In the middle of the night, Ruan Ning was awakened by Yan Xuan again. He carried her to bed. The candle was extinguished, and the room was half-lit, just at the moment of drowsiness.
In her daze, Ruan Ning murmured, “Yan Xuan, he’s here again.”
Yan Xuan paused, hearing her call his name for the first time. It felt strange, but her words concerned him more.
He knew he was here; did she know now? Should he expose the secret to this foreign woman who was not yet close to him? Yan Xuan was uncertain.
He placed her on the bed and covered her with a blanket, noticing a swollen mark on her tightly clenched hand. It hadn’t been there when he bathed her, indicating he had injured her.
Yan Xuan let out a light laugh. Indeed, he was of the bloodline of that wife-killing madman. No matter how careful he was, he could not change his bloodthirsty nature.
When Ruan Ning woke up, Yan Xuan had already left. The medical women awaited outside, as he had instructed that the Noble Concubine was injured and needed treatment.
While Ruan Ning enjoyed the blood-activating therapy and massage, a rumor spread throughout the inner palace: the Noble Concubine had once again been over-indulged at night, suffering severe external injuries to both hands.
Sun Xian Fei smashed an entire set of crystal tea sets. What secret skills did this lowly woman possess!
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Chapter 55: Substitute White Moonlight
Gao Song suddenly discovered that a wind of scholarly enthusiasm had risen in the inner palace.
The little eunuchs often reported to him which concubine was secretly buying books or had started learning to read. Gao Song was puzzled; Yan Xuan loved beauty in songs and dances, not poetry. The atmosphere of the inner palace had been quite uneducated. When did these women suddenly change?
“Find out what books they are reading,” Gao Song instructed several literate eunuchs.
The news came back quickly, and Gao Song was stunned. “Your Majesty, they are all reading secret techniques of bedroom arts,” he reported, his face slightly flushed. It was strange that the concubines had all become anxious overnight and were exchanging experiences.
