Behind the Qingping Hall, all those eerie torture chambers, all those bloodstained instruments have long disappeared. Except for a missing hot spring, this place resembles the "little nest" Chen Yunqi had initially prepared for Chu Xuan.
The hall is paved with green stones, ascending steps made of white jade, and at the top stands a purple sandalwood canopy bed draped with white silk curtains.
This bed is large and exquisite, with a carved floral corridor outside the bed frame, eaves are floating, and the panels are engraved with pear blossoms, making it look like a small house within the hall.
After the clouds receded and the rain stopped, Chu Xuan leaned on the bed, looking calm, as if he was pondering over some memories.
Wu Gou revealed her snow-white, tender skin, her chest full and proud, her waist slim enough to embrace with one hand, lazily nestled in his arms, a satisfied glow on her face.
