Pei Hengyu was in a deep sleep. His snow-white hair spread across the pillow, supple and yielding, as if he had surrendered to his fate and dropped all defenses.
The air in the inner chamber before dawn held a hint of chill, washing away the lingering traces of intimacy. Yuwen Junan pulled the brocade quilt higher, covering Pei Hengyu's smooth nape. Using his Spiritual Power, he had quietly smoothed away the tooth marks he had bitten into that skin earlier, while he wiped it clean. No one would ever be able to tell what kind of storm the person on the bed had endured throughout the night.
When the sun rose and the morning court began, once the imperial robes were donned again, Pei Hengyu would be the supreme Emperor once more. But as for that madness that had seeped into his very marrow in the dark of night—whether it had been the joy of mutual passion or the humiliation of being forced—who could truly tell the difference?
Chapter 116