But Empress Zhao only felt her scalp tingling: "Your Majesty, please stop talking, you are truly drunk."
Empress Zhao assisted Emperor Yong'an to lie down on the dragon bed.
Emperor Yong'an looked at Empress Zhao's bending figure, which highlighted her graceful form, then glanced at her dignified and beautiful face, as striking as peach and plum, and felt a flame in his heart.
This is my woman, even if King Wei has touched her, she is still my woman.
"Your Majesty, allow me to have someone prepare a bowl of ginseng soup to sober you up."
As Empress Zhao spoke, she was about to get up to give the command, but Emperor Yong'an suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed. Emperor Yong'an flipped over, pressing Empress Zhao beneath him, while tearing at her clothes.
