Su Yan didn't speak, and the air instantly went quiet.
She couldn't help saying,
"You're not going to marry me anyway. Why can't I take concubines?"
Situ Xiu said,
"Has Your Majesty taken a fancy to me, or to the power in my hands?"
Su Yan paused for a moment.
"Both."
Hearing that answer, Situ Xiu was even more displeased.
Then he pressed Su Yan down onto the Dragon Chair and kissed her.
In the midst of the kiss, he murmured,
"Looks like I'll have to work harder, make Your Majesty fall completely in love with me, so you'll never again have the thought of taking concubines."
The dim Qiankun Hall.
Originally a solemn and serious place.
It was where Tiansheng Country discussed matters of state.
Right now, the hall was empty.
Looking further up, behind the Beaded Curtain, on the imperial seat, it was all ambiguity and heat.
And so, that thought of taking concubines vanished from Su Yan's mind.
A couple of days passed.
In the afternoon.
