They've already breached the palace, yet all they ask of me is an edict of self-reproach.

"One mess after another."

Zhao Ji sighed silently.

After leaving the imperial study, Zhao Ji went to the inner palace without saying a word.

Dali's situation can't get much worse now.

Instead of worrying unnecessarily, Zhao Ji should enjoy the present moment.

As for the war in the northern frontier, Zhao Ji had already made up his mind.

Zhao Ji highly praised the saying: "Strike first to avoid getting into a fight."

Therefore, peace negotiations are impossible.

Soon, Zhao Ji arrived at Chang Le Palace.

When the palace maids waiting outside the palace saw His Majesty return, they bowed and were about to say something, but Zhao Ji stopped them by raising his hand.

Zhao Ji decided to give Consort Chen a surprise.

"You may all step back."

"Yes."

The palace maids naturally dared not disobey Zhao Ji and quickly withdrew.

They assumed that His Majesty already knew that the Imperial Concubine had gone to the Empress's place, and that he had come to Chang Le Palace to wait for the Imperial Concubine's return.

As for Li Qingguo's presence in Chang Le Palace, these ordinary palace maids were unaware of it.

Soon, Zhao Ji entered Chang Le Palace and went straight to Consort Chen's bedroom.

At this moment, Li Qingguo, who was half asleep and half awake on the phoenix bed, also noticed a slight movement, but she only thought that her daughter had returned, so she did not pay attention to it.

Zhao Ji entered the bedchamber and found that all the candles had been blown out, leaving it pitch black.

However, Zhao Ji didn't think much of it, assuming it was just Consort Chen's sleeping habit.

Although the bedchamber was pitch black, Zhao Ji's eyesight was far beyond that of ordinary people, so he could vaguely see an alluring body lying on the phoenix bed.

Although the other person's face cannot be seen clearly, in this Chang Le Palace, who else could be lying on the phoenix bed but Consort Chen?

As they drew closer, Zhao Ji couldn't help but swallow hard. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he noticed that Consort Chen's body seemed even more voluptuous and alluring than before.

"My beloved concubine, are you asleep?"

Zhao Ji sat down by the bed and asked in a low voice.

Zhao Ji knew very well that as the emperor, if he wanted something at this moment, the other party would not refuse him even if he were asleep.

Upon hearing the word "beloved concubine" on her phoenix couch, Li Qingguo's mind went blank for a moment, and her delicate body trembled uncontrollably.

It wasn't his daughter who arrived, but the Emperor of Dali.

For a moment, Li Qingguo's mind went blank, and he was completely dumbfounded.

As for sleepiness, there was absolutely none.

While Li Qingguo was lost in thought, a strong body pressed against her back, and her waist was embraced by a large hand.

Li Qingguo was momentarily stunned, but she dared not resist, since the Emperor of Dali now regarded her as his daughter, Consort Chen.

But if we don't resist, should we just let the Dali Emperor continue like this?

Li Qingguo was torn with inner turmoil. She knew that if she resisted, the Emperor of Dali would definitely discover her identity, and then not only herself, but also her daughter would be implicated.

"Why is my beloved consort silent? Is she perhaps angry with me?"

Zhao Ji also found it strange that the other party hadn't said a word until now.

Even if you've just fallen asleep, being suddenly held in a man's arms should wake you up.

Knowing that she would give herself away if she didn't speak, Li Qingguo quickly lowered her voice and replied in her daughter's tone, "Your Majesty, I'm just a little sleepy..."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Li Qingguo regretted them. After all, she was a woman who had been an empress; how could she make such a basic mistake?

If the emperor comes to favor you, and you say you're sleepy, aren't you spoiling the emperor's mood?

To Li Qingguo's relief, Zhao Ji didn't seem to care.

"And now?"

Zhao Ji indulged in all the pleasures of the world.

Li Qingguo's delicate body trembled, and her face flushed red to the roots of her ears.

Since the fall of Western Chu, Li Qingguo's body had never been touched by any other man, let alone subjected to such despicable acts.

However, thinking that the Emperor of Dali regarded her as his concubine, Li Qingguo quickly felt relieved.

It is perfectly reasonable and natural for an emperor to favor his concubines.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty is not sleepy anymore..."

Li Qingguo's breathing became somewhat rapid.

Li Qingguo now understood why her daughter had been so coquettish even before things had progressed to that point. Even she herself was finding it hard to resist the Emperor of Dali's wanton methods.

"Very well, then I will fulfill my promise."

"What promise?"

Li Qingguo mimicked his daughter's tone of voice and asked subconsciously.

Li Qingguo secretly hoped that this promise meant Zhao Ji would agree to keep her in the capital.

However, the next moment, Zhao Ji suddenly turned over and looked down.

"Of course I'll make it up to you properly."

Zhao Ji stared at the stunning beauty beneath him. Although he couldn't see her face clearly, a captivating fragrance wafted into his nostrils, making him even more aroused.

Zhao Ji felt that Consort Chen's body was much softer than before, and her voice was also a bit strange, but at this moment, Zhao Ji was too lazy to think about such trivial matters.

As the other person's face got closer and closer to hers, Li Qingguo was terrified.

Li Qingguo was about to say something, but her cherry lips were already being pressed against hers.

As his jaw was forced open, Li Qingguo resigned himself to his fate, and his body went limp.

Li Qingguo could only hope that Zhao Ji was a weakling who would collapse quickly.

"Giving it to the Emperor of Dali is worse than giving it to that scumbag Chen Sangui..."

Li Qingguo could only console herself with this thought at this moment.

Li Qingguo didn't actually harbor much hatred towards Zhao Ji, the emperor of Dali.

The destruction of Western Chu was entirely orchestrated by Chen Sangui in order to obtain her.

As time ticked by, under Zhao Ji's advances, Li Qingguo's beautiful eyes grew increasingly hazy, and a faint blush rose on her fair, snow-white skin.

"His Majesty……"

A coquettish voice, alluring to the bone, rang out.

When the voice reached Zhao Ji's ears, he felt his whole body go numb, and an indescribable impulse gradually became uncontrollable.

Li Qingguo stretched out her jade-like arm and wrapped it around Zhao Ji's neck, her breath sweet as orchids, and said reproachfully, "Your Majesty, when are you going to wait any longer?"

Li Qingguo had been deprived of pleasure for far too long, and now, after being teased by Zhao Ji, the desires hidden in her heart had long been unleashed. In addition, Zhao Ji was handsome and dashing, and was also the ruler of a country. With these layers of advantages combined, Li Qingguo could hardly resist. She might as well give in to him and end this absurd farce as soon as possible.

Upon hearing this request, Zhao Ji felt a buzzing in his brain and could no longer hold back, suppressing his anger.

The romantic tale of a fallen empress and the current emperor has officially begun.

At first, Li Qingguo deliberately kept her voice down and didn't moan, but as time went by, she gradually sensed that something was wrong.