Immediately, his gaze traced up along the curve of her leg, only to be obscured by the hem of her skirt, much like a cloud shrouding the peak of Luo Mountain, hiding the sight, spanning across ridges.
It made one want to disperse the clouds, revealing the blue sky and bright sun, dazzling and brilliant, in the vast world.
Zhenbao?
No... it should be a treasure...
Zhao Douan mused inwardly, his gaze sweeping over her white and slender swan-like neck, stopping on the Empress's face, as jade-like as a flower.
She seemed deeply intoxicated, her cheeks flushed, a layer of fragrant sweat beaded on her forehead, under the candlelight, her black hair spread out on the soft pillow, beautiful beyond compare.
"Your Majesty?"
Zhao Douan called softly, then prepared to close in on her.
The "inebriated" Xu Zhenguan, however, murmured softly, "Extinguish the lights..."
