Rubbing his eyes gently, his eyes immediately regained their radiance.
"Oh? You got up so early? How did you sleep last night?"
A magnetic voice sounded in my ears.
Turning around, he saw the man leaning on the ivory bed, holding his chin with his right hand. He was wearing a dark green python robe with gold thread embroidered on the chest.
The eyebrows were raised slightly, and there was a coldness and amusement on his extremely handsome face, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
A smile appeared on Yanran's face, her beautiful eyes were full of hope: "I slept well, thank you for your concern, Your Highness."
Seeing the indifferent expression on this woman's face, Xijian Liying sneered.
She had just woken up. Although she had not had enough sleep last night, her eyes were particularly bright, without any trace of fatigue, and she glowed with confidence.
It added a lot of color to her face that he couldn't understand at first.
Moreover, under his gaze, she quickly arranged her clothes without any embarrassment.
Moreover, she discovered that women in ancient times made their temples so complicated, time-consuming, and inconvenient.
Untied the disheveled hair from sleeping on the temples, and tied it into a bun with a hairpin and stuck it to the back of the head.
The whole person suddenly looked refreshed and neat.
Liying's handsome eyes in Xijian narrowed slightly, and the light in his eyes was obscure and unpredictable.
After she finished cleaning herself, she quickly packed the quilt on the ground into the shape of a military quilt.
"Okay," she clapped her hands, and the disgusted smile of Xi Jian Liying appeared on her face again: "Your Highness, I have slept here all night. I wonder if Your Highness is satisfied?"
"Your Highness, what other instructions do you have next?"
Xi Jian Liying sat up from the bed with a sneer on her lips.
This night, she was too well-behaved and obedient. She was not as well-behaved as Feng Qianxiao. Xijian Liying was thinking about her next plan.
Suddenly there was a sound outside the door, as delicate and crisp as an oriole coming out of the valley.