Chapter 5
She had hit him with a plate. Even feeling the throb against his temple, Bo Tao could still not believe she had hit him. No woman had ever dared do that to him, and he didn’t know whether to be angry or impressed. He settled for being intrigued.
He leaned against the wall, his thoughts still whirling, and prepared to watch a most interesting examination. An honorable man would leave since he had already compromised Ji Yue enough, but he could not seem to leave her alone. She’d dominated his thoughts since she’d shoved him out of her palanquin yesterday. Was he intrigued by her audacity? Fascinated by her intelligence? Or just lustful over her sweet curves? Yes to all. Which meant that even when he meant to simply talk to her alone, he wound up with his hands on her breasts and her legs spread beneath him. She made him lose control, and that was both dangerous and wildly exciting.
He folded his arms across his chest and watched while the virgin glared daggers at him. No hysterics, no whimpering, just darkly plotted revenge. He recognized the look of a person who didn’t obsess on the past, but plotted for the future. He was rather excited to imagine what she could do to hurt him. But mostly he was aroused just smelling her scent in the air and seeing her glorious breasts once again revealed to his gaze.
“Not flat, then,” said the physician as she made notes on her paper. “Good breadth of lungs and a fine skin color, if somewhat flushed.” She flashed Bo Tao a harsh look. He smiled in response. Women’s physician Xie Yan had been his mother’s doctor and had known him since birth. She would tolerate his excesses so long as no lasting harm was done. And besides, as Master of the Festival, he had the right to supervise any examination, even one this intimate.
“Very well,” Physician Xie Yan snapped, her glare still trained on him though she spoke to Ji Yue. “Remove the rest.”
Bo Tao’s mouth was dry. Finally, he would see what he had touched. In the heat of a Peking summer, no woman wore underthings below her hips, and certainly not a virgin intent on seducing an Emperor. And so he watched, his cock painfully hard, as button by button her sweet bottom was revealed.
“Excellent shape,” Xie Yan said.
He couldn’t agree more. Her bottom was rounded and lifted. Perfect. Ji Yue stepped out of the skirt to stand naked, her back to him. He admired the sensuous sweep of her spine, the rounded curve of her bottom, and the long, firm shape of her legs.
“Mole on upper left thigh.”
Ji Yue twisted toward the doctor. “Is that bad?”
“No, no. Simply a mark. It might denote something significant to the fortune tellers, but I don’t know what. I must record it.”
He wanted to kiss that mole. He wanted to roll his tongue over it and feel the shift in texture. And he wanted to let his lips travel across her thigh and up to taste her sweet cream.
“Now stand still. I just need to take some measurements.”
Physician Xie Yan brought out her tape and began to measure, beginning with Ji Yue’s head. Nothing was neglected from the length of her nose, the width of each breath, and thesize of her bottom. Ji Yue endured it all, her anger a palpable force in the room. Her only hesitation came as her feet were measured. She flushed a dark red as the size of her feet were announced.
Interesting, Bo Tao thought. He could see nothing but natural, beautiful feet with well-shaped toes and a high arch.
“On the table, if you please,” instructed the Physician.
Ji Yue shifted to climb, and he knew he’d soon see all. What he focused on instead was the way her hands shook. She was not as sanguine as she appeared, and who could blame her? In a small deference to her feelings, he did not move to a better viewing position. He doubted he could walk smoothly anyway. Instead, he remained at the top of the table, just past her left shoulder. As she lay down, he saw the slow reveal of her body before him. The length of her legs, and the round of her hips. He gloried in the lift and lower of her breasts, the sensuous indent at her belly, and the broad width of her womb. She would be able to carry babies well with those hips.
The doctor placed herself at Ji Yue’s feet. “You must understand that I have to measure everything, do you not?”
Ji Yue nodded. Were there tears in her eyes? Bo Tao frowned. Certainly most of the girls sobbed at this point, but Ji Yue had been stone-like throughout the examination. It startled him that she showed feeling now. But of course, she would. No virgin suffered this examination calmly. Still, the sight of her moist lashes unsettled him.
“You must bend your knees and slide down the table.” Physician Xie Yan said.
Ji Yue took a stuttering breath. Her gaze was fixed firmly on the ceiling as she used her hands to scoot herself lower on the table. Bo Tao watched in growing confusing as her knees lifted but remained pressed tightly together. He did not understand his reaction. He was waiting for just this moment; for the sightof her spread thighs, her woman’s hair open and glistening in the light. But this did not feel like a glorious moment. What was wrong with him? He had seen scores of sobbing virgins–on this day alone. And yet this woman’s tears disturbed him.
The doctor put her hands on Ji Yue’s knees. “You must open for the measurements,” she said. “It is a requirement for every Empress.” Then she pressed firmly down and gradually opened Ji Yue’s legs. The movement was stuttering, the resistance obvious, and a single tear slipped down the side of her face.
Something broke inside Bo Tao.
“Enough!” he bellowed, stepping forward. He grabbed Ji Yue’s clothing as he moved and quickly pushed it at her. “No more examination today.”
The doctor looked up, her eyes hard. “You know this must be done. Are you afraid to see the consequences of your own debauchery?”
“I have done nothing!” he snapped. “You can see that she is moist and supple. There is good color and size.” He did not know that for sure, but it didn’t matter. If he said it, it would be so recorded.
“And her virginity?”
He swallowed. Even he could not forge that. If a false woman passed through to meet the Emperor, it would be his head.
“Very well. Check it quickly,” he snapped, his anger not at the doctor, but at himself. Why didthisvirgin’s tears upset him so? He glanced down at Ji Yue, emotion churning in his gut. “Be gentle!” he ordered.
