She didn't know how long it lasted. When she finally pushed him away, her breath came in quick, uneven bursts, and her eyes trembled—not with fear, but with something she couldn't name. "Your Majesty…" she whispered, her voice faint, almost trembling.
Outside the tent, the guards and attendants exchanged uneasy glances. None dared to speak, but the faint moaning sounds coming from within the Emperor's tent made their faces flush with embarrassment.
Even Eunuch Guo, who had served Xiang Long Wei for years, stood rigidly by the entrance, his expression blank as he pretended to hear nothing.
The sun still hung high in the sky, its light spilling through the crimson silk of the imperial tent. Outside, soldiers trained in formation, their shouts echoing across the field.
It was the hour when the Emperor should have been inspecting the troops—yet Xiang Long Wei, the man famed for his discipline and iron will, had broken every rule he once enforced.
