After Jiang Xian came down, Chen Daying wrapped her hands under her armpits and gave her a little lift. "How strange."
"What's strange?"
"You looked as light as a feather just now, but you've got some real weight to you."
Jiang Xian wasn't offended at being called heavy. She pulled Chen Daying's hand to her own waist and suddenly tensed. Beneath her palace dress, the waist that was as supple as a serpent's coil suddenly revealed defined abs. "Of course I have weight. My training isn't for nothing."
She had intentionally sculpted her body and controlled her training so she wouldn't develop a brawny physique that went against the era's beauty standards. The Emperor himself was a martial artist, so he greatly appreciated her fitness when they tumbled in bed. Chen Daying, on the other hand, was a typical lady of the boudoir, lacking even the strength to tie up a chicken, which is why she found Jiang Xian so heavy.
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