Chen Mo leaned down to her ear and whispered, "Does Your Highness know that ceilings need to be suspended?"
Empress: [・_・?]
...
...
An incense stick's time later.
Chen Mo pushed the door open and walked out of the room.
Under absolute skill, the Empress was already exhausted and had fallen into a deep sleep.
Walking through the dark palace corridor, he arrived at the inner hall. Through the moonlight spilling outside the window, he could see the rising and falling outline on the small couch.
Chen Mo quickly stepped forward and said softly, "Empress, are you okay?"
"Not good."
Yu Youhan, with her back to him, said in a muffled voice.
Chen Mo's mouth twitched, sat down beside her, and said, "Is the Empress still angry about what just happened? I had no choice; after all, the Empress was drunk and could only be indulged for a while..."
"She asked you to do it, so you did it?"
"And with such force, in front of her, making me so unbearable... I never want to see you again!"
