Through the Book: The Years I Became the Imperial Consort

His Majesty had just ascended the throne but ordered the raid of Grand Tutor Shen's residence. His cruel methods shocked the court and the public.

After that family disaster, Shen Mingzhu...

Chapter 46 Young Master Jiang in My Dream

After washing and drying her hair, Qiu Tang applied a conditioner for her. The faint fragrance of roses filled the air, and Qiu Tang exclaimed as she applied the conditioner, "This smells so good!"

Shen Mingzhuang smiled, his eyes half-closed, and let out a soft sigh of enjoyment. It did indeed smell very good.

The book says that because the production process of this rose hair oil is very complicated, only the Empress Dowager and the Imperial Concubine and above can use it in the palace. This was sent to her by Jiang Wang.

As she lay there, she somehow fell asleep.

Amidst the birdsong and fragrant flowers, she had a dream.

Outside the half-supported glazed window, the slanting rays of the setting sun shone into the hall and fell on the red-gold window sills adorned with begonia blossoms, making the room shimmer with golden light.

Beside the auspicious dragon and phoenix palace bed, plain clothes were scattered on the ground. A naked woman lay on the bed, while a man in a bright yellow dragon robe sat with his hair down at the edge of the bed, his gaze filled with an incomprehensible obsession and infatuation.

The woman's smooth, glossy shoulders were exposed amidst the embroidered crimson crabapple blossoms on the gold brocade quilt. The deep red marks on her snow-white skin were so striking that one dared not look too closely, lest one blush and embarrass oneself.

The palace maids brought water, and the man gently lifted the corner of the quilt, wiping her fair skin with a warm handkerchief. Even though the movements were as gentle as could be, the areas touched still flushed slightly.

"Pin'er, just bear with it."

The man's voice was deep and slightly hoarse, yet surprisingly pleasant to hear. His voice pierced through the clouds and mist, and was exactly the same as that of the young master Jiang whom he had met at Daci Temple that day!

Shen Mingzhuang woke up with a start, and only after sitting up did he realize that he was already in the room, covered with a thin, bright red quilt with floral patterns. He then realized that he had just been dreaming.