"Xiao Si, what's going on?"
It wasn't that Su Qiao wanted to ask.
She didn't want to open her eyes and immediately ask such a pointless question like an idiot, either. It was just that the situation before her...
Wouldn't let her not ask!
Anyone who opened their eyes to find a man with flushed cheeks but an icy expression holding her and placing her onto a canopy bed would be dumbfounded.
She blankly lowered her head and glanced at herself. She was wearing a dark blue court robe embroidered with golden patterns.
Then she mechanically looked at the man. He was wearing a black Dragon Robe embroidered with a coiling golden dragon.
Where had she ended up?
There was actually a black Dragon Robe!
She remembered that the Qin Dynasty had revered the color black?
This was a fictional nation called the Black Obsidian Nation. The man in front of you was the emperor, as well as your man. Today was your wedding day, the day you entered the palace and were made Imperial Consort. The two of you were about to consummate your marriage.
444 sounded rather lecherous when it said the last sentence.
"..." Su Qiao had quite a few of the most popular modern "two-word truths" she wanted to say.
Damn this Imperial Consort nonsense, damn this emperor nonsense. Didn't that mean...
Fuck! After enjoying herself for over twenty years, she still couldn't escape entering the palace?
Was this man sick?
Why did it always choose an emperor whenever it picked her an identity?
Couldn't it choose a mountain hunter?
Couldn't it choose a small peddler, let her set up a stall and live a quiet little life? Would she die?
Host, don't think about this so much yet. He probably drank too much, or perhaps