The long wind passed through the curtain, sweeping over a cloying fragrance, making it hard to breathe.
Wei Zheng felt the warmth in the Empress Dowager's chamber was too intense and somewhat stifling; his steps grew heavy, as if it took all his strength to cross that threshold.
He stood before Li Sangruo.
Bowing his head, just as he had in past audiences.
Li Sangruo walked over from her vanity, lazily leaning against the wooden couch, her body tilted in a beguiling arc that startled Wei Zheng.
"May I know what your highness... has commanded?"
He asked for the second time.
Li Sangruo frowned in displeasure and burst into laughter at his tense appearance.
"I hear Wei Qing has no shortage of beauties in his inner household, how can you be so unromantic?"
Wei Zheng's heart skipped a beat.
He dared not lift his head, nor dared he look at Li Sangruo's face that became ambiguous under the glow of the glazed lamps.
