The body lying on top of him stiffened, and when she looked up, she saw the Emperor's deep eyes gazing at her. It was as if she understood something in an instant. With her naked body, she quickly knelt on the up-and-down bed, her face covered with the color of nervousness, "Your Majesty, please forgive me, your concubine was momentarily confused, please deal with me leniently."
"I asked you a question, answer it." He half sat up, anger etched on his face, speaking to the woman kneeling before him.
Xiu Yang, seeing this, had her eyes darting around in panic. Dugu Han took note and felt even more certain that what she had just said was true. The whole of Xueyan knew of Dugu Chen and not himself.
Glancing at Xiu Yang on the bed, he got up, hastily put on his clothes, and with his sleeves flapping, strode away.
Seeing the Emperor leave, Xiu Yang's body went limp on the bed, her hands covered in sweat, her heart whispering, 'That was close; I nearly played myself.'
