In the guest room.
Candlelight flickered, casting the wavering shadows of two figures nestled together against the wall.
A faint blush graced Sun Yuzhi's cheeks as she leaned into Chen Sheng's embrace. Her fingertips traced slow, unconscious circles over the front of his robes.
The recent moment of tenderness had finally begun to soothe the gloom and chill that had settled in her heart after hearing Lady Lan's conditions.
Ever since their arrival in Nanzhao, they had been swamped with troubles. This was the first chance they'd had for any intimacy.
For his part, Chen Sheng's actions were largely meant to appease the fierce-tempered beauty in his arms.
However, such tender moments were always so easily broken.
Just as Chen Sheng's fingertips brushed the sash at Sun Yuzhi's waist, ready to take things a step further...
A sudden noise came from the corridor outside—faint, but not so faint as to escape the keen hearing of a Tongxuan Cultivator.
