In the Jinluan Hall, the nine dragon-shaped golden pillars reflected the candlelight, illuminating the imperial throne as brightly as daylight.
The Cyan Dragon Suppression Envoy knelt on one knee atop the dragon-patterned gold bricks, and the bloodstains on his flying fish robe were not yet dry: "Your Majesty, the traitors of Dongchang have been completely eradicated."
His voice echoed in the vast hall, unable to mask the faint sound coming from the right side of the throne.
Qian Dongji lazily leaned on the dragon chair, his right hand playing with the scattered strands of Lin Qinghan's hair.
The beauty's semi-transparent gauze clothing barely covered her exquisite figure, ambiguous red marks on her snow-white skin extending from the neck to half-revealed proud whiteness...
The rouge on her lips has smudged, and the charm at the corner of her eyes hasn't fully faded.
"Hmm..."
Qian Dongji's fingers inadvertently brushed over the fresh bite marks on Lin Qinghan's collarbone.
