The lights in Weiyang Palace stayed on late into the night again.
The Emperor had been busy, so it had been a while since Jiang Xian last attended to him. The experience was like a satisfying workout with a handsome, eight-pack-adorned man—it brought undeniable physical pleasure. Jiang Xian treated it as her duty, but she also took pleasure in it.
She activated all her beautification auras, purchased Fragrance Floating, and adjusted her body temperature to the most comfortable level. Holding her, soft and fragrant, the Emperor felt like he was embracing his favorite little cake—he could never get enough. "Xian'er, you seem to have a sweet scent about you. What kind of incense are you using?"
"What scent? Your Majesty must be joking with me."
"It's true, I'm not teasing you. It smells like milk cake."
"..."
'I get it.' Jiang Xian realized he was smelling milk cake on her only because he was craving it himself.
