Ye Wanwan could not sleep with him, but Zhao Yi stayed for the night. After the two took a bath, they lay down. Zhao Yi directly hugged Ye Wanwan into his arms. He knew that he could not do anything, but he was still in a good mood.
Weird.
"Your Majesty, I am not clean..." She wanted to drive Zhao Yi away and go to another concubine. Anyone could do it, as long as he didn't lie on her bed.
Even though he was the emperor and she was the concubine, she couldn't accept it.
But there was a smile in Zhao Yi's eyes, and those seemingly gentle but actually cold eyes made Ye Wanwan unable to say the next words. He was very wise and cunning, and she couldn't hide her little thoughts from him. If she said too much, she might make many mistakes.
Push yourself to a dead end.
"I know, and I don't mind it."
She was really honored.
Then the two of them fell asleep like this.
The two of them have their own secrets, they share the same bed and have different dreams. There is no sound in the night except for each other's breathing.
Nothing can be seen, but other senses are amplified, including each other's breath, touch, and temperature.
I don’t know how long it took, but the breath behind me was steady and long. Was he asleep?
Ye Wanwan moved her body. She remained in the same position for too long and her body became stiff.
He got up and went to the ground, sat on the edge of the bed for a while before he recovered. After regaining consciousness, he shivered, and then he realized that his body was cold.
Even so, she did not choose to go back to bed. She stood up and took a coat to put on the bed. She gently opened the door.
It was late at night, and a cold wind came in, making people tremble. Then Ye Wanwan saw the person standing guard at the door, who turned out to be Yan Chen.
Their eyes met, and both of them were a little surprised. Yan Chen had been leaning on the door frame just now. It could be seen that he was also a little sleepy, but he woke up because of her appearance.
There were Yangdi's people beside them, who had already fallen asleep leaning against the pillars. Yan Chen did not disturb them, and silently asked Ye Wanwan with his eyes.
Ye Wanwan shook her head. She was fine, but obviously she couldn't leave this door.
If these people knew she went out in the middle of the night, they might have planned something for her.
Ye Wanwan closed the door gently, went back to the bed and lay down again. Zhao Yi was beside her, not moving at all, sleeping deeply.
She couldn't help but reached out and touched his face gently. This was the face she had always wanted to hold, and now she finally touched it, but her heart was like a pool of stagnant water, unable to make any ripples.
No, it can't be said that she didn't feel anything. At least when she touched Zhao Yi's neck, she would wonder if she could stab him to death with a hairpin.
Thinking about being able to kill him with her own hands, she couldn't control her excitement.
It's a pity that Zhao Yi can't die now. He retracted his hand regretfully, pulled up the quilt to cover him, stared blankly, and didn't think of anything in his mind. He just let himself go until he couldn't hold back the sleepiness and fell asleep.
In the dark night, Ye Wanwan was in a daze, but she didn't know that Zhao Yi next to her was not really asleep either.
As an emperor, he was suspicious and vigilant. How could he fall asleep so easily? He knew all about Ye Wanwan's struggles and tossing and turning.
We slept together all night, everyone had their own secrets.
Zhao Yi got up at nine o'clock in the morning, and a crowd of palace servants came to wait for him to wash up. The lights illuminated the entire hall.
According to the rules, Ye Wanwan had to stand up to serve, but as soon as she moved, Zhao Yi pushed her back: "You are not feeling well, go to sleep."
As she spoke, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on Ye Wanwan's forehead. She couldn't refuse, but her thoughts were in a trance.
Zhao Yi went to court, and Ye Wanwan was no longer sleepy. She got up, took a cloak, put it on, and went to the small garden through the side door.
The sky was still dark, and the night bugs had also quieted down at this time. It was so quiet that the only sounds were the burning lights and the cool breeze blowing.
Ye Wanwan was sitting at the stone table. The table and chairs were cold, and the night wind made her cheeks feel a little chilly, along with the moisture from the early morning rain and dew.
She needs this coldness now to keep her head clear.
The sound of footsteps came closer and closer, and then there was a cup of hot tea in front of her, it was Yan Chen.
"The morning light is heavy with dew. Your Majesty is not in good health. It is better not to sit for a long time."
The tea cup Ye Wanwan touched was slightly hot, and the warmth seemed to be transferred from the palm of her hand to the bottom of her heart.
She seemed to hear the sound of coagulated blood flowing again.