Li Yuanjing's thin lips curled upward. "If there's anything you don't understand, both I and the Empress Dowager can guide you. What is there to fear?"
Shen Wei wrapped her arms affectionately around Li Yuanjing's neck, her dark, gleaming eyes brimming with undisguised adoration. "With Your Majesty by my side, I fear neither mountains of blades nor seas of fire."
The late spring night carried a slight chill, and a faint fragrance lingered around Shen Wei.
Li Yuanjing's throat tightened, his pupils darkening slowly. Shen Wei always had a way of igniting his desire effortlessly, drawing him into an intoxicating abyss.
His large hand encircled Shen Wei's slender waist as he leaned down, claiming her with fervor.
The room filled with warmth, while outside, the crabapple blossoms in the courtyard bloomed under the cover of night.
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