Upon hearing this, Lin Yi's eyes suddenly sparkled, and the beautiful visage of the Empress instantly emerged in his mind.
Feeling the hands on his shoulders come to a sudden halt, and almost hearing the man's thoughts, the young Emperor felt a surge of irritation.
Annoyed, he brushed off the other's hands from his shoulder:
"Hmph, truly useless. The last time I assisted you, the Empress was fully filled by me, yet you still failed to succeed. It's beyond me what use you are."
The words were clearly filled with dissatisfaction.
Of course, this discontent was not because Lin Yi truly lacked the ability, but rather it was due to what Lin Yi was thinking.
Discontented with Lin Yi's incessant preoccupation with the Empress.
After all, she's just a woman, and how could a woman not feel jealous?
It's just that she can't openly show jealousy, after all, her external identity is that of the Emperor, a man's physique.
"Heh, it's not my fault, Your Majesty.
