A Headache-Inducing Problem

Prince Wei was not worried that anything would go wrong. Using the assassin incident last time, he had taken the opportunity to replace all the guards of Taihe Hall with his own men. There were also hidden guards protecting him in the room. It could be said that the entire Taihe Hall was under his control.

He was even confident that if he forced Empress Peiman down and violated her right now, no one else in the palace would know what had happened. Though lustful, he had not yet been so consumed by desire that he lost his senses. He knew Peiman's status made her untouchable for the time being, but as for the little palace maids at her side, what did he have to fear?

"If Your Highness does not mind, you may let them serve you here." Empress Peiman stood meekly to one side, secretly sneering to herself.

Prince Wei hesitated. Though reason told him it would be wiser to take the two little palace maids back to his residence, the sight of the phoenix couch in the distance stirred a raging fire within him—the bed was simply too special. From top to bottom in the Jin Dynasty, only one man could climb onto it: the emperor! Now that he had the chance to enjoy it in advance, the temptation was simply too great.

"How could I possibly accept that..." Prince Wei said, though his feet carried him toward the phoenix couch without the slightest hesitation.

Pulling aside the curtains around the phoenix couch, Prince Wei saw Zhao Yuanyuan and Zhao Hu'er huddled beneath the covers, their fragrant shoulders half-bared as they looked at him timidly. He could not help swallowing, then turned back with a half-smile. "Imperial Consort, you are not planning to watch from the side,