Her wrist felt scorchingly hot, a strong pulsation unlike any before, wave after wave, engulfing her like a raging storm!
"Empress?"
Chen Mo noticed something was amiss, looked up, and was momentarily stunned.
He saw Yu Youhan with a lost look in her eyes, a touch of crimson blooming from her cheeks and spreading to her slender neck, yet her demeanor remained noble and majestic, like a wild poppy blooming at the peak of a snowy mountain.
Poisonous, lethal, yet bewitchingly beautiful.
Realizing his gaze, Yu Youhan bit her vermilion lips, her voice trembling, "Dog-like lackey, do, do not look at this palace!"
"Yes."
As Chen Mo lowered his gaze, he caught a strong, rich fragrance.
Following the scent to its source.
It seemed...
Suddenly, his vision blurred, the Empress's figure disappeared from sight, leaving only her voice echoing in the air:
"The hour is late, this palace is tired, you may withdraw."
"...this subordinate takes his leave."
