Concubine Hui's red lips curved into a beautiful smile. "Welcome back your majesty. I have especially prepared a song and dance for you. I wonder if I may perform it once for you now," she said affectionately.
Han Moze's thin lips didn't hesitate in the slightest to reject her. "I am no mood today. Perhaps another day."
There was a hint of disappointment in Concubine Hui's fox-like eyes. This was the eighth time he rejected her, but she wasn't going to give up! Who told her to fall for the Emperor? And so, she elegantly and politely said, "Oh I see, then I shall take my leave. I hope your majesty will come visit my chambers one day."
Having received no response from Han Moze, Concubine Hui clenched her fists and left.
