Chapter 797: Chapter 480 This… this is not… not what I use! (Part 2)
Faced with the unexpectedly fallen… reasonably amusing little trinket from the hidden compartment beneath the bed, the situation was right.
The expressions of both parties were initially one of shock.
For a moment, the awkward face-to-face situation was forgotten.
Dugu Chanyi glanced at the jade object next to her leg, her face first mirrored with a hint of confusion.
While beside her, Zhao Rong already had his eyes wide open, slowly raising his head.
He stared at the stunningly beautiful, celestial-like widow, drawing in a sharp breath of cool air.
Zhao Rong suddenly recalled the deserted scene of this vast sleeping chamber and the strange phrases Dugu Chanyi had just said, such as ‘ending early’ and ‘help wipe down.’
He suddenly understood.
Well, who would have thought, Your Majesty…
The young Confucian Scholar’s gaze gradually turned strange, carefully examining the stunning beauty seated on the ground in a daze.
Dugu Chanyi saw his look and suddenly woke up, swiftly kicking away the ‘Jade Husband’ on the ground and other bizarre items that made her increasingly flushed with intoxication.
Instantly, the area around her swan-like delicate neck reddened, and then that rouge-like flush swiftly spread, covering her entire pretty face.
Like a rain-washed, lush rose in full bloom.
Between them, all these changes occurred in the blink of an eye.
Facing the young Confucian Scholar who had appeared from nowhere, the stunning widow looked up at him with wide eyes, her mouth agape in shock and embarrassment, momentarily lost for words.
She took a few deep breaths, her voice filled with indignant embarrassment, “This… not… not for my use!”
In her urgency, the woman’s fist hammered the floor.
Temporarily forgetting the reason for Zhao Rong’s sudden appearance.
Zhao Rong didn’t respond but looked around the deserted bathing area.
The vast and empty Deep Palace.
He glanced at the collapsed widow on the ground.
Then quickly peeked at the crooked trinkets on the floor and the dark emptiness beneath the nearby bed.
Besides the various-sized jade objects, materials of unknown texture irregularly shaped balls, and antique dust-covered candles.
It seemed there were plenty of other interesting items as well.
He coughed, nodding his head, his gaze full of understanding and respect:
“Your Majesty, it’s only human… I actually understand.”
Locked in the vigor of spring, at the blossoming age of twenty-eight, widowed early, sometimes the loneliness and cold are unbearable, it’s perfectly normal.
The young Confucian Scholar couldn’t help but steal a few glances at the prestigious widow he had finally met, and the romantic toys beside her on the ground.
The two were still standing and sitting respectively.
Just like their few formal encounters in public before.
However, their respective heights were indeed reversed now.
He now looked down at her from a higher position, a difference in stance that felt like a turning of the tables.
A subtly comforting and addictive sensation began to burgeon within him.
The next second, like a falling line of dominoes, a once tranquil Heart Lake was instantaneously stirred, heralding an impending storm.
At that moment, Zhao Rong took a deep breath and then averted his gaze.
The dark swirls in his eyes slowly receded…
“What human nature! What nonsense are you spouting?”
Dugu Chanyi’s face flushed with thin anger.
Though she was sitting on the floor with her hands supporting her body, she held her head high, her face flushed red, staring straight at Zhao Rong, her voice crisply defiant:
“None of these vile things belong to me! Do not tarnish my innocence!”
Zhao Rong couldn’t help but glance at her.
The woman’s eyes reddened, like dewy crystal orbs, determined not to let tears fall in front of the men here.
Zhao Rong furrowed his brow slightly, a bit puzzled:
“Eh, they really aren’t yours?”
“Of course they aren’t mine! Why would I use such filthy dirty toys!”
“I saw you lying quite comfortably on it earlier; it looked like you frequent it…How could you not know what’s hidden inside?”
“You just said it was hidden, how could I know? This couch is an old piece from the palace, it was here when I entered the palace, and this palace was also the former Empress Dowager’s sleeping quarters…”
She choked up a bit, her teeth biting into her lip, “Zhao… Zhao Ziyu, I’ll say it again, this isn’t mine, do not tarnish my innocence!”
Zhao Rong neither confirmed nor denied, instead turning to take a closer look at the hole beneath the Beauty Couch.
It seemed to have been a hidden compartment, and from his angle, the items inside were quite comprehensive, including a spiked leather whip, thick hemp ropes, and even some glass vials filled with liquid…
The young Confucian Scholar couldn’t help but reveal a curious expression.
Dugu Chanyi turned her head, following his gaze in alarm, “You’re still looking!”
Zhao Rong shifted his gaze, muttering, “Quite a broad range of interests…”
Her eyes widened in aggravation, and, in a swift motion, she grabbed a couple of round objects from the ground beside her and threw them at him.
Zhao Rong tilted his head, dodging one that aimed for his head, and quickly caught the other.
He looked down at the irregularly shaped ping-pong-sized ball in his hand, curiously muttering, “Eh, is this called… Burmese Bell?”
Dugu Chanyi backed off a bit, teeth clenched, “You, you, stop talking! What filthy thing, I don’t know and… I don’t want to know at all!”
Zhao Rong glanced at the stunningly beautiful widow, her blushing face filled with a sacred, untouchable purity, her eyes showing disgust as she looked at him and the Burmese Bell in his hand.