Your Majesty, That Little Rascal Has Climbed the Wall Again

I snapped the white silk sash the emperor had given me to hang myself with. The dog emperor and I stared at each other, while the palace maids and eunuchs gaped in terror, not daring to breathe. Consort Xue, who had pleaded for me, was so shocked she hiccupped, staring at me in horror. The scene was horribly awkward, so I could only manage a couple of stiff laughs. “Heh heh, how about we try a chain instead?” The emperor’s handsome face darkened with rage. He waved his hand. “I’d like to see how many tricks you have left! Guards, take her to the Cold Palace!” After that, the Cold Palace was anything but peaceful. I clung to the emperor’s trouser leg for dear life, but I pulled too hard, and even his belt couldn’t keep his pants from falling down... The imperial consorts brawled in the pleasure quarters, and casino fights never let up. The emperor even had to hand them knives.