Liang Wan took a few steps back from his embrace and bowed respectfully.
"Rest assured, Your Majesty. I will teach them."
Gao Qian nodded in satisfaction, then smilingly pulled her along inside. Before they even reached the inner hall, his brow furrowed tightly, and his tone became unbearably agitated.
"You may not know this, Consort, but I've been suffering from terrible headaches lately. My heart is always agitated, and not even killing someone can calm me down."
Liang Wan softened her voice. "It must be because Your Majesty has too many worries lately. Tomorrow, I will help Your Majesty relax with some incense and acupuncture."
Gao Qian pulled her close by the waist, his thin lips brushing against her ear. "I want it now."
'Instinctive, psychological revulsion; physical rejection.'
Liang Wan stood ramrod straight, struggling to maintain a calm expression.
"Your Majesty must allow me to make some preparations."
