Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Mei Yilan’s professional facade sharpened instantly. She sat straight, her emotions reigned in, ready to receive whatever news he brought.

Seeing her readiness, Shen Yu leaned forward, pulling his chair closer until their knees were almost touching. He reached out and took her hand, his thumb gently caressing her palm. His golden eyes were filled with an intense sincerity, shadowed by a carefully hidden, simmering depth of affection.

Mei Yilan’s pulse spiked. She felt an instinctive urge to pull back, but her muscles wouldn’t obey; instead, her neck turned a deep crimson at the warmth of his touch. She found herself trapped in the magnetic pull of those golden globes.

"Aunt, this cure... it may sound ridiculous to you," Shen Yu said softly. "You might think I’ve lost my mind. You might even judge me, or grow to hate me for even suggesting it."

He leaned in further, his face inches from hers, his grip on her hand tightening with a desperate, protective strength. "But you must understand... I would do anything to save you. Literally anything."

Mei Yilan found it difficult to draw air into her lungs. A flutter of warmth erupted in her chest; she felt a profound sense of gratitude for having a nephew so fiercely devoted to her life. Reaching out with her free hand, she gently caressed his jawline.

"I could never hate you or judge you, Yu’er," she whispered.

Shen Yu leaned into her palm, closing his eyes for a brief second before looking at her with a gaze that finally let the hidden fire leak through.

"Aunt... do you remember how I healed my own meridians?"

Mei Yilan’s pupils contracted sharply. The hand on his jaw froze as the implication crashed over her like a tidal wave. "Do you mean..."

"Yes," Shen Yu replied, his voice a low, resonant vibration that seemed to fill the room. "Dual Cultivation."

The heavy silence of the study was broken only by the erratic, frantic rhythm of Mei Yilan’s heart. The crimson flush that began at her throat surged upward like a wildfire, drenching her cheeks and ears in a feverish, betraying heat.

She recoiled as if burned, her hand flying to her chest as she stumbled back against the plush guest chair, her legs suddenly turning to water.

"No... no, no, no," she stammered, her voice a fragile, broken whisper that lacked even a shred of her usual Matriarchal authority.

"Yu’er, what are you saying? You... you cannot be serious. This is madness! It is absolute sacrilege!"

She began to pace the narrow confines of her office, her hands trembling as she tucked stray locks of black hair behind her ears with jerky, panicked movements.

"I am your aunt! Your mother’s sworn sister! And Lixue... Lixue is my daughter! She is your wife! I am your mother-in-law, for the heavens’ sake! To even suggest this... it is a violation of every law of nature and propriety!"

She turned to him, her eyes wide with a volatile mixture of terror and a strange, unbidden heat she was desperate to suppress.

"Think of the scandal, Yu’er! The heavens would strike us down for such filth! I am the Matriarch of this clan, an old woman past her prime. You are a young lion with the world at your feet. To...to save me through such a... a carnal method... I can’t. I won’t!"

Shen Yu rose from his seat, his presence suddenly expanding until it filled the room like a gathering storm. In two swift, predatory steps, he was upon her. Before she could retreat again, he reached out and cupped her face with both hands. His palms were warm, firm, and possessed an undeniable strength that forced her frantic movements to a sudden, jarring halt.

"Aunt. Look at me," he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, magnetic vibration that bypassed her ears and resonated directly in her soul.

Mei Yilan’s breath hitched. Trapped between his steady palms, she had no choice but to drown in those burning golden globes. The fire she had glimpsed earlier was now a full-blown inferno of desire and resolve.

"I know this is forbidden. I know the world would call it a sin," he whispered, his thumbs tracing the line of her trembling, parted lips.

"But how else am I to save you? There is no other to mend a shattered core in the hours we have left. This is the only path. The only truth."

"But Yu’er..." she stammered, her eyes shimmering with a mix of grief and a traitorous longing.

"What about you? Your future is boundless. You would be... stained by this old woman. You should be looking at young, vibrant flowers, not a withered branch like me."

"Yilan."

He addressed her directly by her name, discarding the weight of the honorific as if it were a useless rag. He leaned forward until their foreheads touched, his breath mingling with hers.

"Don’t you dare speak so low of yourself. To me, you have never aged a day. You are the moon that makes every other star seem dim. If you think that claiming you would stain me, then you have understood nothing of my heart. Because...."

"Because?" she whispered, her voice barely a thread of sound.

"Because I have loved you since the moment I was old enough to understand what beauty was. When I was a boy, I told you I would marry you. You laughed; you patted my head and dismissed it as the sweet babbling of a child."

His grip on her face tightened slightly, a flicker of possessive hunger crossing his features. "But I never stopped reaching for you. Every step I take toward power is a step I take toward being a man worthy of standing by your side. I didn’t become a master to rule a clan, I did it to claim you."

"What about Lixue?" she gasped, clutching at the thought of her daughter as a final, desperate shield. "She is your wife... my own blood..." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"I will give you the same answer I gave you a decade ago," Shen Yu countered, his voice dripping with an ancient, predatory confidence.

"I will simply marry you both. Why should a king be forced to choose between the morning sun and the evening star? You are both my destiny."