The woman who entered was breathtaking.
Yu Xiang's violet eyes widened as she took in the newcomer's appearance—soft, flowing curves that seemed to move with natural grace, dark hair that caught the light like silk, and an aura of gentle warmth that filled the entire room.
Vines trailed around her form like living jewelry, their emerald leaves seeming to pulse with life energy, while her full figure was accentuated by robes that managed to be both modest and alluring.
But what truly shocked Yu Xiang wasn't the woman's beauty.
It was the Emperor's face.
The moment his eyes—crimson mixed with gold, hard to tell which color every time—fell upon the newcomer, his entire expression… softened.
The sharp, calculating look that had been assessing her and Chen melted away, replaced by something warm, tender, almost vulnerable.
It was the same expression she'd witnessed a week ago.
Yu Xiang's mind reeled as the memory surfaced with crystal clarity.
