"Hmm."
Holding a handkerchief embroidered with red plum blossoms, the Princess of Pingyang glanced at Chen Yuan, tucked it into her sleeve, took a deep breath, and stepped into the palace's sleeping quarters, ready to have a good rest.
Indeed, Chen Yuan's physique was beyond human. Even though she had prepared herself, she still felt a bit numb, and her graceful stride was long gone, replaced by a strange gait with her legs clamped together.
...
After leaving the harem, Chen Yuan felt refreshed and invigorated; it had been a long time since he had indulged like this. Trying it occasionally was quite enjoyable and left a lingering taste.
Today's battles, although not truly a match between equals, were close enough to be indirect, bringing him satisfaction.
Progressing little by little is where the flavor truly lies.
Rushing it would lose a bit of its charm. After all, she was his and couldn't escape, and there would be plenty of time in the future.
