Chapter 557: The Emperor is a Slave

Liu Rushuang smiled darkly then. “Not unless you agree to be my slave for a day.”

Han Moze’s handsome face turned dark immediately, but he eventually took a deep breath and forced himself to say, “Fine, as long as you don’t go too far. Can you let go of my ears now?”

“We’ll start right now, then! We’ll keep this up until lunch tomorrow—I trust you won’t renege on your promise, then?” Liu Rushuang said loftily as she freed Han Moze’s ear.

She most definitely would seize this chance for an almighty bullying on the tyrant, so that he could have a taste of his own medicine.

Han Moze’s teeth were almost clenched. “Fine, I promise that I won’t regret it.”

“Good, now stand over at a corner and serve me!” Liu Rushuang batted her eyelashes, immediately acting as if she was the master.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Han Moze smiled evilly then, but entertained Liu Rushuang’s wishes by letting her free, getting off the chair and standing over at a corner.

Liu Rushuang smiled lightly—she had always presumed that the tyrant was constantly rigid, and did not expect him to virtually fit the part of a slave.

Glancing at the table, she then ordered, “Little Ze, bring me one of those Four Blessings Dumplings!”

Han Moze gnashed his teeth discreetly.

What was she talking about? Little Ze?! He would get her for this later!

Still, he picked up a pair of chopsticks on the table, pinched one of the dumplings and held it beside her lips respectfully.

Liu Rushuang opened her lips slightly in response, but soon noticed that he was not putting it in her mouth, and so snapped, “Insolence!”

“Forgive me, Your Majesty! It’s all my fault!”

Han Moze was hiding a smile even as he put the dumpling between those alluring lips. The crystalline glint on her little mouth was leaving him itching for a firm kiss.

Liu Rushuang snorted coolly. “I don’t want that to happen ever again! Got it? Space out again and… I’ll beat you!”

“Yes, Your Majesty! Your humble servant will learn from your guidance!” Han Moze replied, having no other choice—the woman really got addicted to the roleplay!

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An hour after Han Moze’s servitude, Liu Rushuang was finally full.

Noticing that the whole table was still full of remaining dishes, she generally said, “Little Ze, you may have the rest of the food as your reward! Remember to return to me and resume your duties of serving me after you’ve eaten!”

“Thank you for your generous reward, Your Majesty.”

Liu Rushuang gave him one last look before heading to the back of the palace.

After watching her leave, Han Moze took a seat and had a few mouthfuls before ordering the servants to clean up.

He waited for a while before heading to the back of the palace. There, he found Liu Rushuang reading while laying at the edge of her bed, with the colored lanterns around her amplifying her unparalleled beauty.

Han Moze gulped, wanting nothing more to lunge at her right then.

On the other hand, when Liu Rushuang saw him arrive, she ordered, “Come, massage my legs!”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Han Moze’s lips arched devilishly, and he bowed slightly in respect as he approached.

Taking a deep breath and straightening his robes, he knelt beside the bed and reached out to rub those luscious legs hidden beneath elegant clothes.

Being well-versed in medicine, Han Moze would kill multiple birds with one stone—rubbing into a critical point with every touch.

Liu Rushuang’s legs were growing weak in pleasure. The tyrant was really knowledgeable, just as she had a nagging feeling that he was up to something, but could not quite put her finger on it.

Then, as she felt her head spin, her whole body abruptly stiffened and she quickly ordered, “Stop, Little Ze!”

Nonetheless, Han Moze smiled devilishly and stopped obediently, asking with a look of concern, “What’s wrong, Your Majesty?”

“W-What did you just do to me?”

“You’ve wronged me, Your Majesty! I have done nothing!” Han Moze answered with a light smile and a sinister gaze.

Liu Rushuang frowned, but was soon unable to hold on and fell unconscious.

It was a trap!