In the room, the two sat opposite each other separated by an incense table.
Luo Wanqing lit some high-quality sandalwood to suppress the scent on her.
Although she could use magic to eliminate the odor left after lovemaking, she still harbored a child within her, risked letting some escape, and those with keen noses could still detect it.
"Seeking an audience with me to talk about your feelings, I suspect your head was caught in a door."
Luo Wanqing was still her venomous-tongued self.
She slightly lowered her body to cover her slightly protruding belly.
Given her personality, she really didn't care about the Emperor knowing that she was fooling around outside since they were only husband and wife in name, with not a shred of real emotion.
But after all, she was the Empress of a nation, and there was some face to be maintained.
