Deep in the palace, lamps and candles blazed.
Imperial Concubine Yu examined the cloth bag in her hands, while Chen Mo quietly examined her.
Bathed in the warm light, that peerlessly beautiful face seemed less aloof and more gentle, somehow giving her the air of a big sister next door.
He couldn't help comparing her to the Imperial Empress—
One was full-figured and voluptuous, like a ripe peach; the other was a beauty of icy grace, a high peak to be admired only from afar.
"An aloof beauty and a gorgeous mature woman—there's really nothing to choose between them."
"If I were Emperor, wouldn't I be rising only when the sun was high after a night of passion, never holding court again? With Ice and Fire Dual Heaven, who could possibly withstand that? Emperor Wulie, you really deserved to die!"
Rebellious thoughts flashed through Chen Mo's mind.
"Is there a flower on my face?" Yu Youhan suddenly asked.
Chen Mo was lost in his fantasy and answered without thinking, "Your Highness is ten thousand times more beautiful than any flower—"
Only after he had spoken did he come to his senses, realizing his words carried a hint of flirtation.
Yet Yu Youhan merely shot him a sidelong glance and said nothing. A greenish glow bloomed in her hand, enveloping the black cloth bag. The landscape pattern of green hills and clear waters on it gradually disappeared.
With a clatter, all sorts of objects appeared out of thin air and scattered across the floor.
The Sumeru Bag had gone dull and lifeless, reduced to an ordinary item.
Chen Mo looked down. Pearls and precious stones glittered everywhere, and all sorts of treasures and spiritual objects dazzled his eyes. Any one of them would be worth a fortune!
These must have been