On the dragon bed, Jinyan's frail arms wrapped around her trembling body, her ink-black hair spilling loose. Her delicate beauty unexpectedly found its way into the emperor's heart. “Would you like to become one of My consorts?” the young emperor asked beneath the brocade quilt. Her palms were calloused, and she carried the scent of fresh grass. At first, the emperor had only wanted to ease his discomfort, but her beauty had found its way into his heart before he knew it. “This lowly servant wouldn't dare...” Jinyan trembled before him, her face flushing despite herself as she lowered her head. “This lowly servant wouldn't presume.” The emperor lifted her chin with one large hand, amusement filling his eyes. “And what if I gave you permission?”
