"Your Majesty, please come back to the palace with me."
"Huh?" Qian Jingling, who had spent the night drinking wine and admiring the moon with the beauty, was utterly bewildered. "Your Majesty, please come to the palace with your humble minister."
"What for?"
"To become queen."
The beauty's face was flushed like a peach blossom, and she smiled with utmost sincerity. Become queen? Was her title as Queen Qian finally about to be made official in this godforsaken place?
"Sure, sure, beautiful. I'll go wherever you say."
Queen Qian, who had dropped out of the sky, wiped her face, planted her hands on her hips, and laughed, imagining a blissful life with a beauty and a pile of cash.
"Beautiful, hurry up and massage my feet!"
"Beautiful, hurry up and make me a thousand-year ginseng and black-bone chicken soup. Add goji berries!"
"Beautiful, hurry up and carry me down the cliff..."
