Yellow-robed Woman's Questioning

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment~" Empress Peiman smiled seductively. Without getting up, she shifted to the bedside, reached over to open a cabinet beside her, and took out an exquisite porcelain bottle.

"Please enjoy this first, Your Majesty." Holding the porcelain bottle, Empress Peiman knelt before Song Qingshu.

Yet that was already tempting enough. Revealing too much did not necessarily make it more beautiful; this state of half-undone clothing, on the verge of being revealed yet not quite, was the most alluring.

Song Qingshu's mouth went dry, but fortunately, he still remembered the matter at hand. He took the porcelain bottle from her and weighed it roughly. There was about half a bottle left inside. Though it was more than enough for one person, it was still far from sufficient to save the dozens of women in Huan Yi Yuan.

Song Qingshu had no intention of taking the stuff himself. Perhaps because of what he had seen in his previous life, he was extremely repulsed by such drugs. But when he saw Empress Peiman gazing up at him with seductive eyes, an idea struck him. Pinching her smooth chin, he poured the medicine down her throat.

"Cough, cough... That's too much... cough, cough."

Empress Peiman tried to evade him in panic, but Song Qingshu's hand was like an iron clamp. She could not move an inch.

Naturally, Song Qingshu did not want her to die from an overdose. Once he judged it was about enough, he released her. The amount he had fed her was more than her usual dose, but not absurdly so. At most, it would muddle her mind and make her experience countless hallucinations—and that was precisely what Song Qingshu wanted.

Having been successively teased by Yellow-robed Woman's sister and Empress Peiman, two peerless beauties, Song