As his words fell, there was no movement behind the screen. It was as quiet as if he was the only one in the temple.

'You have left me alone all night, do you still want to continue?'

Zhao Cuo muttered something in his heart and carefully raised his gaze to look forward. Suddenly, the palace maid Fei Wu walked out from behind the screen.

"Mother... let you go in."

The aunt in charge of the inner palace looked at Zhao Cuo with a strange expression and said.

"Um?"

Zhao Cuo was also stunned. Behind the screen is the real sleeping place of the Queen Mother, right? This is a place where a minister of his can enter. Judging from Fei Wu's surprised expression, he can't be the only one to receive such treatment, right?

There was no time for him to think too much, Fei Wu quickly led him towards the inner hall. As soon as he walked around the screen, the cool and cool woman's breath, as sweet as mint candy, poured into Zhao Cuo's nostrils, leaving his brain still filled with thoughts.

The remaining bit of sleepiness disappeared.

Mr. Zhao, who was still wearing a red wedding dress, unconsciously raised his head and looked forward.

"call!"

Zhao Cuo's breathing suddenly stagnated, and his vision was completely taken away at this moment. Even though he knew how dangerous this woman was, his eyes and brain were out of control, and he fell into a state of freeze as if being forcibly controlled.

'What the hell is this Queen Mother?'

The first thing that came into his eyes was a bed carved from warm jade. A woman who completely did not match the image he imagined was sitting on the edge of the bed, as if she had just woken up and had not yet washed herself.

The Queen Mother, who held the highest power in the Yu Dynasty, looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. She was obviously plumper than his newlywed wife. She was wearing a girly black chest-length skirt, which highlighted her beautiful figure.

The figure, every arc from top to bottom is just right, and the bones and flesh are even.

Her dark red hair is draped over her shoulders in a messy but beautiful way. At first glance, her majestic phoenix eyes are as hot and bright as burning and flowing gold. It is impossible to look at her, but after you get used to her gaze, you will see her again.

I found that those eyes were only slightly golden.

How to describe her appearance? Zhao Cuo didn't want to use vulgar words to describe it. He could only say that this unpainted face reminded him of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River on the screen. Her thin eyebrows were like those in the soft rain.

The wicker branches and the elegant nose are as handsome as the green hills that connect the waterfront, and the little red lips are the petals of flowers that are as red as fire after the weather clears.

More than her appearance, what is more irresistible to Zhao Cuo is her dignified, plain and calm temperament. When a person cannot be tempted, offended and unshakable, there is something charming about her.

'Am I actually a hero?'
Chapter completed!