Inside Immortal Shadow Palace, a Consort's Couch had appeared at some unknown time, its surroundings draped with falling curtains of blue gauze that concealed the view within.
Strange, peculiar scents drifted through the great hall.
Lu Ye lay sprawled across the Consort's Couch, soft fragrance and warm jade in his arms. Su Yuqing was curled up against him like a little cat.
Three days had passed since the gates of Immortal Shadow Palace had closed.
For three whole days, they had not exchanged a single word. Yet Lu Ye felt that his guidance and consolation had borne fruit; this was evident from Su Yuqing's physical reactions.
He had paid an enormous price and could truly be said to have labored greatly and earned high merit.
The long lashes resting against his chest trembled a few times, and the figure curled in his embrace stirred.
"Awake?" Lu Ye lowered his head to look.
His gaze met Su Yuqing's as she looked back at him, her lips curving into a smile.
There was no excessive bashfulness. Everything that should have happened had happened, and it had all happened while she was fully conscious. Having reached this point, there was naturally no need to avoid anything further.
Had she been some innocent young girl untouched by worldly affairs, she would probably have been terribly embarrassed right now.
"Haitang misunderstood." Su Yuqing did not rise, speaking her first words in three days.
"How so?"
"She said that ever since you left, I had changed. But it wasn't because of you. I was repairing my Secret Technique."
Only after Su Yuqing explained did Lu Ye realize that Haitang really had misunderstood.
She had thought her master's changes were connected to Lu Ye. That was why, upon seeing Lu Ye this time, she had brought him