The night is deep, and the bright moon hides behind the clouds.
The Eight Treasure Glaze Palace Lamp hangs high, its amber warmth illuminating the entire palace as bright as day.
In the bedroom, candlelight flickers, the Gold-plated Lion Incense Burner emits blue smoke, and Chen Mo is tied up in a five-flower bind, curled up on the bed, with a slight hint of terror in his confused eyes.
"Empress, what are you..."
Yu Youhan crosses her arms over her chest, accentuating her impressive curves, holding a black whip in her hand, her emerald eyes coldly gazing at Chen Mo.
"You dog-like lackey, all day speaking sweet words to deceive me, not knowing how many girls you've been flirting with behind my back!"
"I could even let that slide, I'm too lazy to care, but you actually used my Dao Power for Dual Cultivation with other women?"
"Do you know what you've turned me into?!"
"..."
Chen Mo is feeling slightly nervous.
He didn't handle this matter properly.
