He suddenly felt some reluctance, this body in the pitch-black night was like a shivering poppy, possessing fatal poison yet irresistibly drawing him in.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he said nothing at all.
All he did tonight was to gently embrace her from behind, his broad palm resting on her belly.
Tonight, he didn't stop her from talking, and listened to her endlessly recounting childhood fun, back when she was little, before the Zuo Family had scorned her.
Back then, she was happy, a happiness that she would cherish for a lifetime, and she hoped her child could be just as happy.
When she finally fell into a deep sleep, it was already the latter part of the night.
Jin Wei, as usual, got up, dressed, and gently kissed her forehead.
As dawn approached, King Jin, supported by a servant, entered Madam Zuo's courtyard, still senseless from the excess drink he had indulged in the night before.
