Trailing behind him was a throng that resembled countless eunuchs, guards, and palace maids following after an uprooted radish with clumps of soil still attached.
Zhou Zongbao gazed at the tightly closed red gauze canopy and bellowed twice.
"Little Bao, Noble Consort Xi isn't wearing any clothes. After all, she is your younger brother's wife. Dare to lift the gauze and try!" Emperor Zhoulin, gasping for air, covered the panicked Noble Consort Xi's mouth and hollered out towards the canopy.
Zhou Zongbao, his eyes red with fury, waited for the curtains of the canopy to part. His face alternated between shades of crimson and ashen, as he bitterly exclaimed, "Zhoulin, you shameless old man, how dare you flee into a woman's bed!"
Emperor Zhoulin, his face wrinkled into a ball, glanced at his own dragon robe, torn to shreds, and couldn't help but smile wryly inwardly. Face? With his condition, what face did he have left to worry about?