Even the palace maids outside, with their imaginations considered rich, could never envisage the powerful impact of witnessing it firsthand.
The young Empress sprawled entirely across the desk, disorderly papers scattered, her delicate hands weakly resting on the desktop, her eyes vacant and her face flushed red. Her Dragon Robe was disheveled, slightly open at the chest, rhythmically swaying with the movements behind her...
The visual impact was indescribable, truly capable of leaving one's mind blank in the moment.
Vermilion Bird still managed to picture herself in that scene, wondering if she also looked so unsightly...
"I've been out there fighting hard, running around in heavy snow to protect whose Jiangshan? And here you are in the cozy, warm Imperial Study, stealing a man! Stealing my man!"
No wonder some Emperors historically who indulged in Ministers' wives incited rebellions. Look at this empathy; it's exactly the same, isn't it!
