Inside the grand hall, the soothing scent of incense wafts through the air.
The Empress's delicate oval face flushes with a rosy hue, her eyes brimming with a dreamy sparkle. Her slender hands rest weakly against Chen Mo's chest, yielding to his playful advances without a shred of resistance.
Or rather,
She has no intention to resist at all.
Under the influence of alcohol, her mind is blank, and her thoughts are muddled.
At this moment, she forgets their disparate statuses, forgets the dignity of the Imperial Family. Their hurried breaths and irregular heartbeats intertwine, casting aside all reason and constraint.
She feels as though floating in the clouds, yet simultaneously plunging into a bottomless abyss.
"It's alright..."
"Being drunk doesn't count..."
The Empress's long legs uneasily rub against each other.
This feeling of breaking taboos fills her with both shame and an indescribable excitement, and she cannot help but part her lips...
