"What are you doing here?!" Yalun was both furious and anxious. She hurriedly tried to get dressed, but her entire body was weak now. The slightest movement sent tremors through her, and she hastily pressed her legs together.
"Surely you jest, Sister-in-law. Didn't you ask me to come?" Kublai Khan said with a smile.
"I... I didn't. Leave, now." Yalun's voice trembled, carrying a sweetness that was absent from her usual tone.
Outside the door, Kublai Khan swallowed. She had always been icy when speaking to him—when had she ever sounded so coy? But why was she telling him to leave?
"What is going on?" Kublai Khan asked, glancing curiously at the maid beside him.
Tuoya lowered her voice. "This servant dares not presume to guess what the Princess Consort means. I have brought the Prince here according to her instructions. The rest is up to the Prince himself. This servant takes her leave."
She had been undercover for so many years. Today, in order to complete the mission assigned from above, whether it succeeded or failed, her identity had been exposed. Moreover, this involved a royal scandal. Many people would surely be silenced afterward, so she needed to leave as quickly as possible.
Watching the maid hurry away, Kublai Khan instead felt somewhat relieved. If she had directly claimed that Yalun had invited him for a late-night tryst, he would have been suspicious. But the current situation clearly meant that Yalun herself was hesitant and struggling, still undecided whether to take that step.
For some reason, his body felt feverish. His lower abdomen was painfully hard. He swallowed and said, "Sister-in-law, is Yulong Dash all right?"
"He's fine. Leave quickly." Yalun was panicking beyond measure. Möngke Khan's death back then had been inexplicable, teaching her how dangerous the world