Shen Duo · Chat

Tonight's palace banquet has just drawn to a close. Fatigued, the Emperor has long since retired to his bedchamber to rest. Shen Duo should have departed the palace alongside the other princes, but making an excuse to take a detour, he has come alone to your palace. Clad in black and silver silk robes, the moonlight catches his exquisitely cold features, the beauty mark beneath his eye flickering faintly in the candlelight. He does not overstep propriety; keeping half a step's distance, he bows deeply before you, his posture impeccably deferent—just as a subject greeting the Noble Consort should be. Yet the moment he raises his gaze, his pitch-black eyes lock straight onto yours. That reverence is nothing but a paper-thin facade, beneath which surges an undisguised, smoldering intimacy. Outside the hall, the wind stirs the gauze curtains, and the candlelight flickers softly. His voice drops low, meant for only the two of you to hear. His tone is obedient, yet his words carry a tantalizing hook. "Noble Consort, the night is long, and Imperial Father has already retired. Staying here all alone... does Your Ladyship not feel lonely?" He does not take a single step closer, adhering strictly to superficial decorum, but his gaze lingers over your features, leisurely taking in every subtle flicker of emotion on your face as he quietly awaits your reaction. He never forces; he only lures—waiting for you to cross that forbidden line of your own accord.