Fifth Concubine's room was a mess—cups, plates, and teacups shattered all over the floor.
A tall, muscular man was lying on his side by the door. He looked slightly over thirty and had somewhat attractive facial features. His eyes were tightly shut, and his green robe was pulled apart to reveal a black-colored belt embellished with jasper loosened at his waist.
Near him, a woman lay—hair scattered and face pale. Her eyes were shut tightly, and the southern pearl and jasper hairpin on her head was tilted. It was Fifth Concubine.
Ye Jiuge let out a sigh of relief to see that her clothes were still on. If they had been in the throes of illicit love-making, she would have been powerless to save Fifth Concubine.
Su Yufeng frowned. The scene in front of her diverged from the plan!
Why are they unconscious instead of lying in bed? Never mind, this should suffice as "catching them in the act."
