My Ultimate Ambition

"Congratulations your majesty, finally you are second only to the emperor".

Court lady song ,the highest ranking court lady of the palace congratulated the newly appointed empress of the dynasty. Her mistress and benefactor.

The empress, the previous royal consort Bin stood in front of her palace_ the Phoenix palace after her coronation ceremony surrounded by lots of palace maids, eunuchs, palace guards and servants alike.

The red phoenix robe complemented the golden crown dangling on her head, her slender wrist held unto a royal tag representing a marriage vow.

She threw her head up to peer closely at the palace she had always watched from the background and smiled beautifully.

"This shall be mine from now onwards", she beamed as she waltzed inside elegantly.

The golden throne gleamed brightly as stray ray of sunshine fell on it from the window. This seat... she recalls has been the most deepest part of her ambition, getting it at last is a dream come true.

" Your royal Majesty, the emperor arrives" one of her court maids announced cheerfully.

She smiled beautifully as she gazed lovingly at the front door from whence she expects the love of her life... the emperor of Shu dynasty.

The emperor walked in happily holding her hands firmly as he lightly kissed her forehead. The servants pretended not to see as they bowed bashfully to evade this public display of affection from their masters.

" Yoona, let's walk towards your garden, the flowers are in full bloom" , he said, his hands entwined with hers firmly and a tender gaze gracing her queenly vision.

They walked towards the garden as the empress exclaimed in surprised positive wonder. Tears of happiness cascaded down her cheeks as she hugged him tightly. So many a time, she has received numerous love gifts yet none touched her heart like this one.

The emperor returned the hug with a promise to make her the only woman in his hearts.

"Yoona, as an emperor... many a time I would be offered beautiful women, I would fall under the scheme of seduction but I promise you would be the only one to give me a hard-on". Her heart stirred warmly, her beautiful face flushed crimson as she playfully tapped on his c.h.e.s.t.

"Pervert!".

The sweet feeling of excitement bubbled beautifully in her heart as she held his hands to reciprocate the promise.

Bang!.

Rumble!

She screamed loudly as she woke up from the beautiful dream panting, her white sleeping gown soaked through showing her porcelain white body. The black flowing long hair her servants painstakingly braid every morning was currently disheveled like a one of a woman newly gone mad.

The nice dream playing in her mind got disrupted with the rumble of thunder. One of her phobias is thunderstorm as it reminds her of one of her most grievous days.

Seohwa , her maidservant rushed into the room worriedly. She heard her mistress scream in her sleep as she was walking towards the kitchen to get a late night snack.

"Agassi!. Why did you scream?", she asked with concern over her Miss' distress.

Three words, one sentence left her mouth in response to the question.

"Get my brother!"

In the city brothel , a young man was surrounded with hordes of pretties. A man known supposedly as the useless son of the Kim family and their biggest disgrace. Noone knew under the facade is a shrewd man who knows exactly what he wants and what he's doing.

Actually, his visit to the brothel is a diversion from spies. The man he's to make deal with for salt trading right is on his way and the women are his perfect camouflage.

So as not to bring suspicions to himself, he made a prior visit to book and gather the finest ladies of the brothel to entertain him.

Alas ,his personal bodyguard walked in with hurried steps to whisper and inform him of the man's arrival.

Slyly, he stood up like one disappointed with the news as he promised the ladies to return soon.

Standing up with the dignity of a learned scholar, another man came in to inform him of a message from home. Apprehensive with the nature of the message, he rushed out to confront the bearer.

At the gate, he saw a young girl of about thirteen years waiting for him, shocked at her identity and the person behind her his heart sank in fear.

Thoughts of calamity invaded his mind as he lost his earlier cool. Hurriedly, he held the girl in a death grip. "What is wrong?", he asked with creased brows, his back soaking wet.

" Young master, my miss is calling you". The little girl replied with gasps under the pressure of his grips.

He breezed past her as he mounted his horse amidst the deafening beat of his fragile heart. The guards he went with stood stupefied as they watched their master depart with no instructions left to them.