A Conversation

"Leisurely, arranging flowers with jade..."

"By the way, isn't there a character named Jade?"

Zhu Youji mumbled to himself, speaking in riddles that others wouldn't understand. As he amused himself, the grand hall of the Ice-containing Hall gradually came into view. He had arrived.

...

At this moment, within the Ice-containing Hall, the alluring Noble Consort Wan still lay on her bed. A figure stood in front of her, his expression cold, staring at her intently. Recognizing the visitor, a seductive smile played on Noble Consort Wan's lips as she spoke softly, "Your Majesty, you have quite the elegant interest! Today, you appear before me dressed as a little eunuch..."

"Wan Zhen'er, was this all your arrangement?"

The visitor was none other than the supposedly unconscious Emperor Tianqi of the Great Ming Dynasty.

"Your Majesty, this truly wrongs me," Noble Consort Wan feigned fear and quickly got up, her eyes twinkling with amusement.