Before they knew it, it was Zi Hour.
The sound of splashing deep within the Bedchamber gradually subsided, leaving only two sets of breaths that seemed to carry a newfound understanding.
Ye Jingtang leaned against the headboard of the Dragon Bed. Compared with his dragon-and-tiger vigor after his meal, he looked a little depleted, but his eyes remained clear. Holding her slender waist in both hands, he kissed her neck:
"Tired?"
The Empress lay facing Ye Jingtang atop him. In the dim candlelight, her thoroughly ravaged, jade-like body was visible.
With six Dragon-Mingling Diagrams and ten years of practice behind her, a powerful physique without and abundant energy within, the Empress naturally wasn't tired. But after such exertions for the first time in her life, she still felt a lingering dizziness. Resting her chin on Ye Jingtang's broad shoulder, she breathed, fragrant as orchids:
"How insolent~ You should address me as Your Majesty..."
Ye Jingtang had previously felt that addressing each other as "Your Majesty" and "your humble subject" created a sense of distance, but now he found it rather amusing. He assumed a humble, respectful expression:
"Is Your Majesty tired?"
"A little..."
The Empress was, after all, the ruler of a nation. Though she still felt a little shy inside, she soon regained her lofty air, propping herself up slightly to look Ye Jingtang in the eye:
"Satisfied?"
"Yes."
Ye Jingtang nodded, his eyes full of smiles. Looking down and finding that he had made her messy, he tried to stand with her in his arms:
"I'll help Your Majesty wash..."
The Empress didn't even feel like moving a finger, so naturally she didn't refuse. What she hadn't expected was that Noble Consort Ye, whose spear technique had just reached divine heights, would sit straight back down the moment