No hardship or suffering, it's all for the happiness of the Pavilion Master!

Lan Yan silently thought to herself, her mind already searching for images of beauties. She was determined to disguise the Pavilion Master as a stunningly beautiful woman, the kind that would make the Prince of Ji fall in love at first sight!

"It's late, and I'm tired. Little Blue Smoke, remember to come at dawn tomorrow to disguise me. You may all leave."

After speaking, Beitang Feng rose from the golden throne, and his crimson figure disappeared from the hall. The three of them bowed to the crimson figure.

"Respectfully seeing off the Pavilion Master."

The next morning.

Di Beiyao slept until the sun was high in the sky before stretching, remembering that he seemed to have fallen asleep in Jun Wuji's arms yesterday.

So... does this mean they're sharing a bed?

Looking at his own clothes, he saw that everything was neat and tidy except for his outer garment, which had been taken off. It seemed that this guy was a gentleman after all.

He got up and got out of bed. The maid at the door heard the noise from inside and quickly brought him toiletries.

After washing up, I sat in the dressing mirror and saw my reflection, which looked more and more like my appearance from a thousand years ago. I felt a mix of emotions.

Just then, Jun Wuji's handsome face with its distinct features appeared in the mirror.

"Does Yao'er need his hair combed?" The voice was deep and husky, tinged with affection.

"Hmm," but she's not very good at styling those complicated hairstyles.

Just as I was about to pick up a comb and casually style my hair, I saw a pair of fair, well-defined hands pick up the wooden comb from the table.

"Shall I help you comb your hair?"

Di Beiyao raised an eyebrow. "You're a grown man, and you know how to style a woman's hair?"

Jun Wuji did not answer. With a flick of his fingers, he styled a simple yet surprisingly beautiful updo.

"Knowing that Yao'er doesn't like complicated hairstyles, I styled your hair into this female general's bun. Are you satisfied?"

Di Beiyao turned around and looked at the man behind him with a curious expression.

A female general's hairstyle? There's such a thing? How come she's never heard of it?

Perhaps not expecting Di Beiyao to suddenly turn around, their faces were now so close that they could feel each other's breath.

Di Beiyao could clearly see the look of astonishment in Jun Wuji's eyes at that moment.

The Empress suddenly felt playful. It was always Jun Wuji who took advantage of her and constantly teased her.

Last night, I even slept in her bed all night, looking at her outrageously handsome face so close to mine.

Di Beiyao felt that if she didn't take this opportunity to tease Jun Wuji, she would be missing out!

Do they really think it's so easy to climb into the bed of a dignified empress?

With a flutter of the heart, she reached out and wrapped her slender, soft hands around Jun Wuji's neck, drawing them even closer.

The exquisitely beautiful, simple lips slowly approached Jun Wuji's handsome face, her delicate, luscious red lips gradually drawing near his thin, slightly pursed lips.

Di Beiyao could even see the burning intensity in Jun Wuji's dark eyes, yet he stopped all movement just as their lips were about to touch.

Her phoenix eyes flashed with provocation as she looked at Jun Wuji. "You always tease me, but now I've teased you back... ugh!"

Before she could finish speaking, she felt Jun Wuji's large hand press down on the back of her head, and then! Then! Then she was forcibly kissed!!! Forcibly kissed by Jun Wuji!!!

She, a dignified empress of a dynasty, a dignified monarch, was actually forcibly kissed by that bastard Jun Wuji!

After the kiss ended, seeing Di Beiyao glaring at him angrily with her beautiful eyes, Jun Wuji smiled and looked at the sullen little woman in front of him. Hmm? She even seems to be blushing?

When Di Beiyao saw that Jun Wuji was still laughing, he became even more enraged and punched Jun Wuji in the chest, yelling, "You're still laughing!"

Jun Wuji caught Di Beiyao's fist and pulled the blushing woman in front of him into his arms.

After trapping Di Beiyao's restless hands in his arms, he burst into laughter.

Di Beiyao was so angry that he opened his mouth and bit Jun Wuji's clothes on the chest, "You dare laugh at me? I'll bite you to death!"

"That's enough," Jun Wuji said in a low, husky voice, each word distinct and clear, after he finished laughing, in Di Beiyao's ear.

"Why are you angry, Yao'er? It was clearly you who initiated the flirting with me."