Shoukang Palace.
The serving maids had all been dismissed from the outer hall, including Shangguan Wan'er, the attendant most trusted by the Empress Dowager, Murong Qingqing. The Empress Dowager had issued a strict order: she and the Prince of Han had urgent matters to discuss, and no one was to be disturbed.
Inner hall.
The sheer curtains were drawn. The brick floor was in a state of chaos, and among the shredded fabric and broken silk, one could dimly make out the remnants of torn stockings. On the phoenix couch, Murong Qingqing nestled in Jia Lingyun's arms, a flush of color still lingering on her cheeks.
"Why do you enjoy tearing things so much? If you must tear something, tear the clothes you gave me; don't tear my phoenix robes! This robe is embroidered with gold thread and adorned with pearls and night-luminescent stones—it's incredibly expensive!"
Chapter 527