As the first ray of sunshine gently fell on Zhao Fu's face and he slowly opened his eyes, he looked at the figures around him, as well as the two beauties in his arms. One was the cold and arrogant Princess Han Shuang, and the other was the flirtatious and sexy Lefran. Seeing this, Zhao Fu bitterly laughed.
Princess Han Shuang gradually woke up and her face reddened as she looked at Zhao Fu and said, "Emperor, now can you let us and our hubby leave?"
Zhao Fu slightly frowned and said in a menacing tone, "I don't like my women being touched by others, and I don't like the way you address me."
Princess Han Shuang inwardly sighed; she had already guessed at her fate. Now that her body had been taken by Zhao Fu, she was no longer of any use to Long Yang. She could not become his woman, and she could only accept this.