"I only brought it when I came to the Imperial Palace; I usually keep it hidden in my bosom where no one can notice," Xiao Rongyan said, grasping Bai Qingyan’s hand and pulling her into his embrace. "The unification of the realm that you’ve been hoping for is near! In three years... in three years, our family will be together forever, never to be separated again."
Surrounded by the familiar and clear scent emanating from Xiao Rongyan, she raised her hand to wrap around Xiao Rongyan’s narrow waist, her entire body seemingly boneless as she leaned against him.
"Hmm, three years isn’t short, but thankfully it isn’t too long either," she looked up at Xiao Rongyan. "We have a lifetime ahead of us, we can afford to wait!"
Xiao Rongyan raised his hand to tuck Bai Qingyan’s dark hair behind her ear, then lowered his head to kiss her.
Perhaps it was due to overwhelming longing, but Xiao Rongyan’s kiss was intensely passionate, almost setting her alight with its fervor, as she could only tilt her head back passively to receive his kiss.
The tremor between their lips made her heart nearly leap out from her chest, and she wondered whether it was because she could rarely find breath, causing her mind to become muddled and her spine to shiver involuntarily.
The flame within the glazed lamp hung on high flickered with tiny explosions, casting dancing shadows.
Outside the great hall, the moonlight fell like snow, with thin clouds and sparse stars.
The clear glow lit up the glazed palace rooftops and the paths laid with bluestone, making the Imperial Palace appear even more solemn and cold. Only the six-sided palace lanterns hanging in the palace corridors and passages emitted a flickering warmth, as if lending a touch of warmth to the palace.
The wind rustled the mottled shadows of the trees in the Imperial Palace, making soft murmurs.
Summer insects droned softly beneath the palace walls and among the roots of bushes and trees, rising and falling, incessantly entangled.
Until the first light of dawn broke, the insects gradually quieted down.
Inside the great hall, the Fushan incense burner inlaid with gold and encrusted with red and green gemstones released wisps of white smoke, filling the room with the rich and fragrant scent of magnolia.
Layer upon layer of silk veils and drapes hung down, at the end of the overlapping veils was a bed draped with frost-colored brocade emblazoned with auspicious clouds and gold and silver patterns, holding the scent of sleep. On the black ebony carved dragon and phoenix footrest rested the embroidered shoes of a woman and the boots of a man, with disheveled clothes scattered on the floor...
Within the curtains, the passion had subsided. Xiao Rongyan held in his arms his beloved who was sleeping soundly, gently planting a kiss on her brow.
The day was almost breaking, Xiao Rongyan and Bai Qingyan did not have much time left; if they did not return soon to the posthouse, they might be discovered by the envoy from the Yan Kingdom traveling with them, but he could not bear to wake Bai Qingyan.
He stroked Bai Qingyan’s lips, rosy from his kisses, with his finger, then planted another kiss at the corner of her mouth, gently withdrawing his arm, covering Bai Qingyan with a thin blanket, and gazing reluctantly at her delicately outlined brows and eyes, at her straight and elegant nose, at her lips and chin.
For him, no amount of looking at Bai Qingyan would ever be enough; he wished he could carry Bai Qingyan with him forever, never to be apart.
Three years, if they could not meet even for three years, he did not know if Kid would miss him, if the child would miss him.
Xiao Rongyan kissed Bai Qingyan’s brow again before getting out of bed, picking up his clothes, tidying the bed curtains for Bai Qingyan, putting on his clothes, donning his mask, and silently leaving.
This sleep was particularly deep for Bai Qingyan, perhaps because she had drunk some wine that day and then was entangled with Xiao Rongyan without rest, leaving her quite exhausted.
When Bai Qingyan awoke, Xiao Rongyan’s spot beside her was already empty; if not for the marks left on her body, Bai Qingyan would have thought she had merely had an unspeakable dream last night.
Perhaps because both had held back for too long, Xiao Rongyan was rather fierce last night, so much so that Bai Qingyan almost couldn’t bear it; she fell asleep too weary to even bathe.

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