Qinghe came in with her maid carrying hot water for bathing and a hangover soup.

As soon as she entered, she saw Azi vomiting uncomfortably. She quickly put down the hangover soup she was holding, helped her sit down, and asked with concern, "Your Highness, are you alright?"

Azi felt like she was going to vomit. She glanced resentfully at the man who was still muttering in his sleep, but before she could say anything, she bent over and vomited again.

"Ugh, ugh..."

Qinghe patted her back tenderly, and the maid quickly poured warm water for her. Azi had vomited most of it and felt much better, but she still didn't want to get close to Di Jingcheng, who was covered in alcohol.

The two maids went out, and Azi nudged Qinghe: "You...you give him the hangover soup, I'm going out for some fresh air."

After Azi finished speaking, she got up and tried to leave. Qinghe quickly stepped forward to support her seemingly unsteady body: "Your Highness, why don't you go to the next room to rest?"

"Go to the attic and bring me a warm blanket. I'll sleep there tonight."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Qinghe helped Azi to rest in the pavilion, and then had the maid change the bedding to Azi's usual ones. Qinghe looked helplessly at the emperor, who was talking nonsense while drunk, turned around, locked the door, and went downstairs.

Cheng Er was dancing happily around the lively bonfire, holding a blazing torch in his hand, his handsome face burning red. Qing He thought he looked more like a lucky doll than a high-ranking imperial guard.

When this majestic emperor and his indifferent bodyguards arrived in this tribe, they completely let loose, like the free wind, right?

Qinghe squeezed into the crowd with disdain, struggling to pull him out; the deafening noise of gongs and drums was too much. Qinghe snatched the torch from his hand and casually shoved it to someone nearby, then dragged him toward the backyard.

Cheng Er was having so much fun that he was reluctantly dragged away by her: "Qing He, what's wrong?"

"What did you say?" Qinghe couldn't hear clearly because of the noise.

Cheng Er leaned close to her ear and shouted, "I was having so much fun! Why did you drag me out like that?"

Qinghe didn't speak, but pulled him to the backyard. They suddenly stopped downstairs, catching Cheng Er off guard and causing him to bump into her. Qinghe nearly fell to the ground, and Cheng Er quickly caught her by the waist, shouting, "Watch out!"

Qinghe stopped, feeling his arm, and felt a little embarrassed. She quickly stepped aside: "His Majesty needs your service! Hurry... hurry up and go up!"

After Qinghe finished speaking, she fled upstairs as if she were escaping. Cheng Er chuckled and asked, "What's wrong?"

When Qinghe and Cheng'er went in, Di Jingcheng had already rolled onto the ground and was lying there. Cheng'er went over and helped him up, and he kept calling out Azi's name.

Cheng Er laboriously put him back on the bed: "Where is the Empress?"

Qinghe was still somewhat caught up in the awkwardness of the moment, and when she helped the emperor up, Cheng Er's hand touched hers again—it was burning hot. She lowered her head, somewhat bewildered, holding the hangover soup in her hands.

Cheng Er noticed that her face was visibly red and asked curiously, "Qinghe, what's wrong? Quickly feed the Emperor that hangover soup. I'll help him bathe later."

Upon hearing his voice, Qinghe suddenly looked up, went forward to feed Di Jingcheng some hangover soup, and then left with a flushed face.

"Qinghe, where is the Empress? If the Emperor asks, I'll have something to say." Cheng Er felt that Qinghe was acting strangely today.

"Ah! Ah... Your Highness, Your Highness was affected by the Emperor's alcohol fumes and will be sleeping in the attic tonight. Um... I'll go take care of Your Highness; the Emperor is in your care!" Qinghe finished speaking and quickened her pace to leave. The evening breeze on her burning face made her feel much better.

Ah Zi was exhausted today and went to bed early.

Qinghe stood guard beside her, her mind replaying the embarrassing scenes from earlier that day.

Di Jingcheng, after drinking the hangover soup, became much more sober and immediately looked for Azi. Cheng Er told him that Azi was in the attic, and he tried to run out, but Cheng Er stopped him.

"Your Majesty, the Empress seems to be feeling unwell due to the smell of alcohol on you. Why don't you take a bath first?"

Di Jingcheng lowered his head and smelled his clothes. They were newly changed nightgowns, and the scent was the light fragrance of lilies that Azi liked.

Did you change my clothes?

Cheng Er quickly waved his hand: "It should be... Qing He!"

Di Jingcheng's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth: "What did you say?"

"Your Majesty, please don't be angry. Perhaps it was the Empress who switched them? This is just my guess."

Di Jingcheng didn't say anything more. He took a thorough bath, his body smelling pleasantly of flowers. He rinsed his mouth to make sure there was no smell before going to the attic. The door was locked from the inside. Di Jingcheng gave Cheng Er a displeased look. Cheng Er blinked innocently. What was wrong with him now?

Qinghe, who was awake inside, got up and spoke when she heard the commotion outside. Upon seeing who it was, she quickly made way for them. Di Jingcheng went inside and closed the door tightly, leaving two people to guard outside.

Azi was awakened by their commotion. When she saw the man crawl into her bed, she pushed him away from her chest in disgust: "Are you clean?"

Di Jingcheng chuckled and leaned in to hug her: "Baby, smell me, is there still an odor?"

Azi leaned in and sniffed the air with a practiced air, confirming that there was no smell left. "Go to sleep, I'm tired." She turned her back to the man and closed her eyes wearily.

Emperor Jingcheng propped his head up with a troubled expression, looking at her sleepy, innocent eyes. Today was their wedding night! He leaned down and nuzzled Azi's cheek affectionately: "Baby, have you forgotten what day it is today?"

Azi moved her eyelids: "Hmm?"

"It's our wedding night!" Di Jingcheng coaxed, gently kissing her little ear. Azi shrank her neck uncomfortably and pushed his handsome face with her little hand.

"Stop it~ I'm sleepy." After saying that, she fell silent and slept soundly.

Di Jingcheng pouted, looking utterly aggrieved. Fine, since his darling is tired, then he'll...

Azi always felt a shiver in her sleep, as if a puppy was licking her with its wet tongue...

Royal Palace

After reviewing the memorials, Emperor Jingyuan wearily got up and moved around. He slowly walked out, and Fuzi quickly followed with his cloak.

He walked and walked until he arrived at the Plum Garden, the place where they first met. Although winter had passed, the snow had melted, and the plum blossoms had withered, he could still find the plum tree where Azi had broken off a plum blossom. He stood there quietly, his eyes closed, reminiscing about something.

Fu Zi stepped forward and draped a cloak over his shoulders: "Your Highness, it's getting windy."

"Fu Zi, do you think that liking a woman means you have to be with her?" Di Jingyuan's longing for A Zi was like a spell, especially during the time she and his brother were away. He felt like he was going crazy thinking about her.

He began to wonder if silently protecting her was the right thing to do. Would it be better to take her away or confess his feelings to her than to do what he was doing now? He could give her everything his elder brother could, without missing a single thing.

Fu Zi pursed her lips and thought for a moment: "Your Highness, I have no experience with matters of the heart, but I believe that if you like someone, you should let her know. Otherwise, it's just unrequited love, and you're only torturing yourself. What if the woman also likes you?"

Di Jingyuan fell silent. Should he be brave this time?