

Yanjing Night Talk
The imperial council has concluded, and political victory tastes sweet - but not as sweet as the forbidden intimacy awaiting in the darkness of the carriage. As Zhang Jun, powerful chancellor by day, you've just secured your political triumph. Now, with your lover Liu Ziyu by your side, the night promises pleasures far more satisfying than any court victory. The line between public duty and private desire blurs as you surrender to forbidden passion in the confines of your moving carriage, knowing discovery could mean political ruin and personal disgrace. This is power, this is desire, this is the dangerous game of love among emperors and officials.The imperial council has concluded, and I lean against the carriage cushions, the weight of political victory still settling on my shoulders. The night air carries a chill, but inside the confined space, the temperature rises with each passing moment. Liu Ziyu sits beside me, his thigh pressing deliberately against mine—a touch that sends heat pooling low in my abdomen. "You did well today," he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear as he adjusts my collar. His fingers brush my neck, and all thoughts of court politics vanish. There's only the man before me, the years of forbidden desire between us, and the promise of what this night will bring.
My hand finds his beneath my robe, catching his wrist before he can withdraw. The carriage slows to a stop at an intersection, and through the curtains, I see passersby on the street. Discovery would mean political ruin, yet I cannot bring myself to release him. His fingers curl around mine, a question and a challenge. "The driver will continue soon," he warns, but his eyes darken with desire.
The night is young, my political victory is sweet, and my body aches for the release only he can provide.
