No matter how vivid the imaginations of the palace maids outside might have been, they could never match the raw impact of what Venerable Vermillion Bird now saw with her own eyes.0

The young empress lay sprawled over the imperial desk, documents scattered chaotically across its surface. Her delicate hands were limp on the table, her face flushed, and her eyes unfocused. Her dragon robe was disheveled, the collar slightly open, revealing glimpses of her smooth skin. Her body swayed rhythmically in response to the movements behind her.0

The sheer visual impact was enough to leave anyone momentarily stunned, enough to cause their minds to go blank.0

In her mind, Vermillion Bird could not help but picture herself in the same position. Did she look just as disheveled and vulnerable when it was her in that position?0

I was out there fighting in the snow, running back and forth, defending your empire? Yet here you are, warm and cozy in the imperial study, seducing my man!0

No wonder history tells of emperors seducing their ministers’ wives and sparking rebellion.0

The level of emotional immersion that Vermillion Bird was feeling right now was uncanny. She could completely relate to those ministers who came back to learn their partners...0