Li Yuanjing felt deeply content.
He still remembered the days at Prince Yan's Mansion when Shen Wei was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper—unversed in schemes, unfamiliar with the intrigues of the inner household, knowing only how to love him with foolish devotion.
Later, as time passed by his side, under Li Yuanjing's guidance, Shen Wei learned the art of self-preservation. The flower he had nurtured with his own hands was now blooming in full splendor.
"That won't do. This concubine must also play a trick on Your Majesty," Shen Wei said, her eyes curving into crescents.
Li Yuanjing raised a brow, intrigued. "What trick?"
Shen Wei tugged at his belt with her slender, pale fingers, her voice laced with playful pride. "The beauty trap."
The candlelight seeped through the sheer gauze of the bed curtains, casting a glow upon the picturesque beauty beneath.
