After Rong Baoxing left, Hu Xiaotian returned to Wen Ya's side. Wen Ya sent Wang Ren and Ma Liangpeng to prepare hot water for her bath, then told Qiuyan and Wutong to take the dress out of her first trunk, while Baobao went to fetch her jewelry.
Hu Xiaotian approached Wen Ya listlessly. She glanced at him and said, "Tonight, you'll accompany me."
Hu Xiaotian sighed inwardly. Heaven above, earth below, was there anyone in this world more miserable than me? I have to deliver my own woman to the emperor's bed. Even the hairs on my body have turned cuckold green. Aloud, however, he answered, "Yes!"
Wen Ya said, "Little Hu, you don't seem very enthusiastic."
Hu Xiaotian forced a smile. "Lady Wen, I was just wondering what you should wear to meet His Majesty."
"You certainly have plenty to worry about," Wen Ya said.
"I hear His Majesty likes red best," Hu Xiaotian said. The moment the words left his mouth, he wished he could slap himself across the face. What a groveling bastard. Aren't I just asking for it?
"Speaking of that, I really do feel rather conflicted," Wen Ya said.
Conflicted, my ass, Hu Xiaotian thought. Why did your adoptive father send you into the palace? To get you into the emperor's bed as soon as possible, of course. Bewitch him, consummate things early, and preferably drive that perverted emperor out of his mind with desire. Give him a little prince with a pecker, and all the better. Now you're putting on an act in front of me? Hu Xiaotian said, "What troubles you, Lady Wen?"
Wen Ya sighed. "Before entering the palace, I did hope to see His Majesty as soon as possible. But now that I'm actually here, I feel conflicted. I find myself