Little Scene:
Kangxi raised a hand to quiet the palace maids and eunuchs greeting him, then strolled in.
After finishing his official duties, he had deliberately changed into a slim-fitting, light gray riding jacket with horseshoe cuffs. Silver cloud patterns were embroidered on the collar and cuffs, and around his waist was the bright yellow jade belt unique to the emperor.
He was already tall and slender, with a noble, graceful bearing.
Broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, he radiated a cool, aristocratic elegance.
As he walked, the jade pendant at his waist seemed to sway gently to some unseen rhythm.
It exuded a strangely alluring tension.
It lightly teased the secret desires deep in Yaoguang's heart.
In an instant, the worldly desires she had suppressed through cultivation stirred to life again for no apparent reason.
Yaoguang couldn't help licking her slightly dry lips.
Her gaze lingered on the other man's lean, upright waist of its own accord.
Perhaps she was staring too intently.
She even forgot to greet him properly.
When he reached her, she was still standing there, awkwardly frozen in place.
Noticing Yaoguang's gaze, Kangxi curled his lips into a smile.
A flicker of smugness crossed his mind.
It was worth changing clothes after court, just for this.
The night was still young.
His prey had already walked into the trap.
At this point, he was in no hurry.
This is a slice-of-life story. The heroine will never be made to suffer. She settles scores right away, and the author is her loving mother. Everything serves the plot, so there are tons of invented details. Please don't nitpick historical accuracy.
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