Emperor Xiang Long Wei had a very good body. Mei Liang remembered from her past life that she had heard rumors—back when he was still an unfavored prince by the late emperor, he had begun training in martial arts from a young age.
Mei Liang couldn't help but blush in shame as memories of last night surfaced in her mind. Pushing those indecent thoughts aside, Mei Liang's gaze shifted back to the emperor.
Emperor Xiang Long Wei's body was strong and firm, not overly muscular, but powerful , His chest was firm, broad but not overly muscular — the kind of strength sculpted through discipline, not vanity.
Faint lines etched down his torso, a lean six-pack defined like carved jade, visible only when the outer robes slipped away. It was the sort of body that stayed hidden beneath courtly attire, yet once revealed, held a sharp, unspoken allure — graceful, lethal, and undeniably masculine.
