Inside the gilded hall of the Dali imperial palace, Moli leaned lazily against the dragon throne, her fingertips gently toying with a lock of black hair belonging to The Emperor, Jiang Qinghan. Outside the hall, the courtiers' memorial impeachment petitions flew about like snowflakes, but Jiang Qinghan turned a deaf ear to them all, focusing intently on painting the cinnabar patterns on her nail guards.
"Liuli, is this color to your liking?" His voice was exceedingly tender, as if this were not the imperial court, but their own private sanctuary.
Moli let out a soft laugh, the cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye trembling slightly with her smile. "If The Emperor is willing to kill those stubborn old fools for me, this color will look even brighter." Her tone carried a hint of banter, yet she genuinely wished those ministers who opposed her would stop their noisy complaining.
Chapter 24