Chapter 235: Helping the Empress Put On White Stockings, the Tangible Weight of That Foot (3)
The Empress's gaze turned dazed until she felt a strange sensation at her foot.
She snapped out of it instantly, her focus returning.
"Qinglan sis, you spent the whole day training me for my safety."
"There's not much I can do in return—but at least let me help you relax like this."
Su Qing held that soft, white-silk-clad foot in his hand and spoke seriously.
The touch was warm and smooth—through the delicate fabric, the slight pink of her toes peeked through.
Both the sight and the feel were exquisite.
No exaggeration—this was truly of gourmet quality.
Of course, he wasn't doing this just to take advantage of her.
Being the well-behaved boy he was, he could clearly sense the tinge of sadness in the Empress's heart.
So... this was his way of helping her relieve stress.
There's nothing a good foot massage can't solve—and if one isn't enough, two will do.
The Empress only now realized what was happening. Instinctively, she felt it was inappropriate.
But before she could voice her protest, he pressed on a pressure point.
Her soft body trembled, and a low moan escaped her throat.
Su Qing laughed quietly in his heart, but kept a straight face.
He massaged seriously, savoring the unique experience.
He knew her body like the back of his hand—this wasn't his first massage.
But doing it through white stockings? That was a whole new level.
The feel, the visuals—it was all an incredible treat.
Perfectly shaped, lightly trembling in his grip—her foot looked like a creamy white dessert.
If she wore heels on top of that, the view would be divine.
After that initial slip, the Empress began regaining control of her emotions.
She pressed her lips together and said nothing, doing her best to suppress her instincts.
"Qinglan sis, you don't have to be so reserved with me."
"If it feels good, just let it out—it's the best praise I could receive."
Su Qing teased, watching the Empress's flushed face.
Having spent so many years by her side, he could tell—she was genuinely nervous.
This was a rare reaction, far different from her usual demeanor.
Was it the white stockings that made her feel more embarrassed?
Of course, he wouldn't say it out loud. That would get him killed.
With just a touch of mischief in his heart, he applied a little more pressure.
In this serene, secluded landscape, the Empress had let go of her usual role.
Here, with no one else around—it didn't matter who they were to the world.
"Haa... stop... stop it..."
The Empress moaned softly, unable to endure the increasingly intense massage.
She had completely forgotten her overwhelming strength.
She couldn't even pull her foot away.
"Qinglan sis, if it's too much, you can just beg me to stop."
Su Qing, thrilled by this scene of pure triumph, grinned cheerfully.
His earlier fatigue was gone—he felt completely rejuvenated.
What could be more satisfying than hearing the Empress herself beg?
"I-I won't beg!"
She covered her red lips with her hand, refusing to give in.
Her once-dazed eyes were now sharp.
She caught the word "beg" and snapped back to reality.
This traitorous little brother—he was getting bolder.
Was it because of their sibling bond?
This... wasn't a good sign.
The Empress, who hadn't thought much of it before, was now beginning to grasp the consequences of her hasty choice.
Now slightly calmer, she tried to push him away with her foot.
She lightly pressed her foot against his chest, signaling resistance.
But after hesitating for a moment—she didn't use force.
Their strength difference was too vast—she might hurt him by accident.
That was a scene she didn't want to see.
The sharp, decisive Empress found herself momentarily at a loss.
What she didn't realize—was that this only made Su Qing even bolder.
He rarely saw her like this and was feeling more and more delighted.
After all these years, such a sight was nearly unprecedented—no, completely unprecedented.
How could he possibly let this rare moment of weakness slip away?
He kneaded even more enthusiastically—his answer to her feeble resistance.
The soft feel in his hands and her flustered face were intoxicating.
If not for the bad timing, he might have pulled out a memory stone to capture the scene.
The wind rustled through the grass and trees.
It felt as though someone might appear at any moment!
The Empress grew even more tense.
"You traitor—stop right now! Don't you dare push your luck!"
She finally broke, scolding him in a low voice.
That usually imposing, flawless face now carried shame and a touch of fragility.
Even using her usual commanding tone, there was a clear lack of conviction.
It made her sound more flustered than furious.
Understandable—her whole body had gone numb. Just saying this much took real effort.
"Qinglan sis, didn't you say we should stick to sibling terms when alone?"
"Besides, we're not in the capital—you can't use that commanding tone with me."
Su Qing replied with complete sincerity.
At that moment, he was riding high.
That bashful Empress expression filled him with pride—who wouldn't be riding high?
Deep down, he even started thinking about teasing her more.
What next? There was still plenty of time—so many possibilities!
But before he could plan further, a sudden chill washed over him.
"You traitor! I see I've spoiled you far too much—how dare you be so presumptuous!"
The Empress lashed out in anger.
Her face had returned to its usual cold, domineering beauty, radiating an intense pressure.
If not for the faint flush still lingering on her cheeks, one might think the last few minutes had been a dream.
A strange premonition had just struck her—so she made up her mind.
Years of knowing Su Qing had taught her exactly what kind of man he was.
Shameless. Always pushing boundaries.
She couldn't let this go on—or who knew what he'd do next.
"Your Majesty, I-I was just joking! Surely you won't punish me for a little joke, right?"
Su Qing shivered, instantly sobering up and flashing an obedient smile.
He watched her retract that silky white foot from his hands and swallowed hard.