The Emperor had been preoccupied with court affairs these past few days, and with the Empress Dowager bedridden due to illness, Shen Wei grew overly bold. In broad daylight, she secretly met with an outsider.
Lu Xuan clenched her sleeves tightly.
She knew—this was her chance to bring Shen Wei down.
Though Little Qin was excited, she retained a sliver of caution. "Mistress," she said, "Consort Shen has always been bold yet meticulous. Such a glaring mistake today—could it be a trap?"
Lu Xuan curved her lips into a smile. "Opportunities like this don't come twice."
Fortune favors the bold—it was worth the risk.
Besides, Lu Xuan was pregnant. Even if she made a mistake, the Emperor would likely show leniency for the sake of the child in her womb.
...
Night fell.
Yongning Palace was quiet, the rooms warm as spring. Shen Wei lay sprawled on a pillow, dressed in a soft white cotton sleeping robe. The hem had ridden up, revealing a slender, pale waist, smooth yet resilient.
