From now on, he will no longer have to guard that cold room alone. No matter what time he comes back, there will be someone to leave a light on for him.

Thinking of Yang Mu'an, he felt a slight relief in his heavy heart.

He walked to the door and quietly pushed it open. As soon as he entered, he saw Yang Mu'an lying on the bed, fully clothed and sprawled out.

He walked to the bedside and saw that the girl was not sleeping well; her brows were furrowed tightly, and her hands were gripping the blanket tightly.

Sang Yun couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her.

He had slept together so many times before, but he had never seen Yang Mu'an so nervous and scared.

Thinking of this, he felt a wave of self-reproach. He gently squatted down by the bed and carefully took Yang Mu'an's foot. Before he could reach Yang Mu'an's foot with his other hand, she kicked him away.

Sang Yun was so focused that she didn't notice and was actually kicked hard in the chest.

Yang Mu'an instantly regained her senses. She reached out and drew the sword from the bedside, pointing it directly at Sang Yun.

Sang Yun quickly dodged back two steps, barely managing to avoid the tip of her sword.

Yang Mu'an was stunned when she saw who it was. She hurriedly sheathed her sword and looked at Sang Yun with a frown, asking, "Husband?"

Sang Yun walked to her side, pulled her to sit on the bed, paused again, picked up her ankle, and helped her take off her shoes.

His action instinctively stunned Yang Mu'an.

She never expected that Sang Yun would actually squat down to help her take off her shoes.

She looked at her shoes and blinked: "Husband, is there any news about my eldest sister and fourth sister?"

Sang Yun pursed her lips and shook her head slightly: "No."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled Yang Mu'an into his arms: "Let me hug you."

Yang Mu'an, who had been about to say something, suddenly fell silent, her ears turning red as Sang Yun held her tightly.

Just as she was hesitating whether to speak, she heard a steady breathing sound.

Yang Mu'an: ...

She gently nudged Sang Yun on top of her, and when he didn't react, she knew he must be asleep.

Yang Mu'an sighed softly, gently laid Sang Yun's body flat on the bed, took off his shoes and covered him with a blanket before lying down next to him again.

She looked at the red curtain above her head, then turned to look at Sang Yun, who was sleeping soundly, and slowly closed her eyes as well.

...

The next day, Sang Yun got up early in the morning. Just as he was about to continue looking for Sang Jiang and Sang Ruo, he received an imperial decree telling him that he no longer needed to search.

Sang Yun couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Yang Mu'an woke up when he got up, and now she came out and looked at Sang Yun, saying softly, "Husband."

Hearing her voice, Sang Yun turned around and walked to her side: "Why don't you sleep a little longer? I can handle these things."

Yang Mu'an pursed his lips: "It's nothing."

Although he found the reason for this strange, since Long Jingchen had issued an imperial decree, he had no reason to look for it anymore. Perhaps the emperor had already found it.

He looked at Yang Mu'an beside him and said softly, "Madam, I'm sorry to trouble you with Yanzhi's funeral arrangements, after all, she was staying at the manor..."

Yang Mu'an smiled and said, "It's alright. As long as we can make a good life together in the future, why dwell on this day? Nobody wanted my cousin to pass away. Husband, just do what you need to do. Don't make concessions for me."

"Mm." Sang Yun nodded gratefully...