That flame erupted in an instant, pushing her beyond what she could endure. With a muffled groan, she fainted on the spot.
The moon sank, crows cried, and stray cats yowled.
Tonight in the Imperial Palace was so long, so restless, as darkness continued to envelop it.
Inside Ganlu Hall, after an unknown length of time, the Female Emperor's eyelashes trembled slightly. Then she slowly opened her eyes.
At first, a trace of bewilderment lingered in her eyes, as though she had not figured out exactly what had happened.
But she soon came to her senses. Her entire body jolted, and she abruptly looked down at herself, discovering that her black ice-silk High-Slit Skirt was slightly disheveled.
Marks remained on her delicate, snow-white skin. Opposite her, the Demon Venerable seemed to be reading by candlelight.
What he was reading was none other than the calligraphy she had once written, pages recording a young girl's private concerns and the thoughts she had harbored back then.
Those things had happened so long ago that even she had gradually forgotten them. She had never expected this fiend to dig them out now, leaving her utterly mortified.
It felt as though her innocence had been sullied!
She had been wrong, utterly wrong. She should have destroyed these diaries long ago. Otherwise, this could never have happened. She feared neither shattered bones nor a pulverized body, so long as her innocence remained in this world!
The Female Emperor clenched her teeth, her heart in utter turmoil, and stared fixedly at the reading fiend. She discovered that his profile was actually so handsome, his ink-black eyes so deep, like an abyss. If she looked closely, even her soul might be swallowed within.
No wonder this fiend could cause such an uproar in the Capital City