Su Qiao sat up with a dark expression, clutching the bright-red bedding as she stared at the red wedding candle by the window, which had nearly burned out.
"Heh heh, Little Four, do I look that scary?"
That fellow had actually run away from her in the middle of the night after they finished.
He acted as if she were some poisonous scorpion.
Ahem, stop joking around.
Its host's looks were absolutely beyond reproach.
Although the incarnations in each plane only resembled her by five or six points, or seven or eight at most.
Just as that fellow had said, she was incredibly beautiful. There was no one in the entire Imperial Palace—no, in the entire Black Obsidian Nation—more beautiful than her.
The original host had loved dancing since childhood, and her figure was likewise beyond reproach, so what had just happened definitely couldn't be explained by that.
There was only one issue: Host, you had been too forceful and too passionate just now.
When had an ancient woman ever been such an assertive and proactive bride on her wedding night?
It was only normal that you had scared the groom away.
Naturally, 444 was sensible enough not to say any of that aloud.
Su Qiao stared at the cold, empty room for a while. Feeling somewhat chilly, she lay back down on the bed and wrapped herself in the bedding.
The air carried a faint, chilly dampness.
The weather was either early spring or late autumn.
"Keep an eye on things outside for me. I'll sort through the memories first."
All right. Leave those little eunuchs and the palace maids and nannies on night watch outside to me.
With a single scan, 444 gained a clear understanding of every corner of the entire palace.
Heh heh, my surveillance function