Chen Yi slept until the sun climbed high. He yawned and opened his eyes to see snowmelt stained on the paper window, damp and overdue for a change.
Another yawn escaped him. Still unaware of being seen as a predator, Chen Yi rubbed his nose and glanced downward at the bed where two women lay.
Though neither harbored willingness, both had ended up as his concubines.
Chen Yi felt delighted—this was indulgence on a scale he had never enjoyed before, a satisfaction entirely unfamiliar to him.
Even if the two women never liked him for their whole lives, Chen Yi only felt mild regret. To possess them for a lifetime was enough to fill him with joy.
The female crown in his arms twisted uneasily, evidently unaccustomed to his morning whims of wantonness, even in slumber.
With a casual glance, he noticed her eyes were so fatigued that she couldn't open them. He had no idea when she had fallen asleep—he only remembered it being very late.
