On the Dragon Couch
The bedding was already crumpled and wrinkled, two white brocade handkerchiefs carelessly tossed aside.
Having changed the bedding like a lost soul, The Emperor, carrying the Empress, came out from the Cleansing Room, not even glancing at her as she served on the side. He placed the Empress on the couch and carefully covered her with the blanket. Then, he too got onto the couch and pulled the bed curtains shut.
Thus, the inside of the Dragon Couch quieted down, soon followed by the even breathing of two people!
Her heart throbbed violently with pain as if it had been dug out and crushed on the ground. Yet, she told herself she must endure, she must persist. Sooner or later, he would see her...
