She took a deep breath, and the originally bright golden color of her eyes gradually faded, no longer as domineering and fierce as before. Instead, they carried a touch of gentleness as she looked deeply toward Guan Qinghan's abdomen.
For some reason, a sense of sourness and jealousy arose within her, as if she was envious of the other woman carrying the child of the Demon Lord.
If she herself were to be pregnant, and moreover to give birth to a dragon son, wouldn't her own son be able to take over the entire Tang Country?
Not only would the previous worry of having no successor disappear without a trace, maybe she could even ease relations with the Demon Lord and lift the Lust Slave Seal.
This thought was only fleeting before the Empress shook her head instantly, banishing it from her mind.
Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous, and shamelessly lascivious.
