Inside the bedchamber, the intimacy had just faded, leaving a lingering, sorrowful tenderness. Yang Zhaoyu nestled gently against Zhao Zheng’s broad chest, her lips parting as if to speak, only to hesitate.
Zhao Zheng, keenly aware of the turmoil in her heart, lowered his gaze and whispered softly, "My dear consort, there are no secrets between us. If there is something on your mind, speak freely."
Yang Zhaoyu’s eyes reddened, her voice choked with emotion. "I am filled with shame, my heart heavy with guilt for your deep affection, Your Majesty. My stubborn younger brother remains entangled with the Dahuang Royal Family. Despite my repeated pleas, he refuses to turn back from his misguided path."
Chapter 72