The gloom Long Yang was feeling in his heart faded a little when he saw that she was finally paying attention to him again.
He had never imagined that Weiwei was so fond of children.
When Wanyan Zhi was around, her eyes were always glued on that little brat, making him—her husband—the third wheel.
Now that she had finally remembered his presence, he felt slightly better. He put his book down, stood up, and opened his arms. "Undress me."
At the sight of this, Lu Liangwei hurriedly turned outward and called out, "Butler Zhao, His Majesty wants you to…"
Before she could finish, the Emperor clamped a large hand over her mouth.
Lu Liangwei gave a few muffled groans in protest.
Zhao Qian poked his head around the door. "You called for me, Your Highness?"
The next instant, he stared wide-eyed at the scene in the room, his mouth agape.
Did he just witness Master "assaulting" the Empress?
