Su Zhiruan nodded solemnly, indicating that everything she was saying now was very serious.
However, Shen Qi laughed again.
He was very good-looking, not the type of creamy young man Su Zhiruan had seen in modern times; he was somewhat muscular but overall lean and very tall.
Handsome in appearance, distinguished in temperament.
In ancient times, such looks would have been lethal. Even if Shen Qi weren't the Emperor, if placed among the common folk, he would still be famously attractive.
Su Zhiruan continued to stand silently behind him.
Initially, she was somewhat lost in thought when suddenly a mechanical voice rang out in her mind.
[Host! Rush now! Isn't this the best time to get close to the Emperor? Charge!]
She sneakily glanced at Shen Qi and saw that he was still pouring his own drinks before she dared to speak, "Why rush?"
[Now! To have children! What a good timing, a man intoxicated by drink and you alone, this is a godsend opportunity!]
"?" Su Zhiruan slowly issued a question mark.
But the next second, she had no mind to ask further.
Shen Qi might have been drunk, as he collapsed on the table.
"Hold on a moment, let me help him to bed," Su Zhiruan told the system while lifting Shen Qi and struggling towards the bed.
The system had thought it would lose this great opportunity today, but unexpectedly, the chance just suddenly arose out of nowhere.
It took a closer look and after seeing the trembling of Shen Qi's eyelids, it logged off contentedly.
There was hope for the system's mission!
Su Zhiruan helped the Emperor onto the bed, changed his outer clothing, and was just about to leave when suddenly her wrist was grabbed.
Then, with a whirl, she found herself in Shen Qi's arms.
Warm ambergris immediately spread from her nose; his body was warm.
"Is this okay?" Shen Qi, who had woken up at some point, did not release the girl but instead held her close gently.
Su Zhiruan was actually somewhat stunned; she was still unclear about the situation.
She bit her lip, thinking of the mission, and hesitated for three seconds.
The bedroom was filled with a strong aroma of alcohol. Perhaps human rationality is fragile, or perhaps it's the intoxicating effect of alcohol.
Then, once again, everything turned topsy-turvy.
She was gently placed on the golden yellow bed, the bedding silky cool to the touch bearing warmth and a hint of alcohol. Her consciousness blurred, the fragrance of flowers mingling with moonlight, the scent of alcohol accompanied by a cool breeze.
A moment in spring wind.
When Little Fuzi and the Palace Maid returned after delivering the petition, the palace maid, who was unaware of the situation, was about to re-enter the chamber but was directly stopped by the keen-eared and sharp-eyed Little Fuzi.
He listened to the sounds and surveyed the surroundings.
Then his face lit up with a smile.
The puzzled palace maid curtsied, "Little Fuzi, why won't you let this servant enter to serve?"
"The Emperor no longer needs you; go back and rest," Little Fuzi certainly knew what was happening.
These days, the Emperor seemed to be numbing himself, dealing with official duties and observing public sentiments every day, but he refused to summon any concubine.
He had not set foot in the harem for a month.
The entire harem urged him daily, and the Empress Dowager repeatedly asked him to inquire, but all she got were reports that the Emperor had seen no concubine.
Not only the Empress Dowager, but even he, a servant, was becoming worried— throughout this whole harem, the Emperor refused even to glance at anyone. Originally, he would at least see the Noble Consort and the Virtuous Consort for the sake of the Empress Dowager's face, but nothing had occurred this month.
Now, finally, there was a woman who could get close to him.
Good news! Good news!