Zhang Yuanqing walked over to the woman in the red dress, grabbed her slender arm, and pulled her aside. "Look at you—such fine coffee beans, washed Geisha too. What a wasteful woman!"
The Stop-Killing Palace Lord gripped his arm in return, her eyes beneath the mask shimmering like waves as she stared at him. Her tone was urgent. "What information did you uncover? Tell me, quickly!"
Zhang Yuanqing calmly shook free. "I'm a little thirsty. Make me a cup of coffee first. Oh, right."
He pinched the Palace Lord's smooth, delicately shaped chin. "I hate black coffee. Vanilla latte, seventy percent sugar."
Now it was his turn to take the initiative.
The Stop-Killing Palace Lord stared at him for a moment, took a deep breath, and calmed herself. "Mm."
"You should say: Yes, Lord Concubine!" Zhang Yuanqing corrected her.
"Have I been giving you too much face?"
"Then I'll leave?"
"Please take a seat, Lord Concubine."
"Good girl!"
The vanilla latte was ready quickly. Carrying the coffee, the Stop-Killing Palace Lord swayed her slim waist, her wide sleeves fluttering, then lowered her full, rounded buttocks onto Zhang Yuanqing's thigh.
Having already adjusted her mindset, she smiled sweetly. "Lord Concubine, would you like me to feed you?"
Zhang Yuanqing sensed wriggling threads emerging from beneath her red dress and binding his calves. His expression stiffened slightly.
This woman was seriously vindictive. She couldn't take a joke at all.
"Palace Lord, I was just joking. Let's talk business."
He pointed to the seat across from them.
The Stop-Killing Palace Lord's red lips curled into a bewitching, seductive smile. Her voice was soft enough to melt bone, like Daji tempting a king. "A powerful man must learn how to hold women while seated on the throne of power. He must also learn how