widowed with sickness

It wasn't until the inkstone fell to the ground that the emperor realized what he had done—since he sat on the dragon chair, he became more and more used to hiding his emotions. In recent years, he has rarely acted like this.

After a moment of bewilderment, he sat back, leaned back, and closed his eyes.

The general was biting the bullet and preparing to bear the wrath of the thunder, but he waited for a long time, but nothing came.

He quietly raised his head, seeing the emperor's appearance of rejecting people thousands of miles away, and then quietly lowered his head.

Until the servant knocked lightly on the door of the study, breaking the silence of the room.

"Your Majesty, the water is ready."

The emperor responded lightly and asked the general to take a bath.

The general looked astonished, and boldly observed the emperor's face again, and went obediently.

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The steam in the bath made of white marble curls up, and the medicinal herbs floating on the water surface are cold and calming, and the fragrance is slightly bitter.

Dismissing the servant, the general skillfully stripped off his clothes and jumped into the pool.

This bathing pool was the place where the emperor bathed daily. Although it was not carefully crafted, the materials used were excellent.

The emperor was always afraid of the cold. Although he had no interest in those extravagant heating methods, he still liked to take a hot bath every night.Upon learning of this, the general immediately turned his storehouse upside down. By the time the emperor reacted and wanted to refuse, various stones had already been piled up in the palace to form a hill.

Of course, the general is not bad - at least he has an extra good place to do some indescribable things with the emperor.

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He poured hot water on himself one after another, the general looked at the herbs sticking to his fingertips, and didn't know what it was like.

It was the same in the past, not to mention eating less food and wearing less clothes, even if I lost an hour of sleep at night, the emperor could see it.

At first the general was quite flattered, but later... he got used to it.

It wasn't until this moment that the emperor was angered that he regretted that he hadn't cherished it well before.

I don't know if the emperor will treat me so kindly in the future... The general poked the black bruise on his shoulder that had just been smashed by the inkstone as if masochistic, and his whole body was a little slumped.

In fact, as long as the emperor is willing to expose the bad thing last night, the general doesn't care how the emperor deals with him.

It would be great if the emperor could treat him as before when he got angry.

——Thinking about it, the general himself felt a little shameless...