After a hazy spell, the secret chamber gradually fell quiet. Apart from faint breathing, no other sound remained.
Clothes lay scattered across the floor. A wine jug had overturned, its crystal-clear contents pooling in a small puddle.
Princess Yue Ling's hair was disheveled, and the Galaxy Pearl that had adorned her forehead was nowhere to be seen. She gazed hazily at Jiang Yun as he held her, feeling this man's strength.
All she wanted now was to sleep in peace. She wound her legs tightly around Jiang Yun and wrapped her arms around him, afraid he would leave if she let go.
"Rest for a while. I'm right here." Jiang Yun stroked Princess Yue Ling's fragrant hair.
A delicate flower had bloomed here today. Seeing her exhaustion and understanding what she wanted, Jiang Yun comforted her softly and tenderly.
He could not give Princess Yue Ling an official title, but he was not about to pull up his pants and run.
"Yes, Palace Master?" Princess Yue Ling smiled sweetly, lively intelligence and a hint of coquettish reproach hidden in her bright, black-gem eyes.
"Still calling me Palace Master?"
Jiang Yun's fingers brushed through her lustrous hair, then wandered downward, savoring the soft warmth beneath his fingertips.
"You'll always be Yue Ling's Palace Master. I'll be content to be your concubine in secret."
Princess Yue Ling replied with complete satisfaction. She was incomparably alluring now, radiating a brilliance that set hearts yearning.
She had grown up in a dynasty and knew that some things had to be fought for, while others could not be forced. Otherwise, they would only slip away faster and drift farther out of reach.
She had never hoped for an official status. She might as well remain at the Dao Origin Heavenly Palace. As long as she