Seeing Consort Yu looking at him, Jiang Yun secretly smiled at her. This made Consort Yu's blushing cheeks even redder. Her beautiful appearance made Jiang Yun's desire rise like a raging fire.
As the old saying goes, evil is born from courage. Driven by lust, Jiang Yun could not control his impulse and once again stretched his foot toward Consort Yu, this time raising his right leg slightly.
He reached down to Consort Yu's ankle, lifted her beautiful foot, then half-squatted down, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked it.
Consort Yu naturally felt the gentle caress on her calves, which made her feel a little tingly and numb. She glared at Jiang Yun shyly, signaling him to behave himself.
However, images of her making love with Jiang Yun surfaced in her mind. While receiving Jiang Yun's gentle caresses, she fantasized about the feeling of fullness and satisfaction when Jiang Yun's huge penis entered her vagina.
The more she thought about it, the drier her throat became, and the hotter her body felt. She desperately wanted to banish the shameful images from her mind.
But the image seemed to be deeply rooted in her mind, and no matter how she tried to dispel the thought, it wouldn't budge.
Just as she was feeling uneasy, Jiang Yun's right hand, which had been stroking Consort Yu's calves under the table, suddenly moved upwards and touched the inside of Consort Yu's soft thighs.
Feeling the warm touch from Jiang Yun's fingertips, Consort Yu's body trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted.
The Empress Dowager, sitting beside her, noticed Consort Yu's unusual behavior and asked with concern, "Consort Yu, are you feeling unwell?"
"No...no...ah...I'm fine..." Consort Yu stammered, her face flushed, as if someone had caught her in her secret.
"Oh, it's good that you're alright. If you're not feeling well, you can go back and rest first. Don't push yourself too hard," the Empress Dowager kindly advised.
"Ah...I'm really alright...Your Majesty...um...don't worry about me...I..."
Jiang Yun's hand had already touched Consort Yu's honeyed spot. With just a light press, Consort Yu was already panting heavily, her face flushed red all the way to her fair neck, and she explained intermittently.
"Then so be it." The Empress Dowager glanced at Consort Yu with a puzzled look, then turned back to Jiang Yun and continued chatting idly with her.
At this moment, Consort Ling, who was standing next to Jiang Yun, turned her head and saw Jiang Yun half-squatting with her left hand on the table and her right hand under the table. She asked curiously, "Yonghuang, what's wrong? Does your stomach hurt?"
It turned out that Consort Ling thought Jiang Yun had a stomachache because she was clutching her stomach under the table with her right hand, so she asked her with concern.
"Yes, my stomach hurts a little." Upon hearing Consort Ling's question, Jiang Yun hurriedly withdrew her hands and feet, gave an awkward smile, and replied, pretending to have a stomachache.
"Did you eat something bad?" Consort Ling asked with concern. "If not, you can ask the Empress Dowager for leave."
"No, no need. It's rare for the Empress Dowager to be in such a good mood today. I don't want to spoil her enjoyment over something so trivial. It's alright."
Jiang Yun smiled and said, thinking to herself that she still had important business to attend to and could not leave the table early.
"Are you really alright?" It was clear that Consort Ling genuinely cared about Jiang Yun.
"It's alright, Aunt, don't worry." Jiang Yun called Consort Ling "Aunt" softly. The latter smiled and instructed, "Don't push yourself too hard."
"Yes." Jiang Yun nodded heavily, a feeling of gratitude welling up in her heart.
After a while, the atmosphere of the family banquet became more and more lively. The Empress Dowager turned to the side and chatted with the Empress and Consort Ling about everyday matters.
Qing'er, Ninth Princess, and Twelfth Prince played a clapping game that children love, called "You clap once, I clap once".