The bright sunlight was like golden silk threads, gently scattered on the carved embroidered couch.
The silk gauze canopy hung halfway down, like a thin mist, shrouding the woman on the couch in a layer of indistinct beauty.
She curled up her body, her hair unbound, long black hair wantonly scattered, the disordered and loosely draped dress half-covered her delicate snow-like skin.
Her eyes rippled with a misty wave, her rosy lips slightly parted, breathing with a hint of urgency, her moth-like eyebrows furrowed, unclear whether it was joy or discomfort, along with a faint touch of fatigue.
On the branches, the Spring Rain Begonia blossomed, rouge dotting and enhancing its splendor.
Chen Mo gazed blankly at the Empress.
At this moment, she seemed like the ripe housewife next door, shedding her dignified and reserved outer shell, exuding astonishing charm and allure from her very bones.
