Shortly, Shao He felt the man's hot breath spraying near her ear; her heart pounded excessively as she nervously closed her eyes.
Pei Huaian, unaware of the unusual state of the woman in his arms, carried her directly into the imperial palace.
Along the way, guards and palace maids bowed to him, and Shao He, shyly burying her head in his chest, feared being seen.
So, Pei Huaian carried her until they were not far from the Emperor's chamber, then set her down.
"Can you walk by yourself now?"
Shao He nodded her head slightly and tentatively took a few steps forward. Although her legs were still somewhat weak, she was able to walk with difficulty.
Pei Huaian, supporting her, said, "If I could, I would wish to carry you like this forever."
"But inside, not only is there the Emperor, but also the Empress and others; for the sake of your reputation, I must put you down here," he said sincerely and rationally, without a trace of ambiguity.