In the second year of the woman's disguise as a man, the ambergris in the imperial study was burning strongly.
I stood in front of the case. I had just finished discussing the government affairs, and the ink on the memorial was still shining on my fingertips.
The bright yellow figure behind him suddenly left the throne, and the corner of the red gold embroidered dragon robe brushed against the hem of Shen Qingci's clothes, bringing with it a gust of warm wind.
The young emperor rested one hand on the table beside me, with a faint scent of ambergris lingering on the tip of his nose.
Under the black bun, the eyes that were always full of spring water were now covered with a layer of ink that could not be opened. It was so close that one could clearly see the trembling of his long eyelashes.
He just used the voice that was only loud enough for two people to hear, and whispered around my ears, with a bit of careless laziness, but also concealed a strength that could not be refused.
"Shen Aiqing," he chuckled, tapping the back of my hand that was resting on the desk with his knuckles, "you are both talented and beautiful, a jade tree stands in the wind, and you are the pillar of my country."
Warm breath brushed against the ears.
"There are so many noble ladies from aristocratic families out there who have crossed the threshold just to impress you."
He suddenly leaned forward, the tip of his nose almost touching my ear, and his voice was lowered, like a slowly closing net, charming to the bone, "You are lonely all the time, I would like to ask -"
He paused, his thumb inadvertently brushed my fingertips that were red from holding the pen, his eyes were slightly raised, and his smile was bottomless.
"Is there a girl you like among the civil and military officials of this court and the beautiful women in the capital?"
