Maomao hadn't seen Jinshi for days, the memory of their last playful encounter lingering in her mind. He seemed consumed by work or engrossed in discussions with his brother. With unwavering patience, she awaited his call.

"Why the delay?" Her murmurs betrayed her concern, fearing Jinshi might not secure the necessary approval. A married woman collaborating with an emperor's Consort, especially one wedded to his younger brother, seemed a far-fetched prospect. Despite knowing this, an unexpected sense of disappointment lingered within her.

"Stop overthinking!" Maomao scolded herself, tugging at her green locks in frustration. Gathering her resolve, she halted outside the room she was summoned to. The wait was unnerving, made worse by the summons to meet Lady Gyokuyou and the Emperor.

Could this somehow involve Jinshi?

With a soft sigh, she knocked on the door, prepared to bow in respect to the two higher ups. As the door slid open, she offered her greeting, lifting her head only after completing her bow.

To her surprise, Jinshi stood there, a gleaming smile on his face. What shocked her further was the presence of not only Lady Gyokuyou but also the other three Consorts.

"This has spiraled out of control," she realized, feeling the situation escalating beyond expectation.

Maomao observed the four consorts attentively. Lady Gyokuyou, seated before her, stifled giggles behind a delicate arm covering her mouth with her sleeve. Lady Lishu appeared solemn, sadness evident in her eyes. Lady Lihua sported a small smirk, while Lady Loulan seemed entirely unfazed, almost bored by the situation.

Their varied reactions hinted at a mix of emotions that intrigued and unsettled Maomao.

"We were about to begin," Jinshi beamed, taking Maomao's hand, guiding her into the room, leaving them alone with the four consorts.

Expecting the Emperor's presence, Maomao noticed his absence. Had something come up at the last minute?

"So," Lady Gyokuyou began, suppressing her giggles with a grin that made Maomao uneasy. "I hear Jinshi wants to marry you~"

"Yeah," Maomao choked out, her discomfort evident as she pressed her lips together. "That seems to be why you're all here." With a heavy sigh, she hung her head, already feeling drained before the conversation had even started.

"I see no issue with it," Lady Lihua spoke up, surprising Maomao with her immediate support. "If this is what they want, why should we stop them?"

"Because," Lady Lishu interjected, her voice tinged with concern. "She serves as a waiting woman for Consort Gyokuyou. Marrying would mean relinquishing her position."

"I wouldn't mind sharing~" Lady Gyokuyou quipped, finding amusement in the unfolding scenario.

"She's requested to marry him while retaining her role as a poison taster," Lady Loulan added, directing her keen gaze at the couple. "Doesn't that seem rather selfish?"

"I don't think so," Lady Lihua countered, casting a dissatisfied glance toward the newest of the Consorts. "Maomao has assisted all of us; I believe she deserves happiness." Her supportive stance reflected a deeper appreciation for Maomao's past actions.

"It should be Maomao's choice," Lady Gyokuyou emphasized, offering a gentle smile. "Would you like to marry Jinshi?" she inquired.

Maomao paused, reminiscing about her contentment with being an apothecary and never pondering marriage. "I never really thought about getting married," she admitted. "But he insists, and if it gets him off my back, I suppose I can make the sacrifice," she concluded, seemingly satisfied with her response.

Jinshi, however, gazed at her, pained by her words. "Get me off your back? Sacrifice?" he repeated, his heart wounded deeply by her casual words.

"Come on, I was perfectly content with our situation as it is now; marriage just means we don't have to hide it," she explained matter-of-factly. But Jinshi, overwhelmed by the pain in his chest, crumpled to the floor, unable to bear the emotional weight of her words.

"Then it's fine with me," Lady Lihua declared, expressing her agreement, seemingly concluding the discussion.

"I wouldn't mind her keeping her position either. It just means I'll have to share her," Lady Gyokuyou chimed in, her demeanor light, accompanied by a soft giggle.

"I suppose if this is what they want," Lady Lishu whispered, her worry evident as she nibbled on her bottom lip. If given the chance, she would have pleaded with Jinshi to choose her as his consort.

However, Maomao's impending marriage to the prince signified his intention not to take on more wives. With a wistful sigh, Lady Lishu too offered her blessings, accepting the situation with a tinge of sadness.

Lastly, Lady Loulan maintained her unchanged expression throughout the conversation, aware she was outnumbered and likely to lose should she disagree.

"I suppose it's fine," she conceded, accepting the consensus. Jinshi's eyes welled up with tears, overwhelmed by the positive responses.

"But I have a question," Maomao interjected, raising her hand. "I thought the Emperor was also supposed to attend?" Her query was met with Lady Gyokuyou's willingness to respond.

"He wanted our agreement before expressing his opinion," Lady Gyokuyou explained, gesturing towards a sliding door leading to another room. As it opened, the Emperor stepped in, smiling at the two.

"So, you want to marry my little brother~" he teased, a playful tone in his voice. "A surprise, considering he's a bit of a womanizer~"

"I said I'd stop!" Jinshi hissed, pulling Maomao close. "I'll do it only to maintain order around here, but I only desire Maomao!"

Maomao felt her cheeks burn at his words, torn between wanting to kiss him and wanting to scold him. She relented, allowing him to hold her close as embarrassment flushed her face.

"Who am I to say no?" the Emperor added, crossing his arms. "Since my ladies have given their approval, I'll give mine." With Jinshi embracing Maomao tightly in joy and Maomao attempting to contain her embarrassment, the scene concluded, leaving Jinshi elated and Maomao flustered.

"However," the Emperor intervened, halting the joy of the purple-haired man. 'I have a condition. ' Jinshi relaxed his hold on Maomao, sensing a serious condition looming.

"And what might that be?" Jinshi inquired, apprehensive about his brother's request.

"Firstly, you renounce any claim to the throne, along with any future offspring," the Emperor stated. The new couple exchanged a glance before returning their attention to the Emperor.

"Agreed," they both replied in unison, displaying no interest in pursuing power within the country.

"Secondly, you must have a public wedding," the Emperor chirped.

"Deal!" Jinshi agreed enthusiastically.

"What!?" Maomao groaned in response.

"It's the right thing to do," the Emperor continued, wearing a pleasant smile. "Especially since you're the second prince."

"Oh god," Maomao sighed, rubbing her forehead. "What do I tell dad..."

"We'll tell him together! I'll ask for his blessing," Jinshi proposed cheerfully.

"You do realize he won't readily accept this. You're not someone I'd proudly introduce to him," Maomao stated calmly, dampening Jinshi's enthusiasm.

"That's a bit worrying..." Jinshi muttered, feeling somewhat disheartened.

"But, it's not like he'll hate you," Maomao quickly added, trying to soften her statement. "He might appreciate your... um, personality, if I can call it that," she mumbled, searching for the right words.

"Not helping!" Jinshi exclaimed, feeling a shiver run up his spine as Maomao's thoughts seemed to spiral.

"Either way, we have to talk to him," Maomao sighed, gathering her thoughts.

"We'll make a day of it together," Jinshi suggested optimistically.

"The three Princesses will want to come as well," Maomao mused.

"They're like your family! They can come!" Jinshi responded cheerfully.

"That old hag will be pissed if she isn't allowed as well," Maomao continued her thought.

"She's like your grandmother~" Jinshi remarked with unwavering enthusiasm, trying to calm Maomao's racing thoughts. "Maomao," he whispered, trying to ground her. "Calm down, one person at a time."

Maomao paused, the breaks in their conversation halting her racing thoughts. She found it fascinating how Jinshi could do that. Yet suddenly, she pondered the effects of certain drugs on him, amused by the idea of testing them.

Standing beside him, she concealed her smirk as her tail wagged and her ears twitched at the thought. Could she acclimate him to poisons? Would that even be enjoyable?

"I'm scared of what you're thinking about," Jinshi groaned, sensing mischief. "That smile means you're up to no good."

"I was just contemplating what I could give you and how long it would affect your body," Maomao teased, knowing it unsettled him.

"Don't start thinking about such things," Jinshi shuddered, hugging himself. "I'm not like you," he added, feeling a chill at the notion.

"You're dismissed," the Emperor intervened, gesturing with his hand. The couple glanced at him before bowing respectfully. Once they bid their farewells, they returned to the hall, finding themselves alone once more.

"Well, I suppose we start planning," Maomao suggested, rubbing her chin in contemplation.

"We can start right away!" Jinshi eagerly jumped at the opportunity. The sooner they wed, the sooner he could openly express his affection for her, without hiding even the marks he longed to leave on her.

"First, let's talk to my dad. Then you can handle the whole thing if you want," Maomao instructed, waving him off. "But for now..." Her playful smirk hinted at mischief. "We should return to my room. I have something I'd like to give you."

"Is it a drug?" Jinshi questioned with a deadpan tone. Maomao's excitement was evident as she wagged her tail, gazing up at him.

"I just want to know how long it will last," she beamed. With a resigned sigh, he nodded. After all, she was gearing up for a public wedding, so the least he could do was indulge her whims.

As the two returned to Maomao's quarters, she retrieved a small vial from under her pillow, holding it up to Jinshi. "Drink," she simply stated. Although a grimace crossed his face, the pleading happiness in her eyes compelled him to swallow the liquid.

"Tart," he muttered, licking his lips. "What is it supposed to do?" he questioned.

"You'll find out once it kicks in," she smiled mischievously. "You can leave now. Get the trip to my dad's ready and get it approved," she chimed.

Despite his suspicions, he followed her instructions, taking his leave and leaving her alone in her room. She glanced at the setting sun, a content smile playing on her lips as she gathered a few things before heading out.

By the time she reached Jinshi's office, she could hear his anxious voice. "Gaoshun, just go get Maomao!"

"No need," she spoke, entering the room. Her lover sat at his desk, cheeks burning a dark shade of red as he looked flustered.

"What did you give Lord Jinshi?" Gaoshun inquired, but Maomao decided not to disclose the details to him or the man she had drugged.

"Not your business. I'll take care of it," she dismissed casually. Gaoshun stood there, bewildered and concerned about what had just transpired.

"Maomao," Jinshi purred, hugging her from behind, nuzzling her head. "Don't make me walk too far."

She responded with a small hum before teasingly asking, "Are you saying you want to do it here?" without turning to face him.

Jinshi groaned, pulling her back against him as his fervor became evident. The frog was back, pressed against her lower back with need.

'He'll see you in the morning. ' With a short bow Maomao led her needy lover from his office and down the hall. They had just gotten to the gardens by the time he was kissing the back of her neck, biting down only to leave small love bites.

'Jinshi. ' She whispered, trying to bite back some moans. 'If you don't stop we won't make it to your room. '

'The garden will be fine, no one is out this late. ' He moaned, rubbing against her, hot pants blowing past her ear.

'If you're that needy, do it yourself. ' She instructed. The poor needy man pressed more against her but she pulled ahead slightly. Annoyed with it, he pressed against her again, only for her to pull away again.

He knew she was teasing him, she knew he was getting annoyed. She had set this whole thing up to see how long he could hold out. This was a test, but he knew he could win. He had done this many times before.

However, Jinshi also hadn't felt this extreme of a need before. Whatever Maomao had given him made him hard, so hard that it hurt. Each step was painful but he wasn't going to lose. His room wasn't too far from his office, he could make it.

Then five feet from his escape, she stopped. He left out a groan, trying to push her forward but she didn't budge. 'Maomao. ' He whined. She simply stood still, not moving even though Jinshi was painfully turned on.

'I think I should return to my room before it gets late. ' She spoke. The final string of sanity Jinshi had snapped at that moment. Picking her up, he tossed her over her shoulder, smacking her ass as he threw open his door with his foot.

Walking in he tossed her onto his bed before turning to shut and lock his door. 'You're staying here for the night. ' He instructed, moving to pin her to the bed, however with slick skill she slipped out from under him. Simply sitting on the floor by his bed.

'Am I? ' She inquired, teasing him as she grabbed his dick, giving it a squeeze as he bucked into her hand. 'So needy. ' With that she pulled his pants down, freeing his flushed member. The head was a burning red, precum dripping from her slight touches.

He bowed over her, his arms on the bed as sweet moans escaped him. Every touch, no matter how light, drove him insane. She took note of this, smirking as she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, only stopping when a thick thread of cum spilled into her hair, dripping down her face and onto her nose.

'Huh. ' She hummed, giving his slit a long lick. The saltiness didn't bother her, honestly it was rather sweet compared to what she was told. She expected something that would repulse her but it didn't.

So with feather light touches she stroked his length, letting him runt into her hands as he breathlessly pleaded for more. She licked the head, taking only the tip into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it as she pumped. Cum dripped into her mouth but this didn't stop her. She simply swallowed and continued her work.

After a few more swallows she pulled away, allowing the next smaller thread to drip onto her chin and chest. Looking at it she began to wonder what he would think of her right now. She did have his cum on her face and chest. Would this turn him on like she was told?

'Jinshi? ' She asked, laying her head back against the bed. 'How do I look? '

'You look lovely, so fucking perfect. ' He growled, pumping himself into her hands. 'Beautiful, you're better than any of my brothers consorts. ' The words fell from him, his mind not wanting her to stop. His eyes finally opened, turning down to her only for his heart to burst at the sight of her.

She laid her head back, looking up to him with such innocence while painted with his cum. He didn't have time to stop himself before he came hard, hitting her lips and chin before it leaked down her chest.

His heart couldn't handle this.

'Maomao, please ' ' he whispered, still hard. She gave a small hum, pleased with what results she had gotten. Sliding back up she laced her hands with his, only pulling her legs up to give him access To what he wanted.

'Fine, but only because you gave me what I wanted. ' She stated, licking her lips. Jinshi couldn't help but kiss her, pulling her hands above her head as he lined himself up with her. The tip of his head rubbed against her slick entrance, the two of them moaning before he slammed into her.

Maomao arched her back, moaning loudly into the kiss as he began to thrust. He hadn't prepared her this time, yet she accepted him without any problems. He fit inside her so well that he burst at the overwhelming warmth.

His cum spilled into her but he didn't stop. He lost count on how many times he had cum, she felt so lovely, so warm and tight. Pulling from the kiss he watched her face twist in pleasure, her sweet moans pushing him to thrust harder.

Maomao opened her eyes, looking up with such a lovely look it pushed him close to his edge once more. He tried to keep himself from doing so but as he thrust once again he moaned, pressing into her as he came hard. Taking a moment to breathe he tried to calm himself down.

'Are you spent? ' She asked, blinking up to him. His face darkened, realizing he hadn't gotten her off once. He began to sputter, trying to form some kind of words. 'Good. ' She said, a smirk on her face.

With that she threw her leg over him, knocking him over so that she was sitting on him. He laid beneath her, eyes wide as she rolled her hips against his. She didn't let his hands go, instead holding them next to his head as she began to bounce.

He moaned, bucking his hips to meet her thrusts. It was her turn to play with him and that's what she did. She didn't stop bouncing, coming down hard, skin slapping skin as she held his hands. Cum bubbled around her entrance, spilling down his balls as she neared her end.

She grew tight, so warm, he needed her more. 'Maomao~ ' He quickly rolled her onto her back, ramming in as his balls smacked her ass. He kept her hands over her head, holding them with one hand as his other hand ran down, pressing against the spot on her stomach that threw her over the edge.

Her loud cry echoed but he didn't care. He wanted everyone to know who she belonged to. Jinshi loved Maomao and if someone had asked him tomorrow who was in his room, he would proudly state it.

Rolling his hips he slammed back into her, cumming once again as his cock started to finally come down from its high. He was spent, his body tired from climaxing so many times.

'Seven. ' She breathed, her voice a soft whisper. 'Seven on just a small vile. '

'You set me up. ' He grumbled, laying on her. Maomao left his hands, moving to run her fingers through his messy locks. 'You were just going to leave me. '

'I wasn't, I was teasing you. ' She kissed his head, giggling at his crankiness. 'You're fine. '

'It hurt so bad till now. ' Closing his eyes he moved, pulling out of her before falling at her side. She waited a moment, expecting him to pull her to him but when he didn't she moved to lay on him. 'I can get use to this. ' He sighed happily, rubbing small circles on her back.

'I think, ' Maomao began. 'I already have. ' She laid her head on his chest, enjoying his warmth as the two calmed down. 'I need a bath. '

'Shall we take one together? ' He chirped. Maomao rolled her eyes but sat up, wincing in slight pain and from the cold cum between her legs. Touching it with her fingers and brought her hand up, playing with it.

'I wonder if we can turn this into a type of glue. ' She mumbled. Jinshi grabbed her, pulling her back down.

'Enough experiments! ' He yelled, cheeks bright red. Maomao just nuzzled him, giggling softly at his angry mumbles.