After their secret rendezvous was nearly discovered that day, the two changed their meeting place to Consort Rong's bedroom.
The bedroom was safe.
If the Emperor wished for Consort Rong to attend to him, he would summon her to Sicui Palace and would not come here.
Commander Zhu held Consort Rong, coaxing her, "You have to give me some time to plan."
Consort Rong's hand traced circles on Commander Zhu's bare chest, "So you agree?"
Commander Zhu, provoked to the point of burning all over, rolled over and pressed onto Consort Rong, "I agree, how could I not agree, Your Highness, I can't wait..."
Consort Rong, now in her thirties, was at an age of rampant desire. The Emperor had many concubines and was busy with state affairs; at most, she was summoned to his bed once or twice a month, and she was already insatiably hungry.
Consort Rong's arms entwined around Commander Zhu's neck, and the two were like dry wood to a blazing fire, entwined in a passionate struggle.
