Happiness crossed the Second Prince's face.
Imperial Noble Consort Chang's face grew complicated, with a degree of happiness and a degree of helplessness. An aged and unattractive consort could only maintain her position in the Imperial Palace by gifting young and beautiful women to the Emperor.
After the dance, the woman moved off of the lotus, slowly approaching the stairs. Her dress floated in the wind, the alluring red and golden silk drifting in her wake. All the noble young ladies could only feel shame before the beauty.
She bowed before the stairs, her voice alto and hoarse and all the more attractive for its uniqueness. When she spoke, people could not help but think of scarlet bed curtains and lover quits and pinkness and softness. When she bowed, her neck and cleavage were like the yawning dream that all men yearned for.
The woman's charm was one of steadiness and seduction, and her exquisite charm lent her enchantment all the more power.
