Rustle, rustle, rustle!
The night was shrouded in darkness, stirring ripples upon ripples, everything was so peaceful, yet at this moment, the footsteps outside Ganlu Palace seemed particularly grating.
Within the palace, the Empress's face was as delicate as peach blossoms, her lips tightly bitten as she endured the pain from the interlacing of two finger techniques.
She circulated her cultivation technique on the side, allowing the two dragon energies to merge and entangle with each other.
In the midst of pain and pleasure, she suddenly heard footsteps, her pupils shrank, her face revealing an unusual shade of panic, as if caught in an act of adultery.
This emotion was unparalleled for her, filling her with shame and anger, but she quickly suppressed it.
Taking a deep breath, she regained her usual indifferent demeanor and coldly spoke.
"Who is outside the palace?"
