Fake Emperor

"Since she was a masochist, how could I not have some fun with her and make up for all the frustration of having to bow and scrape before her before?" Song Qingshu quickly came up with a plan.

"Your Majesty, are you satisfied now?" Empress Peiman gazed up at the man seated before her with watery eyes.

"Mm." Song Qingshu answered noncommittally. "I stood all day today, and my legs are sore. Empress, massage them for me."

Has this damned eunuch really started thinking of himself as the Emperor? Empress Peiman did not know whether to laugh or cry. Still, since she was in the mood today, she decided to play along and see what tricks this damned eunuch could come up with.

"Yes~" Empress Peiman replied in a sweet voice. Perhaps having learned from before, she did not get to her feet this time. Instead, she moved on her knees directly to Song Qingshu's side. Though the distance was not far, her pampered knees soon felt a burning scrape. Yet rather than making her uncomfortable, the faint pain nearly made her cry out.

Fortunately, her fine upbringing since childhood allowed her to suppress the impulse quickly, though her pretty face had flushed red from holding it back.

Looking down from above, Song Qingshu could see through her collar that a delicate blush was gradually spreading over the large expanse of smooth, fair skin exposed there. He clicked his tongue inwardly. She's already aroused by this?

"Your Majesty, does that feel good?" Kneeling at Song Qingshu's feet, Empress Peiman began kneading and massaging his legs. Her wide robe was in the way, so she rolled up her sleeves, revealing a small section of snow-white arm.

"Not bad." Song Qingshu glanced at her and could not help sighing inwardly. This woman