"Your radiance,"

A glimpse of a certain shade of purple and a familiar tender voice interrupted the silence in the room. Xiao Yan watches how your pen moves swiftly over the paper as the last light spills through the window. Beautiful, he thinks.

The concubine gently placed his hands over your shoulders, kissing them softly. Oh, how he adores you. "Let's retire for the night, my dear. It is time for rest," He softly suggest, his voice as soothing as moonlight on clear water.