Feng Xun shuddered all over, a clear trace of disgust flashing in his eyes as he silently shifted away from the Empress's hand.
The royal chamber was empty, it seemed that Ye Lingyue and Little Zhiyo were not around, giving Feng Xun a slight relief.
"Your Majesty, if there's nothing else, I shall take my leave."
The Empress's hand fell empty, her cheeks reddening with intoxication now tinged with a hint of annoyance.
Feng Xun's tone was estranged, nearly foreign.
He refused to call even Qing Shuang, nor would he refer to her as Aunt, but used the formalities of monarch and subject, estranging their bonds.
"Feng Xun, you're so eager to leave, is it to seek Ye Lingyue! She's just a woman, and I have already selected many suitable women from good families for you. Just give up Ye Lingyue, and you can choose anyone you want, even many."
The Empress quickly walked to the desk, grabbing a stack of thick papers.
