Your Majesty, Is That Okay?

Once he traveled through time, he became the emperor of the female queen era. A bunch of ministers have nothing to do all day long except shouting, "Your Majesty, the harem is empty. The old minister suggests holding a draft!" Draft? What a joke! I am still a young girl, okay? "Your Majesty, you... Do you want to be drafted?" A certain little one asked pitifully. The delicate and lovely girl had an aggrieved look on her face, her red and thin lips pursed slightly, and her slender white hands carefully grasped the emperor's sleeves. The emperor twitched the corner of his mouth, you dramatist, act, keep acting! If I hadn't seen you kill people without blinking an eye, I would really believe it! Hetui!