Gudong——

Jiang Li swallowed helplessly.

She bit her lower lip and reached towards Song Chengyin's pants with trembling hands.

When she was about to grab the waistband of her pants, she lowered her head tightly, leaving only a tiny slit in her eyes.

Just as she was about to step forward and pull down her pants, her feet tripped over the loose palace dress she was wearing.

Plop! Jiang Li fell forward uncontrollably. In panic, she hurriedly looked for a support point and grabbed Song Chengyin's pants tightly with both hands.

With a thud, as she fell to the ground, Song Chengyin's pants were also pulled off.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

Jiang Li hurriedly loosened Song Chengyin's pants as if she had grabbed a hot potato, and knocked her head heavily on the ground to apologize.

Song Chengyin frowned. Is he that scary? Looking at Jiang Li who was trembling, he said in a deep voice: "Raise your head."

Jiang Li didn't dare to disobey the emperor's order, so she had to raise her head.

The first thing she saw was the man's long, straight legs, and then the huge thing between his legs! Jiang Li, who had never seen such a scene, blushed, so red that blood almost dripped out! At this moment, she no longer cared about the emperor's orders, and hurriedly lowered her head and buried it firmly in the ground.

Song Chengyin looked down at himself, then looked at Jiang Li who was kneeling in a small ball at his feet.

Is this... hurt self-esteem?

After thinking of this possibility, Song Chengyin stopped making things difficult for Jiang Li and turned towards the hot spring.

With a plop sound, Jiang Li breathed a sigh of relief.

This is too exciting! [Host, calm down, calm down. ]

The system that was dormant in Jiang Li's sea of ​​consciousness was awakened by her rapid heartbeat.

Jiang Li took a deep breath, and all that came to her mind was the horrifying scene she had just seen when she looked up.

Really, really big.

[The Tyrant was injured in his early years of war, which led to his lack of offspring. However, the host can rest assured that the system will produce high-quality products, whether it is the Tyrant's people or alive, they are all very good. ]

Jiang Li: “…”

Song Chengyin soaked in the hot spring for about an incense stick of time. Thinking that Jiang Li's self-esteem might be hurt, he did not ask Jiang Li to change clothes for him, but called other eunuchs.

As Song Chengyin walked out of the inner hall, Jiang Li, whose legs were numb from kneeling, was finally able to stand up.

After returning to the Yangxin Palace, Song Chengyin did not rest, but continued to sit in front of the jade desk to review memorials.

The emperor hasn't slept yet, so there is no reason for servants like Jiang Li to rest first.

They could only keep their eyes wide open and stay alert in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, waiting for the emperor's orders.

Jiang Li was used to staying up late, so she wasn't very sleepy at this time. In addition, the cool breeze blowing in from the window made her even more sleepless.

Boom——

As the cool breeze came, a muffled thunder suddenly fell from the sky.

Looking at Song Chengyin, who had just finished a bath and was wearing thin clothes, Jiang Li looked around and finally saw the crimson cloak on the shelf nearby.

She quietly walked to the side and took off her cloak, then walked lightly behind Song Chengyin, leaned over and put the cloak on his broad shoulders.

"Your Majesty, it's cold at night, be careful not to catch a cold."

As she approached, a faint scent of pear entered Song Chengyin's nose.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and his heart was shocked when he met Jiang Li's watery almond eyes.

After being reminded by the other fathers-in-law, Jiang Li had already wiped off the ink on her face with a handkerchief, but because she didn't have a mirror, she couldn't wipe it all clean, so a small spot still remained on her cheek.

Looking at the extra ink stain on her cheek, Song Chengyin reached out his hand...

(End of this chapter)