Chapter 110 Searching for the Dragon Robe

Because of "excessive fright," Jiang Huan had already left ahead of time at Huo Lin's behest.

At this moment, she was sitting in her palace, the night breeze dispelling the smell of alcohol and leaving her with a slightly tired pallor.

The large dragon robe still weighed on her shoulders, with traces of splattered poison on it.

This imperial harem is truly plagued by misfortune.

My own time-travel story could be made into a movie with no survivors.

As Jiang Huan pondered this, she took off her dragon robe and changed into her nightgown.

She was exhausted and wanted to sleep.

However, before he could even lose his senses for a moment, the palace door was pushed open very gently.

A strong smell of alcohol mixed with the familiar scent of ambergris instantly wafted in.

Jiang Huan was startled and stood up to look.

Huo Lin's tall figure appeared at the doorway, his steps somewhat unsteady. His usually sharp black eyes were now veiled with a layer of mist, yet they shone with an astonishing brightness.

His collar was slightly open, revealing his sharp collarbone, and a few strands of dark hair fell across his forehead, adding a touch of unruliness.

How did you get so drunk?

Even emperors have to socialize...

Huo Lin's gaze fell directly on Jiang Huan, and he staggered a few steps to the bedside.

"Jiang Huan".

He called out softly, his voice hoarse and indistinct, with a heavy nasal tone.

Before Jiang Huan could respond, he collapsed onto the bed like a mountain.

"Why!"

Jiang Huan exclaimed in surprise and instinctively tried to help him up.

But her small frame couldn't support it.

His heavy body, reeking of hot alcohol, pressed down firmly on half of her body, while an iron arm wrapped around her forcefully, locking her tightly in his embrace.

[Yes, I've got a hug.]

Hold her tight, don't let anyone bully her.

Huo Lin buried his face in the crook of her neck and nuzzled her gently.

"Your Majesty, you are drunk."

Jiang Huan's heart skipped a beat, and she nudged his heavy shoulder.

Huo Lin seemed not to hear him, and instead hugged him even tighter.

He rubbed his cheek against her smooth nightgown and let out a comfortable sigh.

"Wait, where is my dragon robe?"

His voice was filled with confusion as he looked at Jiang Huan, then at himself.

"Where has my dragon robe gone?"

Jiang Huan was taken aback by his question; indeed, drinking alcohol was bad for her health.

And look, it even has the effect of lowering intelligence.

"Your Majesty, my imperial robe got dirty at the banquet, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Huo Lin slowly raised his head, his drunken eyes lingering on her body.

"oh……"

He seemed to suddenly realize something, and with a drawn-out tone and a hint of triumphant realization, he said, "My dragon robe is yours."

After he finished speaking, he nodded to himself, as if confirming an extremely important fact, but then he frowned slightly, looking somewhat troubled.

"Then what should I wear? I want to wear a dragon robe, otherwise Wang Degui will start nagging me again."

This drunkard's logic is simply astounding.

It's a pity this is ancient times, there are no cell phones, otherwise Jiang Huan would definitely have filmed a documentary about him.

"Your Majesty, the dragon robe is dirty and cannot be worn."

Huo Lin blinked, his thick eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyes, as if he was trying to understand the meaning of the sentence.

A moment later, he exclaimed "Oh!" as if he had just realized something, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"You can't wear it, then..."

He stared dazedly at the thin nightgown on Jiang Huan's body.

"I'll borrow your clothes for a bit."

Before he finished speaking, that large, well-defined hand actually reached out and touched Jiang Huan's waist, precisely pinching the edge of her nightgown's tie.

Wait, wait, wait, what an incredible plot twist!

Jiang Huan felt her blood rush to her head, and her cheeks burned intensely.

"Then what am I supposed to wear?!"

"Hmm...I don't know..."

Huo Lin's voice was self-righteous, carrying the unquestionable logic of a drunkard.

“But I have given you my dragon robe, so the clothes you are wearing are the dragon robe.”

His fingers clumsily yet stubbornly began to untie the thin ribbon, with a drunken sluggishness and an irresistible domineering air.

"stop!"

Jiang Huan was both ashamed and anxious, and she grabbed his wrists tightly with both hands.

What does this even mean?!

"Don't move." Huo Lin's voice carried a hint of grievance and dissatisfaction. "Borrow me some clothes, and I'll compensate you with ten more tomorrow..."

His grip didn't lessen; instead, it became even more forceful due to Jiang Huan's struggles.

Under his clumsy but persistent tugging, one end of the thin tie finally came loose.

The neckline of her nightgown loosened slightly, revealing a small patch of delicate, porcelain-like skin that gleamed with a warm glow under the dim palace lanterns.

Huo Lin's gaze instantly became fixed on that shimmering white skin, as if he were bewitched.

The cool fingertips brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Hmm."

Jiang Huan's scalp tingled instantly, her heart raced, and her body almost collapsed.

Although she is an open-minded and trendy modern person, she has unfortunately been single for more than 20 years.

She's not familiar with this process!

"Don't……"

Jiang Huan instinctively stepped back, but how could a drunk person be rational?

Huo Lin seemed to be bewitched by the incredibly smooth and tender touch under his fingertips, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

"Do you need... clothes?"

His chaotic inner voice carried a primal desire that had been ignited, and even he himself might not have been able to discern its meaning.

Fueled by his immense power and the effects of alcohol, he was no longer content with merely touching that small corner.

He used force, and Jiang Huan's already disheveled clothes were torn open.

Large swaths of smooth, delicate skin were revealed, and the palace lanterns ambiguously outlined the spring scenery.

The rounded shoulder line and the sexy hollow of the collarbone flow smoothly towards the most intriguing part of the face.

And that mischievous hand, with absolute aggression, reached deeper and deeper.

Jiang Huan's pupils suddenly contracted, her whole body tensed, and her cheeks turned as red as a ripe apple.

At this critical moment...

"call……"

A long, drawn-out breath, heavy with the smell of alcohol, suddenly sounded near Jiang Huan's neck.

Huo Lin pressed himself against Jiang Huan, his hot breath spraying evenly onto her collarbone, and remained motionless.

Jiang Huan froze on the spot, and after a few deep breaths, she carefully turned her head to the side.

Huo Lin's eyes were closed, his long eyelashes resting peacefully, and his usually cold and stern features softened strangely in his sleep.

She actually fell asleep!