Luo Qian covered his ears and closed his eyes, turning his back on the Dragon Bed Disc. He had no idea how long had passed when someone sat down beside him, wearing only a loose robe that revealed a set of firm abs Luo Qian rather envied. His Majesty the Dragon Emperor looked impressive even in human form: a perfectly proportioned body, a broad forehead, and eyes that radiated the bearing of a born leader...
Humans were born of human mothers, and dragons of dragon mothers—the difference was bound to be enormous.
In Luo Qian's experience, figures of this stature were always lonely at heart. After every release of desire, a man would light a cigarette and hold it between dry lips, giving off an indescribable air of world-weariness. But this was the Heavenly River, and there was no tobacco even in the Immortal Realm. The mood was nothing like he had imagined. The Dragon Emperor pulled Luo Qian's hands away from his ears. "Did Strathas send you?" Luo Qian nodded honestly. His Majesty glanced toward the palace doors, then suddenly asked, "You know I'm holding a beauty contest?"
Luo Qian nodded again. "Do you know why I'm doing it?" Luo Qian looked at him, knowing he would supply the answer himself.
"Because I can't accept it!" the Dragon Emperor burst out. "Ever since I was little, I dreamed that my future empress would be a very pure, very gentle, very lovely girl—one who would make all my subjects envy me!" Luo Qian began to understand. Dreams and reality were often worlds apart. When Luo Qian was young, he had a neighbor who was an extreme male chauvinist. Who would have thought that, once grown, the man would end up completely henpecked? Luo Qian had seen plenty of cases like