Li Xin's hand rested naturally on her slender, easily grasped waist.
His fingertips occasionally brushed against the warm, delicate skin beneath her imperial robe.
Not only did Wu Zetian show no resistance, she even subtly adjusted her posture so the man beside her could lean more comfortably.
Those long jade legs, enough to make even Titled Douluo tremble in the outside world, were now crossed and extended through the high slit of her imperial robe.
Her calves, like White Jade, gleamed softly beneath the lamplight. She wore no shoes, her toes stretched taut, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful curve.
"Your Majesty, these grapes were just presented as tribute from the Western Regions. They're very sweet."
Wu Zetian pinched a crystal-clear purple grape between her pale fingers, peeled away its skin, and brought it to Li Xin's lips.
Her tone was so gentle that it seemed like she had become a different person.
Li Xin opened his mouth and swallowed it, then took the opportunity to lightly bite her fingertip.
Wu Zetian shot him a coquettish glare. Two crimson clouds rose on her cheeks, yet her body had softened like a pool of water.
And at Li Xin's left side—
Was Haiyue, who had just arrived from the Far North Land.
Unlike Wu Zetian's fiery dignity, Haiyue was like a block of ancient ice that would never melt, yet before this man, she had become tender and pliant.
She did not sit properly, instead half-kneeling at the edge of the broad Dragon Throne.
Her Flowing Light Mica Long Skirt spread across the ground like spilled mercury.
She gently rested her head in the hollow of Li Xin's shoulder, her silver-white hair intertwined with his black hair.
Her bare feet hung in midair, her ankles slender and her arches curving into an enticing