Qin Zhanhan's charming smile widened.
He walked step by step towards the person on the bed.
Before he had even reached halfway, a gust of soporific smoke suddenly appeared from nowhere, engulfing him.
Qin Zhanhan: ...
A flicker of shock and disbelief flashed in Qin Zhanhan's eyes. Then, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
A while later, the door to the room was pushed open from the outside again. The men from the side room entered with lewd smiles, about to unbuckle their belts. Suddenly, a deep, magnetic voice came from behind the screen: "Drag him out to play. Don't dirty this king's wedding chamber."
The men had their eyes covered when they arrived, so they didn't know where they were. Upon hearing the sudden "this king," their actions of unbuckling their belts instantly froze, and something in their hearts seemed to explode.
The men instinctively swallowed, and asked with trembling voices, "Where... where is this?! Who... who are you?!"
They glanced at the person lying on the ground again, and swallowed again.
They hadn't noticed earlier in their haste. Now that they stopped and looked carefully, the men were instantly terrified by the person's attire on the ground, their legs went weak, and they slumped to the floor. One of them was so scared that he peed his pants.
The man who had fainted on the ground was wearing a yellow robe, his hair bound by a jade crown, with a handsome face and a jade pendant carved with dragon patterns at his waist.
In this era, yellow was the most revered color. Only the emperor could wear yellow; others would be beheaded for wearing it, unless it was a specially bestowed yellow jacket...
And the dragon patterns on the jade pendant...
Two words were on the tip of the men's tongues.
Could this be the current emperor? Otherwise, who would dare to be so bold?! Dozens of heads wouldn't be enough to be chopped off.
They also thought that the current emperor was only of marriageable age, about the same as the man in front of them...
The men dared not think further. They tightened their belts and intended to leave, but before they could take half a step, they were blocked by a group of men in black wielding sabers.
The men: ...
The familiar voice came from behind them again, "Take him too."
The men: ...They had never encountered such a horrifying situation in their lives! It was too terrifying!
Would they be allowed to leave this room if they didn't take this person away?
Damn it! This was too perverse!
Ming Li, hearing no movement outside the screen, produced a folding fan from somewhere and tapped it rhythmically on the table in front of her.
You ask where the table came from?
The answer is that it was just moved in by Lan Yi.
With every tap of the fan on the table, the hearts of the men trembled, fearing that the person inside would order them all to be eliminated the next second.
Finally.
The men resigned themselves to their fate. They dragged Qin Zhanhan out like sacks, each holding one of his legs. As they reached the door, Qin Zhanhan's head was also violently bumped. If not for the potency of the soporific smoke, he would have woken up long ago.
The men glanced at the handsome man being dragged on the ground, their hearts filled with despair.
Since they were all going to die anyway, would those people let them live after knowing such a thing?
It was better to have a fleeting moment of pleasure and become ghosts of pleasure. In that way, they would still be profiting.