Inner hall bedroom.
The bronze censer smoldered, releasing delicate wisps of incense, while the red candle flickered in the white jade lamp, casting two shadows onto the beaded silver screen.
Chen Mo sat upright at the bedside, while Yu Youhan rested her head on a cushion embroidered with a Golden Phoenix facing the sun. Her plain long dress accentuated graceful curves, and a hint of laziness lingered in her eyes.
Seeing his composed demeanor, Yu Youhan scoffed, "Mr. Chen, weren't you quite outgoing during the mandarin duck play? Why are you pretending to be well-behaved now?"
?
Chen Mo cautiously said, "Empress, did you visit Xuanqing Pool? Then why didn't you come in back then?"
Yu Youhan gave a light hum and said, "What for? To be humiliated in front of Chu Yanli and Jiang Yuchan? Do you think I'm as shameless as they are?"
Chen Mo's mouth twitched slightly.
But cultivating on the Empress' bed doesn't seem much better either.
