The palace was a swirl of intrigue, and during Emperor Yan's Longevity Festival, someone quietly passed away.
Outside the palace, the Hall of Joyous Union in Prince Jin's Mansion, however, was ablaze with passion.
"Wufu, be good, take this and you won't feel so bad." Ah Jiu fed the antidote to Wufu.
Wufu pleaded through tears, clinging to him like an octopus, never had he seen her so disheveled.
Ah Jiu's heart ached, he fed her the medicine, carried her into the sleeping chamber.
The maidservants had already lit the red candles and withdrew.
Ah Jiu placed her on the bed, gently brushed away her sweat-drenched hair. Heaven knows, he didn't wish to be united with her under such circumstances.
Their first time should be beautiful, with both of them clearly aware of each other, not as it was now, in her state of delirium.
Bastard!
Ah Jiu cursed once more in his heart, looked down at Wufu desperately gripping his clothes, sighed, and reached to undress her.
