Tie Butian looked at Chu Yang. As she felt her outer robe being removed, she became more and more shy, though she surprisingly did not move at all.
She only looked tenderly at Chu Yang; at her man. She did not speak but the look in her eyes was as though she had already spoken volumes.
She wanted to offer the best side of herself to her lover; it was as simple as that.
Tie Butian had always been very sure of where she stood.
When facing court officials, she was the sovereign of a generation. No one was to question or affront the dignity of a ruler! If anyone did, he would be dealt with severely!
When facing her son, she was a mother. No other identity of hers could affect the heart of a mother.
When facing Chu Yang, she was a wife and a woman — A woman whose heart belonged to someone!
The identity of a sovereign or a position where she stood above all — None of these were necessary!
