Dou Qingyi dressed extraordinarily beautifully tonight, wearing a light blue, waist-cinched long gown that highlighted her slender waist, with a dreamlike gilded tulle outer garment. Her collar was loosely open, revealing the embroidered pink lotus that exuded a delicate fragrance.
Although she was no longer a young maiden, her figure remained graceful, and her beauty carried an innate radiance.
At this moment, no man would be able to resist her.
"Your Highness."
Her voice, like her demeanor, was soft and melodious, "The hour is late; the official documents can be dealt with another day. Health is important."
Lu Zhaoyan paused while drinking his soup.
Dou Qingyi gently stretched out her hand, taking his soup bowl and placing it lightly on the table: "Your Highness, Qingyi is here to attend to your rest."
The moonlight was tender, the night calm and serene — truly a perfect setting.
