drip, drip, drip

The long black hair hangs down to the side, dripping water drop by drop. The woman soaking in the tub opens her eyes and looks at the roof. The wipe in her hand is still wiping away the blood stains.

wiped on body

I can't wash it off, there's always that dirty smell on her body

Suddenly, the door of the bedroom was pushed open with great force, the silk on the shelf beside the bed was fluttering in the strong wind, and the moonlight spilled into the room, making the room thin and bright.

She glanced away with a dull look, and the towel suddenly became so heavy that she could no longer hold it and sank into the water with a splash.

The person she missed day and night was standing upright under the moonlight, wearing a pear-white corseted brocade robe, which made her eyes sore.

Long Lilie...

How could he come?

She forgot to take shelter for a moment, and looked into his eyes naked in the tub.

This glance seems like thousands of years have passed

He seemed to be very angry, and suddenly started tumbling around. The messy tables, chairs, and utensils that she had thrown were even more torn apart by his irritable movements.

A piece of porcelain fragments flew towards her. When she realized the vague pain, blood was already overflowing from the scratched place. She lowered her head slightly to look at it. It was a very small and thin wound, but the location was right on her heart.

Bad omen...

Suddenly, her painful hair was grasped in his hand. He pulled it hard and pulled her up from the bathtub. She didn't even have time to take into account the sudden chill. He was trembling and slowing down in her eyes.

The hand that came slowly was holding the safflower she had been taking these days.

As if something hit her heart hard, Eleven froze. The sudden consciousness swallowed her up and suffocated her. She couldn't muster any strength to look into his eyes, but his voice refused to let her go.

"What is this? Tell me what this is!!"

She heard his hoarse, cold voice that was almost out of tune coming from above her head. His hand holding her hair was so hard that it seemed like he was about to rip off her scalp. His heavy breathing and cold breath kept spraying on her head.

On her face, his eyes were as dark and cold as a whirlpool, as if he wanted to suck her in and crush her.

"Feng Qingluan, did you really let him touch you!" He said every word.

The red threads in his eyes became clearer and thicker, as if they were going to be dyed dark red. He stared at her coldly, with a fierceness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and what Wuhen said just now was still in his ears.

: [Since the emperor is in love with the empress, why doesn’t he want her to get pregnant? The medicinal properties of safflower are bad, taking too much will harm the body, or... the emperor did not make it clear to the empress, which made the empress feel taboo, so he took the medicine in private]

How did Wuhen know that he had not touched her after she was born, so how could she be pregnant? How could she need contraception?
Chapter completed!