Shen Qi took a deep breath and then exhaled heavily.
The Noble Consort had actually used a drug!
The changes in his body were swift; he could feel his blood rushing faster, heating up his entire body, and soon the heat concentrated intensely in his lower abdomen.
Little Fuzi was waiting outside the door. At first, he thought perhaps the Noble Consort had succeeded in her seduction, hence the sounds, but soon after, he heard Shen Qi's low growl.
"Someone—"
Little Fuzi immediately pushed the door open, and what he saw almost made him faint on the spot.
The square table that was placed next to the Imperial Study Room, he remembered it was designated by the Emperor for the Noble Consort to place her refreshments, now lay crushing the disheveled Noble Consort beneath it.
And the Noble Consort looked as if she had been knocked unconscious by the table.
Little Fuzi pinched himself hard in cold sweat.
