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Outside the Empress's sleeping palace.
Ye Qinghong's eyes were firmly shut, her pupils, cold as wintry pools, already rippling with waves, looking rather shy, rather annoyed.
Damn it!
She had experienced this situation far too often.
Previously, she had barely managed to maintain her composure, but now, just outside the sleeping palace, outside her master's chambers.
She was only a few yards from her master.
In such a situation, how could she remain calm? A restless heat surged inside her, spreading throughout her heart, burning.
Her normally cold countenance now bore a tinge of redness, like blooming peach blossoms.
Thus she stood resolute upon the tree branch, gazing in the direction of the sleeping palace, biting her lips tightly.
For a moment, she felt a desire to take someone else's place.
