Kapitel 60: Dark Degree

Within the dark palace, only a red candle was lit in front of the bed, illuminating the entire area.

The curtain was put down, and through the candlelight, the shadow of a person was reflected on the curtain, blurry and swaying.

Or the person himself was shaking.

"— slow down —" A small voice called out with a hint of a sob, one hand clawing wildly at the curtain, and finally catching half of it.

The sound of whimpering and swallowing rose and fell one after another.

The hand holding the veil was tender and white, long and slender. Her fingernails were neatly trimmed and dyed in a faint red color. She looked extremely beautiful.

"Empress —" A hoarse and stifled voice was heard, and the two people in the tent couldn't help but cry out.

"Heh …" "Heh …" The person who was lying on top of Silver Consort jumped down, grabbed her hand, and kissed it.