Imperial Palace loomed tall and heavy, lanterns swayed inside the quiet, silently guarded by the Imperial Guard who changed shifts every hour.
Jingru Palace.
Consort Yu wasn't particularly deeply asleep; in her drowsiness, she heard someone getting onto the bed and assumed it was Consort Jing, without feeling any surprise.
After all, in the entire Imperial Palace, besides the Emperor, no one else dared to climb onto the bed of a consort in the harem.
Soon, whispers of "Wanqiu, Wanqiu" echoed in her ears, a voice so familiar. Yet, as drowsiness clouded her mind, she thought it was a dream, still sensing nothing amiss.
Until she felt her clothes being undone, her body being molested, and a sour ache spreading, did Consort Yu realize something was wrong.
She immediately opened her eyes to find a silhouette tightly embracing her from behind, his hand still resting on her chest without letting go.
Consort Yu's body froze.
