aside all distractions to enjoy this leisurely warmth that belonged solely to them. There were no government affairs to attend to, no surging spirit power, only the fragrance of flowers surrounding them and the company of beauties, as the years passed peacefully.

By the large white jade stone table, exquisite tea snacks and sweet Fruit Wine had already been laid out. The Osmanthus Cakes and Lotus Crisps handmade by Kushina were still warm, the Spirit Fruits that Ning Rongrong had specifically sent over from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School were translucent and plump, and the Soothing Flower Tea prepared by Xiao Yi Xian was overflowing with fragrance. Su Chen leaned lazily against a carved soft chair, surrounded by the fifteen beauties. Everywhere he looked was tenderness, and his heart was filled with peace.

Xiao Wu was still clingy, pinching a piece of Osmanthus Cake in one hand and holding Su Chen’s arm with the other. She leaned her small face gently against his shoulder, occasionally feeding a piece of pastry to Su Chen’s lips, her soft voice carrying a sweet smile: ”Brother Su Chen, try this. The Osmanthus Cake Sister Kushina made is delicious, sweet but not greasy, and it pairs perfectly with this flower tea.”

Su Chen opened his mouth and took a bite of the pastry. The sweet scent of osmanthus spread in his mouth, bringing a sense of warmth. He lowered his head and rubbed Xiao Wu’s rabbit ears, saying dotingly, ”Mm, it’s delicious. It tastes even better since our Xiao Wu fed it to me.”

Xiao Wu’s eyes curved with joy at the praise. She rubbed her nose against Su Chen’s cheek, smiling like a child who had received candy, and then picked up a piece of Lotus Crisp, carefully feeding it to Su Chen’s lips. The sunlight fell on her pink cheeks, making her eyes sparkle, lively and adorable, as if all the beauty in the world was gathered upon her.

Zhu Zhuqing sat on Su Chen’s other side, holding a cup of warm flower tea in her hand, her fingertips gently stroking the rim of the cup. Her cold features, under the reflection of the warm light, had shed all sharpness, leaving only soft tenderness. She didn’t say much, just quietly stayed by Su Chen’s side, occasionally looking up at him. The attachment and deep affection in her eyes were fully revealed. Su Chen felt her gaze, reached out to hold her hand, and gently squeezed her fingertips. No words were needed; their hearts were already connected. Zhu Zhuqing’s cheeks turned slightly red, but she didn’t pull her hand back, letting him hold it. The warmth from his palm spread through her fingertips to her entire body, warming her heart.

Ning Rongrong couldn’t stay still and went skipping to the flower bushes in the garden. She snapped off a few branches of the most flourishing roses, picked a few gorgeous peonies, and held a few clusters of small jasmine in her hand. She turned and ran back to Su Chen, holding up the flower branches like she was presenting a treasure: ”Brother Su Chen, look, these flowers are so beautiful. How about I weave a wreath for you? It will definitely look great on your head!”

Without waiting for Su Chen’s response, she pulled his hand and squatted in front of him, seriously weaving the wreath. The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda floated gently in her palm, emitting a faint seven-colored light, carefully protecting the flower branches for fear of damaging them in the slightest. Her fingertips were slender and nimble, and the flower branches flew through her hands. Before long, an exquisite wreath was finished, with red roses, pink peonies, and white jasmine complementing each other, and the floral scent was rich.