Faint sobs and pleas for mercy could be heard from behind the curtain.
"Your Majesty...I know I was wrong..."
But the faint sound was quickly covered up.
Qingdai hugged him, looking at his soft black hair draped behind his head. His usually calm and composed face was moved by her, and she leaned over unbearably.
The atmosphere inside the curtain was warm, not cold. She looked at the young man in front of her. He was covered with a thin quilt and lying on the dragon bed. From outside the curtain, she could only see a vague and slightly raised shadow.
Yan Tingjing had a clear and elegant face, and he was tormented a little bit. He lay on the dragon bed with his eyes half closed. The emperor tempted him and whispered seductively in his ear:
"...If you want me to let you go, then give birth to a prince or princess for me."
Yan Tingjing's heart was soft and his eyes were gentle.
"...I am willing."
When Qingdai received his affirmative answer for the first time, a warm current flowed through her heart. She knew that the invisible thick barrier that once existed between the two of them had finally been broken.
"You are not allowed to go back on your word once you have promised me something."
Qingdai leaned over and kissed him, with an uncontrollable smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
After an unknown amount of time, the maid brought in robes and wash utensils, placed them outside the screen, and then hurried out.
Qingdai sat up, the silk quilt slipped off her shoulders, her thin clothes were slightly messy, and her figure was beautiful.
The tips of Yan Tingjing's ears felt very hot, and there was a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. He let the handkerchief between her fingers wipe the things on his face and his long eyelashes with gentle movements.
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