The opulent bedchamber was thick with the scent of sweat and lingering smell of a night's passion between a man and a woman.
The silk sheets, once pristine and meticulously smoothed, were now hopelessly crumpled and tangled across the vast mattress.
Faint, luminous stains of spilled yin essence and dried yang essence glowed with a dying, iridescent silver light upon the blankets.
At this moment, Su Xishi, who was still completely naked, stared at the ceiling in a daze.
Her pale limbs lay limply across the ruined bedding, every muscle, bone, and tendon aching with an ungodly, hollow exhaustion.
Her white hair was scattered wild and tangled over the velvet pillows, sweat soaked strands sticking to her collarbones and the flushed contours of her heaving chest.
Across her milky-white thighs and flat stomach, faint red finger marks and the bruised, burning brand of a monarch's possessive grip still pulsed with lingering heat.
