The empress was merely a figurehead in name only, and few people actually controlled her. As long as Yun Zong was still in the palace, the banquet was not over, the clinking of glasses continued, and the palace maids continued to serve wine and dishes.
The Minister of War was talking to Xi Chenzhou when a palace maid who had just brought wine arrived.
The palace maid was beautiful, her face flushed with embarrassment as she kept throwing flirtatious glances at Xi Chenzhou. However, Xi Chenzhou completely ignored her. She bit her lip in fear, but when she looked up and saw Yun Zong's cold gaze, she was terrified. She gritted her teeth and bent over to lean into Xi Chenzhou's arms.
Her clothes were thin and the neckline was low; if you got too close, you could see her round, snow-white breasts clearly.
However, just as she bent over, her legs suddenly went weak for some reason, her body swayed to the side, and she fell far away from Xi Chenzhou, but the whole pot of wine was poured all over him!
"My lord, spare my life! My lord, spare my life!"
The palace maid turned pale with fright and dared not think of anything more. She trembled and hurriedly knelt down to kowtow.
The Minister of War was furious: "How dare you, a palace maid, be so disrespectful! How dare you offend the Marquis of Zhenbei?!"
He quickly looked at Xi Chenzhou again: "Lord Marquis, are you alright?"
Xi Chenzhou silently withdrew his finger, which had just released his inner force, and said calmly, "Of course it's important. I've spilled wine all over myself, and it's autumn now. The nights are cool, and I'm afraid I'll catch a chill. I need to go change my clothes. Excuse me."
Having said that, before the Minister of War could react, she leisurely left the main hall.
The minister was left speechless, his beard twitching.
Cool?
Catching a cold?
Changing clothes?
No way—the temperature isn't even that cold right now, and he's a great general, how could his physical condition be so weak that he'd catch a cold from just one glass of wine?!
That's utter nonsense!
Tong Su had no idea what the Minister of War was thinking inside the main hall. She went to the corridor for some fresh air, but felt tired and dizzy. She just wanted to rest and didn't want to go back to the noisy main hall.
She found an empty palace nearby, asked Qinghe to guard the door for her, and then shakily pushed the door open herself.
Walk inside.
"who--!"
But as soon as she stepped inside, a loud shout suddenly roused Tong Su from her drunken stupor. She instinctively looked up and saw a figure standing in the center of the room.
As darkness fell, a dim candlelight flickered inside the room, casting a hazy glow on the man's strong back.
The man seemed to be changing clothes, having just taken off his shirt to reveal his muscular upper body. He turned around warily, revealing half of his well-defined abdominal muscles and deep V-line.
He seemed to have come to change because he had spilled wine and wet his clothes. The water droplets on his body hadn't been wiped off yet, and they slowly flowed down his body like beads of sweat, shimmering and disappearing into the layers of clothing around his waist, sadly vanishing from sight.
Her clothes were half-open, revealing her youthful beauty; her slender waist was graceful; she languidly moved her wrist, beads of sweat glistening on her skin; her hair was disheveled.
"………………"
Tong Su swallowed hard.
My cheeks feel a little hot.
That's way too erotic!
"Lord Zhenbei, what are you doing here?"
The man frowned slightly, clearly not expecting her to suddenly barge in, and even more so, to be seen changing clothes, completely naked.
He was still holding his clothes in his hand, using them to half-cover his chest, and knelt on the ground somewhat awkwardly, saying, "Your Majesty—I have been disrespectful before Your Majesty and have startled you. Please punish me."
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