The heavy wooden doors of the carriage closed with a muted thud, instantly activating the complex sound-dampening runes carved into the mahogany frame. Outside, the bustling noises of the City Lord's courtyard faded into absolute nothingness. Inside, the dim, opulent cabin was lit only by a pair of faint, glowing core-stones, casting a warm, amber hue over the plush purple silks.
As the carriage lurched forward, its wheels rolling smoothly over the cobblestone streets of Thousand Waves City, the formal, business-like mask Meng Yan had worn outside shattered completely.
She didn't waste a single moment. Dropping her gaze, she sank directly to her knees onto the thick velvet carpet, positioning her voluptuous frame perfectly between Shen Yu's spread legs. The sheer contrast of a powerful, sovereign Matriarch kneeling submissively at his feet would have stunned the elites of the city, but here, stripped of her titles, she was simply a desperate woman looking up at her absolute master.
