The Little Empress Is Such a Tease

Deng Jiao transmigrated into the body of a ruinous empress. The moment she opened her eyes, the emperor had been assassinated and died. She was about to be sent to the grave to accompany him in death. The person in power in Great Qi was the Prince of Yan, a god of war who had driven back the Xiongnu and subdued Baiyue. In unofficial histories, he was also the young imperial uncle who had spent night and day getting intimate with Deng Jiao. She needed to grab hold of this powerful ally immediately. At the banquet, she went to offer the Prince of Yan a drink. The consorts' gazes pierced her as they whispered among themselves. That little vixen of an empress was really desperate. How dare she set her sights on the Prince of Yan? She'd probably be sent to the imperial tomb ahead of schedule. Deng Jiao "accidentally" spilled her wine onto the Prince of Yan's lap. Through a handkerchief, she wiped his chest, her gaze settling on his Adam's apple. Pretending to be curious, she asked, "It's rare for a prince to remain unmarried at twenty, with no one to keep him company. Your Highness, aren't you lonely at night?" The Prince of Yan studied her for a moment, then leaned down close to her face. "And how do princes who do have company spend their nights?" He stretched out his long legs and turned toward her. "Imperial Sister-in-law, teach me." Theme: Sincerity is the foundation of life.