Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

Han Moze stood up, grinning wickedly as he leered at the unconscious Liu Rushuang. Then, holding his hands before himself to look at the remaining drugs on it, he took out his napkin to wipe it nonchalantly.

Just now, while he had been massaging her feet, he used inner breath to deliver that sedative into the woman’s body.

He then turned and headed to the hot spring, and the sun had already set after he had a bath.

Returning to bed buck-naked, he pulled off the sheets and undid Liu Rushuang’s sash, as well as everything else, putting everything at a stool in the corner before he went to town on that supple body.

In her drug-induced sleep, Liu Rushuang would occasionally frown or moan, but did not react otherwise.

She seemed to see someone pumping into her in her dream, but could not see the person’s face.

Either way, Han Moze wrapped his arms tightly around her and slept after the deed was done.

The next morning, he carried her to the hot spring spiritedly instead of attending morning court.

After that, he personally helped her with her makeup and attire.

She was still asleep after it was all done, a sleeping beauty free for Han Moze to play with.

He could not help grinning. “Let’s see if you dare to treat me as a slave now.”

Heading to the rack, he took out a tiny white bottle and held it in front of her nose.

Liu Rushuang inhaled the antidote and slowly opened her groggy eyes. What happened last night soon reached her mind, and she promptly sat up, her legs and hips sore—it seemed that her dreams last night actually happened for real!

There was a fiery gaze in her eyes right then, and she coolly said, “On your knees, Little Ze!”

She did not forget that they were still roleplaying, after all.

Han Moze frowned lightly, straightened his robe and knelt squarely before her, and she slapped his handsome face viciously—twice.

“You wretch!” She snapped. “Have you any idea what you’ve done?!”

“It’s all my fault, Your Majesty!”

Han Moze braced the humiliation and kowtowed, speaking humbly.

“Raised your head!” She gritted her teeth, fuming.

A slight look of embarrassment showed on Han Moze’s face at that, since no one had hit him like that before. Still, he breathed a quiet sigh before straightening himself to look up at Liu Rushuang.

Slap, slap, slap, slap—

“That’s for the children! Don’t you know that all drugs can be poisonous?! What if the children were harmed?! Could you bear that responsibility?!”

Liu Rushuang barraged him with four quick slaps as she berated him. The tyrant was truly outrageous, and would not even care about their children in his insistence to satisfy his animal instincts.

Han Moze’s cheeks were aching a little from the slaps, and could not help grit his teeth while taking a deep breath to speak with a rather dark look, “Forgive me, Your Majesty, but trust your humble servant in that the medicine applied on you has no side effects. The children in your bellies are in good health!”

Liu Rushuang sighed softly. She really had a rush of blood to her head from her indignation—just thinking about what horridness that tyrant did last night left her fuming, and so roleplayed with those demands of hers. Though she believed that the tyrant would never kneel before her, let alone take her beating without complaint, the outcome more than surprised her.

In fact, she had forgiven the tyrant completely right now. After flipping out at the tyrant for so long, she had avenged herself.

“Get on your feet if you know your mistake!” Liu Rushuang said icily.

“Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty.” Han Moze said respectfully before rising obediently with the demeanor of a slave.

Liu Rushuang laughed quietly.

The tyrant was quite fun to toy with, but she did not dare to order him around now—what if she was drugged again?