No one knew exactly what had happened. All that was known was that the Prince of Han, having just returned from his travels in the State of Wei, had rested in Luoyang for only a few hours before setting off once more with a thousand Ink Guards, heading straight for the State of Wu without a moment’s delay.
The purpose of this trip to the State of Wu remained a mystery, but anyone with a sharp eye could have deduced the truth from the expressions of the jealous women within the Prince’s Estate—especially in the case of Murong Qingqing.
As the sun began to set, casting its golden rays upon the faces of the women, Murong Qingqing lay on a rattan chair. Shangguan Wan'er was behind her, kneading her legs and feet, while Murong Yanran absentmindedly stroked Murong Qingqing’s slightly rounded belly.
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