Chapter 726: He Wished Lethargy On His Master

Chapter 726: He Wished Lethargy On His Master

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He stepped forward, took the soup pot, and was about to leave when he suddenly heard his master say, “The soup won’t taste good if it gets cold. You can drink it here.”

Zhao Qian, “…”

A conflicted expression appeared on his face. “Master, my table manners are poor, and I wouldn’t dare to upset you and Her Highness. I’ll go somewhere else to drink it.”

“No matter how poor your table manners are, the Empress and I won’t be shocked. Just go ahead and drink it.” Long Yang shot him a cool glance.

Alarmed, Zhao Qian did not dare to refuse again. “Of course, I’ll drink it right away.” With that, he removed the lid and drank the soup directly from the pot with the ladle.

“It’s delicious. Thank you for the reward, Master, Your Highness.” He thanked them as he continued to drink, spilling a lot in the process.

Long Yang’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not allowed to spill a single drop of soup that I rewarded you with.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Zhao Qian said quickly, caught off guard.

True to his word, not a single drop was left when he was finished.

However, when Zhao Qian had finally polished the whole pot, he felt like he was about to collapse, and he had even broken out in a cold sweat.

Could it be that Master had realized that something was unusual about this soup and wanted payback?

As he thought about this, he knelt and said with a doleful expression, “I’m starting to sweat all over from drinking the soup, so I’ll excuse myself first. When I’ve cleaned up, I’ll come back to continue serving you, Master and Your Highness.”

Long Yang was unexpectedly amiable at this moment. “No need for that. It’s already late, anyway, so you can just go to bed. Your service is not needed here.”

If this man were not his master, Zhao Qian would have hurled a string of nasty insults in his face.

However, this man was his master. What else could he do?

Pulling a long face, he was about to exit through the doors when he heard his sly master say, “By the way, you’ve been by my side all these years, and you at least deserve credit for your efforts, if not your accomplishments. You must be lonely, spending long nights all by yourself. Do you need me to select a few beautiful women for you?”

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Zhao Qian stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Forcing a smile, he said, “Surely you’re jesting, Master. I’m a eunuch. Why would I need women?”

The corners of Long Yang’s mouth curled upward. “You’re right. I just feel sorry to see you work so hard. If you ever need anything, just let me know.”

“Thank you for your kindness, Master.” Zhao Qian looked like he was close to shedding emotional tears, but he was actually cursing his master in his heart.

How could this jerk rub salt into his wound like this?

So what if he had a manhood?

In that case, he wished lethargy on his master!

After Zhao Qian left, Lu Liangwei could not hold herself back anymore and collapsed onto the table in a fit of laughter.

“You’re so mean, Your Majesty!”

At this point, she finally realized what was so strange about that soup.

How bold of Zhao Qian to lie to the Emperor that deer penis soup was hen soup!

He truly deserved commendation for his courage!

How wonderful, now the Emperor gave him the soup as a reward.

Would Eunuch Zhao be all right at night after finishing that whole pot of soup?

Amid her laughter, she suddenly felt a grip on her waist as the man’s strong arms picked her up from behind.

“Let’s take a bath, Weiwei.” The man’s deep and mellow voice sounded in her ear, sending a tingly feeling through her heart.

Recalling his awful behavior last night, Lu Liangwei shook her head decisively in refusal. “No.”

Long Yang tightened his hold on her waist, and after a moment’s thought, he said patiently, “You’ve never bathed me before, Weiwei. Why don’t you bathe me tonight?”

Lu Liangwei’s eyes narrowed. “You’re an able-bodied person, Your Majesty. Why would you need someone else to help you with something as simple as bathing?”

Long Yang pinched her cheek.. “It’s an act of romance. Don’t you understand?”

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