Deep within the palace, lamps flickered brightly.
Consort Yu examined the cloth bag in her hands, while Chen Mo secretly observed Consort Yu.
Under the warm light, her peerless face seemed less aloof and more tender, almost like the girl-next-door.
He could not help but compare her secretly with the Empress—
One was plump and juicy like a ripe peach, the other was a distant, frosty beauty, a flower admired from afar.
"An aloof beauty and a voluptuous mature woman, truly hard to choose between."
"If I were the Emperor, wouldn't I be like 'Nights are short and days start late, from then on the Emperor leaves the morning court undone'? Facing both ice and fire, who could withstand... Emperor Wu Lie, you really deserve to die!"
A rebellious thought flashed through Chen Mo's mind.
"Is there something on my face?" Yu Youhan suddenly asked.
Caught in his fantasy, Chen Mo blurted out instinctively, "Empress, you are ten thousand times more beautiful than flowers..."
