As Wanyan Liang stripped off his clothes, he walked toward the dragon bed. "You two beauties, whichever of you serves me better later, I... no, I shall make her Empress."
Peiman gave a cold laugh. "I am already the Empress. Do I need you to confer the title on me?"
A chill entered Wanyan Liang's eyes. "Since ancient times, whenever an emperor dies, there are always women from the harem buried with him. Would you like to try it?"
Empress Peiman's expression changed several times, but in the end, she did not retort.
As Daiqisi watched him draw closer and closer, she tried to stall for time with words. "Why does Your Highness deceive us? You have a legitimate Princess Consort in your residence. If you ascend the throne, she will naturally become Empress. How could it possibly be our turn?"
Wanyan Liang's expression immediately turned ugly. "Not necessarily. Tudan Jing may be the Princess Consort, but she may not necessarily become Empress." In truth, he had been regretting what happened that night for some time. Though he had finally gotten his wish and tasted Ge Bi's body, his own wife had also been pleasured beneath another man that night. Whenever he thought of that scene, it felt like a thorn lodged in his heart.
Now that today's coup had succeeded, he regretted it even more. Had he known this would happen, he might as well have endured for a while longer. Once he became emperor, getting Ge Bi would have been effortless. Why had he needed to sacrifice his wife?
Whenever Wanyan Liang saw his wife now, he could not help thinking of unpleasant scenes. Thus, when he said the Empress might not be Tudan Jing, he was not entirely deceiving the two women.
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