In Maple Forest, within the Gallery of Shili.
A layer upon layer of mist had risen at some unknown time, swirling and billowing like a gossamer curtain that veiled everything within. Within this filmy shroud, two figures were faintly discernible, their outlines hazy and dreamlike.
These two figures were none other than Fang Yang and the Empress.
Fang Yang, with his robes billowing, had a deep look in his eyes, gazing at his slave, which was the monarch of Great Tang, with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
The Empress, on the other hand, wore a crown on her head and was dressed in an Emperor Robe, her black hair flying wildly behind her, exuding an air of authority. However, the words she uttered were shockingly licentious.
Biting her lip, she gazed steadily at Fang Yang, as if trying to see into the depths of his heart. Her own heart was in turmoil, flushed with extreme bashfulness to the point that her earlobes turned a deep red, looking exquisitely lovely.
Shame! Such shame!
