The sky darkened.
Inner hall of Zhao Hua Palace.
Chen Mo leaned on a small couch, gazing at the tranquil slumbering face.
Delicate features, small red lips, the dim candlelight cast a warm hue over the cheeks, vaguely revealing the fine hairs on the white, tender skin.
The brows occasionally furrowed lightly, even in sleep, a trace of melancholy lingered between the brows and eyes.
"Ah..."
Chen Mo sighed softly.
After learning of their "affair", the Empress felt somewhat apprehensive.
Although she kept saying she wanted to confront it, when it came to crunch time, she didn't know how to face it.
The man favored by both her niece and younger sister-in-law had already climbed onto her Phoenix Couch... the sense of betrayal as a "married woman" tormented her greatly.
Chen Mo had comforted her with kind words for a long time before the Empress managed to calm down somewhat.
