No one could tell whether she'd fallen ill or was deliberately showing off that the emperor had spent the night in her quarters.
But she had not even bothered to conceal the dark circles beneath her eyes. Her body swayed unsteadily as she greeted Feng Ling, and at one point she nearly collapsed to the floor. Forcing a frail smile, she murmured breathlessly, "Your Highness, forgive me… this concubine lost her balance for a moment. My leg… still aches from yesterday."
She left it vague, but everyone in the side hall knew exactly what she meant. Unfortunately for her, she had gravely misjudged Feng Ling. Feng Ling was far too naïve in such matters. She had been meant to marry next year, not this year, so her mother had never taught her what truly transpired between husband and wife.
"So how could she possibly know the reason why Qing Yao's eyes were heavy with dark circles and why she could barely walk?"
