Dongqing’s back pressed tightly against the peeling pillar, while Xiaqing’s worn-white cloth boots were sunk deep into the moss-covered black stone tiles.
Watching the others scramble to carry the old Madam into the palace quarters, the two of them felt their knees trembling uncontrollably.
In all their sixteen years, it was their first time seeing the toes peeking out from beneath the Emperor’s sleeping trousers.
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