Finally, the task of dealing with the antidote was entrusted to Lan Tingrong. He felt more at ease with the half-antidote in his hands than with it in a safe, because he was the number one male lead, while Shen Xu was only the fourth male lead.

The second male lead is Mu Liang, and the third male lead is Ke Huai. Now, in Xia Fengya's harem, there is only one man who hasn't appeared yet. Feng Guang, after considering that the plot has completely deviated from its course, slapped his forehead. What? He hasn't appeared yet? Isn't the fifth male lead Lan Tingrong's younger brother, Lan Tingyu?

I still remember that he was originally supposed to be a homosexual, but Xia Fengya completely changed him, and he went from being a playboy who indulged in pleasure all day long to a devoted and loving man.

Wait, homosexuality?

What about the time she saw him and that Su Bi girl in bed together?

Feng Guang thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out. Fifteen years later, when she recalled the plot again, she realized that she had forgotten most of it except for the general plot. In the past few days, from the Crown Princess to the Empress, her life had been too comfortable, and she had become much lazier. Naturally, she did not have the good habit of thinking about how the plot would go every day.

"Truly, one is born in hardship and dies in comfort," Feng Guang said, shaking his head and sighing as he sat in his tent.

Gu Yan, who had entered unnoticed, asked, "Why does Your Majesty have such sentiments?"

She was already used to those four people ignoring her words. No matter how many times she ordered that Prince Qian not to come in, she would always see Gu Yan walk into her tent in high spirits soon after.

She pouted and said lazily, "As the saying goes, 'The weather is unpredictable...'"

"Does Your Majesty know what you say whenever you want to skip a topic?"

She looked bewildered. "What did you say?"

"It's like the weather is unpredictable, and today Mother is getting married—such a nonsensical statement."

He really knows her...

Feng Guang, who was very concerned about his image, straightened his back and said, "It was your question that you asked, and I was just answering truthfully."

"Perhaps, next time I want to ask Your Majesty something, I need to try a different approach."

"What method?"

He smiled faintly and said softly, "For example, we could lock His Majesty in a cage until he tells the truth."

A chill ran through her behind the glamour, but she forced herself to remain calm. "You dare?"

He just smiled and didn't say anything.

He's really daring.

Upon realizing this, Feng Guang couldn't help but tremble with fear and cower. Like a lackey, she ran over and hugged his arm, saying, "Uncle Wang, don't worry. Whatever you want to know, whether it's my ideal type, what I like to eat, what I like to play... even the days when I'm menstruating, I will definitely tell you without any concealment."

"Your Majesty's ideal type is a gentle and considerate man. Your Majesty loves sweets like osmanthus cake and candied hawthorn. Your Majesty's favorite pastime is to dream of teasing men every night. As for your period... Your Majesty started on the seventeenth of last month." Amidst the chilling atmosphere, he took her hand and pulled her close to his chest. "Your Majesty, I already know all this. Perhaps you could try telling me other things. For example, did Your Majesty choose to have an affair with me without a matchmaker simply because you wanted a child?"

If she answered "yes," Feng Guang could imagine herself being subjected to three hundred rounds of this and that "battle" with him.

So she chose to answer honestly, "The child is just a side thing; sleeping with you is my real purpose."