Zhao Douan didn't want to die.
People say, "once bitten, twice shy," but having once experienced death, he treasured the hard-won life even more.
So, even though he knew that the extraordinarily beautiful woman before him, who possessed both the attributes of a fairy and an emperor, wouldn't really do anything, he still put on a frightened expression,
"Your servant has been presumptuous, please punish me, Your Majesty."
Xu Zhenguan's lacquer-like bright eyes stared at him; she remained silent.
Just staring.
No way... It's not going to go too far, right? Strangely enough, why was he so bold tonight?
Thinking it over, was it perhaps the tenderness when the Empress was listening to him attentively earlier?
Or was it because she shed her dragon robe and normal attire today, like an ordinary woman beside him under the riverside in this night...?
The atmosphere was set.
"Your Majesty..." Just when Zhao Douan felt a bit nervous in his heart.
