Westwind Imperial Palace. Hemei Hall.
Sometimes Heaven was fair. When it was cold outside, the palace was likewise icy to the bone. When snow fell outside, snow likewise flew thickly within the palace walls.
The Xifeng Monarch, Chu Xianda, was laughing and fooling around with the consort he had taken recently. Beside the warming brazier, he drank imperial wine, while fresh fruits and melons contributed by the four regions lay on the table. The alluring woman in his arms slipped a peeled purple-jade grape into Chu Xianda's mouth. He bit down, catching not only the grape but also the consort's tender, jade-fat-like finger between his lips.
"Your Majesty, you're so bad." The consort took the opportunity to collapse into the monarch's embrace. Her soft body trembled without end, her spring blouse slightly loosened and her fragrant shoulder half exposed. She looked exceedingly alluring.
"The worse part is still to come." Chu Xianda passed the purple-jade grape in his mouth toward the consort's little mouth. "Come, I bestow this grape upon you. You and I will each have half."
The consort did not dare disobey and shyly leaned toward him.
Very soon, soft whimpering sounds arose.
Just then, a little eunuch appeared soundlessly at the doorway.
Eunuch Li Fu stopped him and asked, "His Majesty is resting. What is the matter?"
"Reporting to Eunuch Li, the City Patrol Division and the Supervision Department have started fighting on West City Street." The little eunuch reported the emergency outside to Li Fu. "I hear everything out there has descended into chaos. The city defense troops have joined in as well, and the Prefect of Jingzhao went over to break up the fight, only to be accidentally injured."
"These people are truly something. With the wind howling and snow falling, why aren't they resting