"Sure, sure..." Zhao Douan subconsciously wanted to nod, agreeing readily.
But the Empress knew without looking back what the filthy thoughts this guy harbored, adding another sentence:
"You can have the warm room tonight, just don't overstep your bounds."
Saying that, the dignified female sovereign moved with graceful footsteps, stepping on the plush carpet, her light figure passing through the curtain that separated the "bedroom" from the "living room," entering the inner bedroom.
When the curtain lifted, the fragrance from the beast-shaped purple-gold incense burner wafted out from the room.
"How fragrant..."
This thought uncontrollably surged in his mind, and then Zhao Douan saw the Empress's retreating figure disappear behind the curtain.
The scene behind the curtain was muddled, barely making out Xu Zhenguan walking to the dragon bed.
