In a different place in the Autumn Palace, at night, specifically in the royal garden, where exotic and luscious flowers were blooming, two people were having a dilly dally.
A mother and a son, to be exact.
"Oh, come on, son, don't be a pussy," the mother said, grabbing her son's shirt and pulling him closer.
"Let go, Mother," he protested. "There are always people here. If someone saw us, that'll be the end of us." The boy was right about this; there weren't many places where they could have their little rendezvous without being seen by other people passing through.
