"My beloved concubine, you've worked hard!"
"To serve Your Majesty, this concubine feels blessed for three lifetimes!" Consort Yun declared, her eyes filled with deep affection.
Zhao Junyao couldn't help but glance at her twice.
She was, indeed, quite beautiful.
He was the Emperor, but also a man. Busy with state affairs, he naturally wanted to relax in his leisure time. If there was a woman who could make him feel relaxed in body and mind, he was naturally willing to pamper and cherish her. Consort Yun met his standards perfectly: gentle and beautiful, with a pleasant voice, and a lively, not stodgy, character.
But Zhao Junyao picked up the ginseng soup, took a sip, squinted his eyes, and said warmly, "The soup is good, but I still have documents to review. If my beloved concubine has nothing else, you may leave first."
He was not a negligent ruler; the Imperial Study Room was a place to deal with matters of state and was no place for women.
