A ray of scorching sun shone on her eyelids, and Yan Zhaozhao suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and she subconsciously raised her palm to cover her eyes. The next second, she struggled to open her eyes and woke up faintly.
Biluo, who had just sat up and was always paying attention to the direction of the bed, came over instantly, "Miss, you are awake." She had been used to calling Yan Zhaozhao "Miss" for some time, even though Xie Ciyan had returned and even the dynasty had changed, she had not changed back. "I will go get you some water to wash up."
"Wait." Yan Zhaozhao's voice was slightly hoarse, and her throat was a little dry. "Where is he?"
Biluo knew who her young lady was asking about, and her face was even more smiling. "The emperor is reviewing memorials in the Yangxin Palace. The emperor also said that as soon as the young lady wakes up, he will send someone to inform him."
Yan Zhaozhao was stunned, with a little confusion in her eyes. It took her a long while to suddenly remember that the emperor that Biluo was talking about was Xie Ciyan. Just one night had passed, and something had quietly changed dramatically, so unexpectedly that people could not react for a while.
She nodded, and then Biluo quickly brought back a basin of water for Yan Zhaozhao to wash. When wiping her young lady's hands, Biluo quietly pretended to be disrespectful and glanced at Yan Zhaozhao. Seeing her ruddy face and very good complexion, she could not help but feel tears in her eyes. Her young lady finally got her happy ending after all the hardships. Now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, even if he does not give her the position of queen, he will at least give her the position of concubine. In that way, the young lady's life in the future will not be too difficult. The harem is a place where people are used to flattering the powerful and bullying the weak. If you are of a lower status, even the palace maids and eunuchs dare to bully the master. If you are not favored and have no status, it is not much different from the cold palace.
She only hoped that the new emperor could withstand the overwhelming royal power and the temptation of the three thousand beauties in the harem after ascending the throne, and not let her young lady down.
Yan Zhaozhao woke up a little late, and it was almost lunch time when she woke up. When she washed and changed her clothes, Xie Ci Yan had already returned to Jinyuan.
Seeing her come out, Xie Ci Yan immediately came forward to greet her, his eyes were filled with warmth, which was completely different from his cold expression just now. "Did you sleep well last night?"
Such straightforward words made Yan Zhaozhao blush. She quietly signaled with her eyes that there were other people in the palace, wanting him to restrain himself. Xie Ci Yan was not afraid at all, and there was a little more doting in his eyes when he looked at her. The people serving in Jinyuan were all his confidants, so how could they not know when to look and when not to look. But
he did not say this out loud, and just followed Yan Zhaozhao and did not say anything else.
Xie Ciyan and Yan Zhaozhao sat down together. The eunuch beside him wanted to pick up the chopsticks to serve the two nobles, but was stopped by the man, who then waved his hand to indicate that they did not need to serve here. Everyone
bowed very tactfully and left the bedroom. "Now, there is no one around, maybe you have something to say to Miss Zhaozhao?" He said to her in a lazy tone, with a teasing look in his eyes, teasing her.
Yan Zhaozhao's cheeks turned even redder, and she looked as if she had drunk a few cups of wine. She lowered her head and muttered, "I didn't ask you to keep silent." As if she realized something was wrong, she turned and looked up suddenly, and saw that Xie Ci Yan was still wearing the black robe he usually wore. She couldn't help but frowned, "Why are you still wearing this black robe today? Shouldn't you be... wearing a dragon robe?"
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Zui Gu🔞 ( mtl)
Historical Fictionauthor (Wine and Evening Music) not mine I kinda like this story already 😃 With the enemy at the gates, the king of a country, sitting on the dragon chair, still turned a deaf ear to the outside world, holding the beauty in his arms and enjoying hi...