On the day of the draft, he saw her alone among the thousands of people.
My heartbeat skipped a beat, and my eyebrows that had been frozen for many years suddenly melted away——
"It's her."
That night, Feng Luan Chun'en's car arrived at Xin Xiu's residence. He gritted his teeth and sighed softly under the warmth of the red candle tent:
"My dear, I can't wait for tomorrow."
The harem was in an uproar. The queen tore up the scriptures, and the imperial concubine smashed the porcelain in the palace.
But he held her in his lap every day to review memorials, and even went to court to hide in his dragon robe and secretly rub her fingertips.
Until she held her belly and burst into tears: "Your Majesty... I seem to have made your country fat."
The tyrant lowered his head and kissed the gentle whimper in her throat:
"Be good, this is truly a disaster for the country and the people."
