The Emperor is a Slave

Liu Rushuang smiled darkly then. "Not unless you agree to be my slave for a day."

Han Moze's handsome face turned dark immediately, but he eventually took a deep breath and forced himself to say, "Fine, as long as you don't go too far. Can you let go of my ears now?"

"We'll start right now, then! We'll keep this up until lunch tomorrow—I trust you won't renege on your promise, then?" Liu Rushuang said loftily as she freed Han Moze's ear.

She most definitely would seize this chance for an almighty bullying on the tyrant, so that he could have a taste of his own medicine.

Han Moze's teeth were almost clenched. "Fine, I promise that I won't regret it."

"Good, now stand over at a corner and serve me!" Liu Rushuang batted her eyelashes, immediately acting as if she was the master.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Han Moze smiled evilly then, but entertained Liu Rushuang's wishes by letting her free, getting off the chair and standing over at a corner.