"Well……"

Upon hearing the commotion, Empress Dowager Zhao opened her majestic pale golden eyes. Then she was stunned for a moment as if she noticed something, and cast her lazy eyes to the other side of the big bed with interest.

A rebellious and honorable disciple was sleeping soundly with a book in her hand that she was reading last night.

Teru Qinglan couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth as she thought about what might be going on.

'Stay back.'

She raised her hand and waved to Fei Wu, who was standing beside him in cold sweat. Then she straightened up with a smile and leaned towards Zhao Cuo, who had not yet realized that the danger was approaching.

The quilt covered him.

It was a consensus among the government and the public that the Queen Mother could not be so gentle, and in fact it was true. She showed a wicked smile and got into Young Master Zhao's bed.

Then he raised his hand and pushed his shoulder.

"Um?"

Zhao Cuo, who was already in a light sleep state, woke up instantly. When he opened his eyes, he saw a domineering and beautiful face, and he froze on the bed.

"Zhao Cuo, you are so brave!"

The Queen Mother scolded her with a straight face!

"I called you into the palace to obey my orders, but you climbed onto the bed! You even got into my quilt! Don't you, a sycophant, take seriously the way of a king and his ministers taught by the saints?"

"Your Majesty, please calm down..."

The strange feeling of being under the same thin quilt as the empress dowager made it difficult for Mr. Zhao to calm down. The warmth in the quilt made him a little restless, but his reason told him that it was best not to act rashly now.

After forcing himself to calm down, Zhao Cuo quickly discovered the problem. Judging from the position where he was lying now, the woman deliberately pulled the quilt up to tease him, right?

But even if he realizes this, he can't just say it.

"What can you say!"

The Queen Mother asked again with a cold face.

"I am aware of my guilt..."

Zhao Cuo, who had no excuse, could only admit his mistake. The problem was indeed with him who accidentally fell asleep. As he spoke, he wanted to get up from the bed.

"Did I ask you to move?"

However, Teru Qinglan was approaching him! He directly brought his fair and fat face forward, and the distance between their faces was so close that their breaths intertwined.

"The Queen Mother?"

Zhao Cuo couldn't help but look into her golden eyes where he could see the look in his eyes.

"I have been a widow for only three years. Even though the late emperor is no longer here, as the mother of the emperor, how dare you have any unreasonable thoughts?"

Empress Dowager Zhao snorted softly.

'Stop talking to yourself here!'

Young Master Zhao can't fix it for her.

"Not mist!"

She suddenly shouted outside the screen.

"I remember that you are proficient in the art of painting, and came in to draw the evil deeds of this treacherous official and traitor who stayed in the bed at night, leaving evidence so that this deviant can be punished with death!"

"Yes...obey!"

Fei Wu's somewhat messy voice came in, but in just a few snaps she walked in with the paint. When she saw the unusual scene on the jade couch, she almost staggered.

"painting!"

The Queen Mother looked proudly at Zhao Cuo who looked hopeless, she raised her hand to pinch his cheek with a bright smile, and then stretched her other jade arm under his head.

"How dare you, a scoundrel, use my arm as a pillow?"

She blatantly beat the rake down.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me."

Feeling the tenderness under his head, Zhao Cuo had given up on treatment and succumbed to the demonic power of the Queen Mother.

"Is the minister writing now?"

Fei Wuzhan asked tremblingly.

"Hmm~"

The Queen Mother lazily gave orders. She kept squeezing Mr. Zhao's face, deliberately wanting this terrible scene to be recorded.

Because he was about to go to court, Fei Wu wrote quickly.

She faithfully recorded the scene on the bed like a camera.

"It's okay, ma'am."

"Let me see."

Empress Dowager Zhao then let go of the young man in front of her, happily lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked to the side of the palace maid with her white and exquisite lotus feet.

"Nice painting."

She smiled and waved to Zhao Cuo who sat up on the bed with a tired look on his face.

"come over."

Young Master Zhao stepped forward, supporting his body which was even weaker than when he came.

"What do you think of Fei Wu's painting?"

"Regardless of the content of the painting, it is still a very good painting."

He looked at the scene on the drawing paper where he and the Empress Dowager Dayu were lying on the bed, flirting, and said.

"You mean I'm not good-looking?"

The Queen Mother raised her slender eyebrows.

"What I'm saying is that this painting is extremely beautiful."

Zhao Cuo took a deep breath.

"Feiwu's painting indeed has a style that has been passed down through the ages."

Empress Dowager Zhao nodded with satisfaction.

'Wouldn't I still be known as a troublemaker in the palace after thousands of years?'

Zhao Cuo felt a little uncomfortable.

"Fei Wu, you can have this painting framed and hang it there."

The Queen Mother pointed to the most conspicuous location in the inner hall and said.

"yes……"

Feiwu, who didn't dare to show the painting to a fourth person, secretly decided to do it himself.

"It's almost time to go to court, right?"

As the Empress Dowager Zhao spoke, she glanced at Young Master Zhao again with a half-smile.

"I won't punish you this time for Zhao's mistake of climbing into the bed by mistake, but you will have to be punished. Come and comb my hair."

"I haven't combed the woman's hair yet..."

Zhao Cuo didn't think this was a punishment, but he really didn't know how to do it.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know. I can teach you anything. Do you want to leave all your first times to me?"

When she heard this, she smiled instead of getting angry.

"oh……"

Zhao Cuo did not accept her strange words.

"come on."

The Empress Dowager walked to the dressing table with cheerful steps and sat down. Young Master Zhao was forced to pick up the comb and use it for the first time, reluctantly combing the woman's dark red hair neatly.

"You should be prepared for what I want to arrange for you to do, right?"

After washing herself, the Queen Mother suppressed the smile on her face.

"yes."

Zhao Cuo nodded.

"Then follow me to court."

She smiled sweetly again and took Young Master Zhao's hand, and was about to walk out when she suddenly turned back to look at him.

"I have worn all the clothes you gave me, Zhao Cuo."

The Queen Mother naturally raised her hand and pulled down the skirt of her dress, revealing her white and pink shoulders, and a light blue belt appeared in his eyes.

"As long as the queen likes it."

Zhao, who didn't want to be fooled by her beauty, looked away without a trace.

"But how do you know my size?"

The Empress Dowager smiled sweetly and held his cheeks with both hands.

"this……"

Zhao Cuo just wanted to tell the reason he had thought of for a long time but was interrupted again.

"Even if I don't tell you, I know this. You are a slut and your eyes are always wandering around my body. You know exactly where I pay the most attention."

Not only was she not angry as she spoke, she leaned forward slightly provocatively.
Chapter completed!