Xingqing Palace!
A ginkgo tree stood in the night.
Waves rolled, and faint steam rose from the hot spring, hazy and misty. A woman with the allure of a young married lady sat beside it, draped in a gauze dress as thin as a cicada's wing, exposing broad swaths of snow-white skin.
Her beautiful feet rested in the spring water. With a gentle sway, they sent up enticing splashes.
Just then, the mist churned.
A tall, straight figure dressed in black robes appeared in Xingqing Palace.
His gaze was icy, and waves of cold emanated from his body.
His eyes were like an abyss, almost unfathomable, inspiring fear with a single glance.
This was also Fang Yang's first time entering the inner palace. He glanced around and found Xingqing Palace quite luxurious.
Both its furnishings and its surroundings deserved to be called elegant.
Clearly, the Empress Dowager's life was not as bleak as the rumors claimed.
Under these circumstances, either her relationship with the Female Emperor was not as terrible as people said, or the Empress Dowager had the means to keep the Female Emperor from daring to act against her.
More importantly, the moment he stepped into the courtyard, he discovered its most prominent feature... sultriness!
Yes, precisely that!
That word had always described people, never a courtyard or a palace.
Yet, for some reason, it suited Xingqing Palace perfectly, as though tailor-made for it.
Whether it was the palace's rockeries, trees, hot spring, or even its solid walls and the coarse cloth ropes laid out...
They all seemed perfectly fitting.
Elegant, rugged, and romantic.
It could easily stir a person's emotions.
Fang Yang had already cultivated his Formless Demon Body to full mastery and was rarely stirred, yet the instant he entered this courtyard, his blood began