My Lord, Do You Wish to Take Yuzhou?

"A moment of a spring night is worth a thousand gold; the flowers have a delicate fragrance, and the moon casts a faint shadow."

The cool night air mingled with the scent of blooming flowers, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.

"A night of romance, a night of passion."

Passion burned through the quiet night, filling the room with unspoken desire.

Morning.

The dawn light softly filtered through the window, signaling the start of a new day.

Da Qiao, biting back the pain and swelling, gently rose from the bed and dressed in her thin white silk gown.

Her movements were slow, her mind replaying the events of the previous night as her body ached with lingering sensations.

She glanced down at Long Chen’s handsome face, and her heart involuntarily skipped a beat. Without thinking, she leaned in, wanting to kiss his red lips.

Her breath caught as she drew closer, her fingers trembling with anticipation.