The moment the quilt was opened and the woman's charming figure came into view.
"Pfft!" Su Qingwen, who was sipping tea, spurted out the tea in her mouth all of a sudden, and her expression became rather awkward.
Seeing this, the little eunuch was at a loss: "Your Majesty..."
"Give me a reasonable explanation."
"Didn't you ask me to find a songstress?"
"I meant a hen, not a songstress..." Su Qingwen couldn't help covering her face, with a splitting headache. However, in order not to delay things, she had to patiently explain, "The kind that goes 'cluck cluck'!"
So the little eunuch hurriedly ordered someone to take the buxom beauty away.
However, the 'hen' brought next almost made Su Qingwen so angry that she bled from all seven orifices.
It was... cooked!
Su Qingwen stared at the fragrant roasted chicken, her expression freezing. But in just a split - second, succumbing to the law of hunger, she kindly welcomed the roasted chicken into her stomach.
After a sumptuous meal, while scolding the little eunuch for not understanding she wanted a 'live hen', Su Qingwen tirelessly raised her wine cup to the moon.
True to form, the little eunuch gave her another big surprise. Somehow, at an astonishing speed, he got her a 'turkey'.
Su Qingwen was completely devastated.
Thankfully, as a well - educated and kind person, she didn't make things difficult for the little eunuch. She just scolded him a few times and didn't really take his life.
Since becoming the emperor had brought her some pleasures, from then on, whenever Su Qingwen wanted to eat something, relieve stress, or see handsome men, she would become the emperor. Life seemed to have a purpose, and she enjoyed every day, looking forward to nightfall. Days passed in a flash.
One night, after a few rounds of drinking, Su Qingwen staggered out of the toilet. Under the influence of alcohol, her mind became hazy. "Who's that?"
"That's the Prime Minister."
In a daze, Su Qingwen saw a spotless man in front of her. He looked gentle and handsome. Somehow, she stepped forward to flirt with him, forcibly dragged him into the bedroom for a heart - to - heart talk. As they talked, she even started to pull off his clothes. Then she lost consciousness and didn't know what she did next...
"You little slut! I was wondering why you weren't there when I called the roll. So you were here sleeping in!"
As the woman's voice fell, a basin of cold water was poured on Su Qingwen's head.
Su Qingwen shivered and woke up immediately. She looked at the old nanny. Just as she was about to claim herself as the emperor, she found that it was already dawn. Only then did she realize that she had returned to her original self and was no longer the emperor Huayueye.
"What are you standing there stupidly for? Hurry up and get to work!" the old nanny roared at her fiercely.
Su Qingwen resisted the urge to talk back. Reminding herself that staying alive was the most important thing in her heart, she obediently got up. However, the old nanny refused to let it go. She raised the feather duster in her hand and was about to hit Su Qingwen. Just at this moment, someone suddenly came to report, "Nanny, the emperor has summoned everyone to the Tianhe Hall for an investigation. It seems to be something very important!"
"Something very important?" The old nanny didn't dare to be negligent. Taking Su Qingwen with her, she headed for the Tianhe Hall.
Seeing all the palace servants being examined, and the way of the examination was to copy a poem, Su Qingwen was very puzzled. After she finished copying, she stood in the crowd waiting for the news. She heard two maids whispering beside her, "Have you heard? Strange things have been happening to the emperor lately!"
"Strange things?"
"I heard that the emperor had a heart - to - heart talk with the Prime Minister in the middle of the night. While talking, he even took off the Prime Minister's clothes!"
"Not only that, but he also summoned many handsome men and did some indescribable things."
"The emperor can also eat a lot..."
"What you said is nothing. As far as I know, the emperor was in high spirits after drinking and wrote an indecent poem. It's the one we just copied. There are two lines that go like... 'The young master is on top and I'm below, just like a bee gathering nectar'. Listen to this, tsk tsk..." Another chubby maid interjected.
Taking off clothes...
Indescribable things...
Eating a lot...
A dirty poem!
Su Qingwen shivered all over. She had an inexplicable premonition of bad luck.
Except for eating a lot, she didn't seem to have done the other things...
At this time, two guards walked straight towards her. With serious expressions and without saying a word, they grabbed her and dragged her into the hall.
[System: Because of your drunken misbehavior, the emperor suspects that his abnormal behavior is due to being possessed by a ghost. Since you left the dirty poem on paper, that's why the handwriting check happened.]
Su Qingwen frowned tightly, her face as white as a sheet. "Speak in plain language!"
[System: You're doomed!]
Su Qingwen was shocked. She shouted frantically in her heart that she didn't want to die. But it was too late to struggle and escape. She could only resign herself to being thrown on the floor of the emperor's bedroom hall by the two guards.
She slumped on the ground, trembling as she looked around.
The familiar scene and familiar people. The only difference was that she was no longer the supreme emperor...
"All of you retreat!" A deep, slightly lazy male voice with a proper accent sounded.
Su Qingwen was startled.
Oh my god!
She was extremely familiar with this voice!
After everyone left, the veil and bead curtain of the carved crescent - moon door were lifted by a fair hand. As the man stepped out like a lotus emerging from water, the refreshing incense rushed into her nose.
Su Qingwen didn't need to guess to know who it was. She didn't even dare to take a look at him, keeping her gaze very low. All she could see were his boots embroidered with golden dragon patterns.
As he approached her, Su Qingwen's heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was about to fly out of her throat.
"Did you write that poem?" As the man spoke, he reached out his hand, hooked his fingertip under Su Qingwen's chin, and forced her to raise her head.
Su Qingwen trembled all over. Too scared to open her eyes, she didn't answer.
It's over, it's over. She was going to die!
"Answer me!" came another voice tinged with a bit of anger.
Only when his fingers tightened and her chin hurt did Su Qingwen open her eyes. Meeting Huayueye's icy eyes that were so close, she was so scared that her hair almost stood on end. Her teeth chattered non - stop. "N... no..."
"Hmm?"
After a moment, Su Qingwen decided to face death bravely. Taking a deep breath, she composed herself and forced out a smile even brighter than Stephen Chow's at Huayueye, pretending to be stupid. "Your Majesty, what are you talking about? This servant is getting more and more confused."
"Confused?" Huayueye stared at Su Qingwen's slightly baby - fat face. Seeing her extremely cute expression, the anger in his heart dissipated a bit. His icy eyes were covered with a hint of playfulness. "Then tell me, how am I confused?"
"Well..." Su Qingwen was at a loss for words, her eyes constantly darting around.