Jian Zhang was there that day too, and the fright nearly made his legs give out.
My darling daughter, have you come to claim your old father's life?!
Could you make your thoughts a little more tactful?!
Four or five coughs rang out in the Imperial Study, but they failed to interrupt Jian Ruonan's thoughts.
Ah, let's dig into some juicy gossip to wake myself up. I daren't sleep sitting here. I'm bored to death.
Emperor Deyuan's face darkened. He drew a deep breath and prepared to feast on the gossip.
Ooh, not bad, you old emperor! You battled Consort Yi all night, and you're still so energetic first thing in the morning.
The old emperor might look old, but his prowess hasn't faded!
Emperor Deyuan: "..."
He hadn't expected the first juicy tidbit of autumn to be about himself.
Since the little darling praised my prowess, I shall let this slide.
But Consort Yi is pregnant. Is it really okay to go at it that hard?!
Oh, the emperor is a careful man. He specifically asked an imperial physician, who said it was fine as long as he controlled the frequency and force. The physician even gave him a little booklet explaining in detail which positions were safest...
The ministers present watched with burning eyes, as though antennas had sprouted from their heads.
Emperor Deyuan: "..."
"Ahem, ahem."
Oh dear, he's coughing. Looks like he's still a little depleted.
Emperor Deyuan: "..."
Depleted? Me? I'm as mighty as ever!
Let me see just how many women there are in the harem. If the old emperor visits one a day, how long does a full round take?
*Holy shit-not looking, I'd never have known; one look, and I'm scared out of my wits. This old emperor is wearing several cuckold's