A faint voice, yet it exploded in the hearts of the audience like a clap of thunder.
Before the courtiers could even suppress their stifled grief and indignation, Fang Yang suddenly stretched out his palm and gently circled the Empress's waist.
With a tender pull,
the unsuspecting Empress was pressed directly against him.
Their bodies tightly adhered to each other, Fang Yang could almost feel the Empress's scorching hot skin and alluring curves.
"Empress, your subject said you were about to wed me soon. Could it be that you have changed your mind and decided to completely submit to me?"
It was only then that the Empress finally came to her senses, overwhelmed by the masculine aura emanating from Fang Yang, she was dazed and panic-stricken. Even in the bleak autumn rain, her earlobes turned red, and her face was layered with flushes of crimson.
