Ashley Bowen lay down stiffly beside Yuri Sinclair, but she couldn't fall asleep at all. She felt like she was sleeping next to a pervert, and goosebumps erupted all over her skin.
That night, the two in the Palace of Tranquility had a restless sleep, while those in the Palace of Obeisance couldn't stop smiling.
"Hailey, do you think those two kids will hit it off tonight, all passion and fire?"
On a low couch embroidered with vibrant red peonies, the Empress Dowager knelt before a small tea table, cracking melon seeds. Hailey sat opposite her, serving her with the utmost respect.
"Your Majesty, after your trip to England, you've certainly become much bolder... I dare not answer that." Hailey kept her head bowed low, her face flushing beet-red. Even in her fifties, she had never known a man, and now she was being asked to discuss the private affairs of Yuri and Ashley with the Empress Dowager. Of course, she was mortified.
