The candlelight burned halfway through the night.
Lu Ying returned, satisfied, from bathing in the adjacent room, only to see Shen Yinning sprawled on the floor like a discarded rag. Her slender arms, pale as lotus roots, draped over her eyes, as if she had completely collapsed into unconsciousness.
He lifted the brocade blanket and sat down on the bed: "Was it worth it?"
Drugging Shen Yunxi and taking her place in the bedchamber, losing all dignity and face—was it truly worth it?
Shen Yinning kept her arm over her eyes.
Her cherry-shaped lips curled faintly, and she chuckled weakly.
Lu Ying looked at her: "Shen Yinning."
Shen Yinning paused for a moment, then struggled to sit upright.
Meeting Lu Ying's gaze, she softly said, "Your Highness, I belong only to you."
The young woman's phoenix-like eyes were hazy and moist, seemingly glimmering with tears.
Lu Ying's heart ached faintly.
