After a brief moment of rage, the old Emperor had to suppress the anger in his heart and force himself to put on a happy face, laughing heartily, "It seems that the War King truly is as rumored, unable to develop an interest in women. Since the War King is a meritorious minister today, if he is not satisfied with this, I naturally won't make things difficult. Let's drop the matter!"
Only then did Sikong Mo put away his long sword. Possibly due to drunkenness, his steps were a bit unsteady. As he sat back down in the chair, he held his forehead in his hand, showing a look of distress and headache.
"It's not that I am uninterested in women, but rather, having lived for twenty-five years, this is the first time I've ever been interested in a woman. It's a pity that the Emperor cannot bear it, which truly leaves me with distress and headache!"
