Has this woman gone mad?
The thought flashed through Song Wen's mind as he stared at the woman on the dragon throne, her arrogance knowing no bounds.
He had only meant to get close to Zhu Mei so he could probe her for Huang Yangshu's whereabouts. He had never imagined anything like the scene before him.
"Little bastard, what are you standing there for? Hurry over and attend to your immortal sovereign!" Zhu Mei's icy voice rang out again.
Attend to her?
How?
Song Wen frowned slightly.
Could it be...
This was how she usually attended to Huang Yangshu?
Just then, Zhu Mei's imposing aura abruptly dissipated. Her whole body relaxed, and she reclined on the broad dragon throne as though she had no bones.
Her expression softened into delicate allure.
"My young darling, haven't you been craving my body? Come here."
"Miss, we..."
Song Wen looked somewhat timid, but he did not forget to maintain his earlier guise of a young man experiencing his first stirrings of love. Yet he also seemed unable to resist the temptation before him, his burning gaze fixed on the figure on the dragon throne.
"Come here." Zhu Mei parted her red lips and beckoned with a finger.
As though he could no longer suppress the impulse in his heart, Song Wen walked toward the white jade dais.
But the moment he stepped onto the first stair, Zhu Mei abruptly sat upright. Her aura changed once more, and she again became an emperor towering above all.
Smack!
Zhu Mei waved her hand, sending an illusory palm print through the air to strike Song Wen's right cheek.
The slap sent Song Wen stumbling, nearly knocking him down. His cheek instantly reddened and swelled, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.