Outside the Flying Craft, the Empress lay in Fang Yang's embrace, her silver teeth tightly clenched, her cheeks flushed with color.
In those phoenix eyes that seemed adorned with the shimmer of spring water, a deep shyness was revealed, filled with great shame, yet she also felt the intense sense of taboo.
In order to govern this world well, in order to become a true sovereign, ever since ascending to the throne, she had been abiding by the rules, daring not to overstep, afraid that her reputation might be influenced, or even tarnished.
In the eyes of the world, she was always that cold and aloof saintly empress, virtuous and lofty.
But in fact, she was just a woman in her twenties who, over these years, had exhausted her spirits and worked restlessly, repressing endless negative emotions within her heart, only because there was nowhere to vent them.
