The faint, bitter scent of cedar lingered in the tent.
The turmoil and emotion in Shen Yinning's eyes gradually faded away.
The quilt and the man's firm, muscular chest felt like a burning furnace. Even though every inch of her body was aflame with heat, a chill crept from her heart and lungs, silently spreading to her limbs and bones.
Cold.
Her crimson lips parted slightly, instinctively wanting to utter the word, but she abruptly stopped it at the tip of her tongue.
As if saying that one word would place her at a disadvantage in her game with Lu Ying.
She should have foreseen this.
Anyone who ascended to that position would naturally have three palaces, six courts, and three thousand beauties.
What emperor would not?
Moreover, the Huo Family was his maternal clan. Marrying within the clan would further cement his reign.
Not to mention Huo Mingyan, his childhood sweetheart and cousin, who was naturally closer to him than other women.
