In the antiquated, aromatic royal chamber, countless calligraphies and paintings hung, strewn across the floor as well, filling the entire room with the breath of literature, appearing incomparably refined.
However, atop the bed in such a room, there lay a fair-skinned woman.
The woman sprawled across the bed, as though she had fallen asleep.
Just then, from the neighboring room came faint sounds. Though they were extremely soft, if one listened carefully, they could still be heard.
Murong Xue'er instantly woke up, she sat up from the bed and swept a glance over her body, sighing slightly upon seeing the characters Lu Chen had left on her.
She truly could no longer be without that man.
Soon, Murong Xue'er calmed her emotions and listened attentively to the sounds coming from next door.
After a moment, Murong Xue'er couldn't help but let out a light chuckle.