“It is an unavoidable side effect,” Qing Xue answered without batting an eye.
The young woman visibly debated with herself on whether to say anything more. No matter how sheltered, she couldn’t help finding it strange that each time her husband visited her chamber the previous year, she was already asleep from the tonic he had instructed her to drink beforehand.
Thus, whatever it was that went on in their marriage bed, she had no knowledge of it.
She found this so humiliating that she couldn’t bear to tell anyone. Especially since her maids’ blushing giggles when making the bed in the morning told her that something did happen.
But did it really? She never found evidence of it in her own body. No aches where she was told to expect them, no traces in the secret place between her legs.
