Within the bed curtains, on the bed.
Aloof by nature, Xu Qingzhao had no desire to say much in response to Ren Ye's questions. "Let's begin."
"All right." Ren Ye hesitated a moment, then slowly nodded.
He had wanted to use this opportunity to win the Princess Consort over to his faction, but after thinking it through, he felt he could not push too hard, or it might backfire.
Better to get his head down and get to work first, and try to beat her with his cock... and impeccable service.
The two sat facing each other, each steadying their breathing.
The Princess Consort's breath was sweet as orchids. As she gently raised her arms, Array Patterns where yin and yang converged appeared beneath them.
Knock, knock, knock...!
At this crucial moment, urgent knocking rang out.
Xu Qingzhao's eyes flew open, her pretty face frosty and her voice icy. "What is it?!"
"Y-Your Highness, a musician named Qinghe claims she has something of tremendous importance to report to His Highness in person." Xue'er's urgent voice came from outside the hall. "I already stopped her twice... who would have thought that madwoman would threaten to burn down the hall?"
Although Xu Qingzhao was desperate to absorb heavenly pardon qi, she still said of her own accord, "Go and come back quickly."
"...Warm up first, my consort. I'll be right back." Ren Ye had no idea what Tang Feng was up to now. Grinding his teeth in anger, he hopped barefoot onto the floor and rushed out with his hair hanging loose.
A short while later, Ren Ye sent Er Leng and Lian'er away from the side hall and looked at Tang Feng with a sour expression. "What is it?"
Seeing Ren Ye bare-chested, wearing only his underpants with his hair disheveled,