Even though Fu Hongmian assisted, the Empress still refused to reveal any information.
...
That night...
"Scoundrel!"
"Stop, scoundrel!"
"Mmm...mmm..."
After a long while, the sudden downpour ceased. "Everyone thinks the Empress who is still in the Imperial Capital" lay paralyzed here, her pretty face filled with hatred, her almond-shaped eyes burning with fire, yet her long legs were tightly entwined with a man she had known for only a few days.
"Scoundrel!"
The Empress closed her eyes, cursing hatefully.
Song Yan quite admired her; she was the only one who could, after taking the fanatic fans potion, still let her strong will overpower the power of a cultivator. It was a victory of personal will.
If it were him, he couldn't do it.
She was a wild and unruly flaming rouge horse.
