The warm fragrance of Zichen Palace is so sweet that it is like poison wrapped in honey.
Chen Zi was leaning on the soft couch on the dragon bed, half-squinting his eyes. In the glass cup at his fingertips, the amber liquid rippled as he swayed.
In the center of the hall, dozens of dancing girls fluttered their sleeves and made lotus flowers step by step. The majestic music played by the musicians could almost make people's bones fall apart.
"Your Majesty, is tonight's dancer to your liking?"
Wang Fu, the eunuch in charge of personal affairs, came over quietly like a boneless shadow, with a flattering smile on his face.
His voice was high-pitched, with a hint of the slickness that comes from serving people all year round.
Chen Zi seemed to be in a drunken state, his distracted eyes wandered around the leading dancer, and he gave a vague "hmm".
"Reward... All rewarded..." He said inarticulately, like a waste that had been drained by wine and sex.
Everyone in the civil and military circles of the dynasty knows that the current emperor Chen Zushi is a complete and utter fool.
Since he ascended the throne three years ago, he has done nothing except feasting and having fun.
The power of the regent was in the hands of both the government and the public, and he was happy and free, as if the country and the country had nothing to do with him.
No one knows that beneath this dull skin is a pair of eyes sharper than a falcon.
