Wei Liao feels like she has been acting a little strange lately.
No... more like her head is a little muddled.
She transmigrated to 221 BCE, which would be one thing, but the problem is...
Why the Qin Dynasty?!
"My dear Wei, come over and massage my legs."
Wei Liao looked at the broad-shouldered man with long legs sitting on the dragon throne before her, feeling close to tears.
"Hmm? My dear Wei, hurry up." The man moved aside the bamboo slips covering half his face, revealing narrow, seductive black eyes that fixed on her without blinking.
"...This subject is coming, Your Majesty."
And she was supposed to be a Commandant, too... plus everything else. She was basically his maid!
"Mmm~ My dear Wei, I'm sleepy."
"...If Your Majesty is tired, go to sleep." Hurry up and get lost, you bastard. My hands are getting sore!
"Then what about the official business?" came his seductive yet deliberately innocent voice.
"...This subject can take care of some of it for Your Majesty."... She had nothing left to say.
"How could I let you do that? You are my beloved Wei, the apple of my eye." The man curled his lips seductively and swept Wei Liao into his arms.
Wei Liao stared up at the ceiling of the hall...
In short, she was also expected to sleep with him!
This is a story born of pure imagination. Please don't mind if it doesn't quite match up with history~
