Tong Su was sleeping soundly when she felt a warm, cozy source of heat right next to her. She automatically moved closer to the source of heat. The man, half asleep and half awake, opened his arms and pulled her closer. Unintentionally, she ended up lying in his arms.

I slept until night.

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—The above is a rough guess made by the little empress in her confusion.

When she was startled awake by birdsong outside the window and woke up groggily with a yawn, the hall was already dark. Qinghe was not in the room, and the quilt was soft and warm. There was something wrapped around her waist, restricting her movements.

For a moment, Tong Su thought she was experiencing sleep paralysis, so she struggled, raising her hand to grope around, and then—

I touched the firm, thick, warm, and smooth pectoral muscles.

Tongsu: "?"

Tong Su: "!!"

Tong Su: "…………"

Ancestors above, what on earth is going on?!

She was surrounded by the man's clean, capable yet highly invasive masculine scent. He held her in his arms, and the two of them were covered with the same blanket, their posture intimate and ambiguous.

But it wouldn't be accurate to say that he took full advantage, because she was clearly holding one of his arms tightly in her arms. It looked more like she, a tyrannical ruler, had been lustful and dragged the valiant general into bed...

So she has completely fallen from grace and is no longer fit to be a virtuous and wise ruler?

Choking back tears.

When Xi Chenzhou was woken up, the imaginary girl in his arms had already written the second part of the script, "She started to indulge in pleasure, built massive projects, became a tyrannical and lustful ruler, and forcibly abducted men from the common people," which was "inciting the people's anger and rebellion, breaking through the imperial city and killing them in front of her."

And she began to consider whether to pair him with a "surrendering empress who is so happy she forgets her homeland" or "a fierce empress who would never surrender and instead set herself on fire in the Qianqing Palace."

The man wasn't fully awake yet; he only felt a soft, fluffy thing in his arms. With his eyes half-closed and head down, he saw a pair of round, bright eyes that looked like shimmering autumn water.

Everyone knows that the autumn water is clear.

However, it is also so clear that it is ruthless.

The soft, yielding voice said, "I feel I can still save things, so..."

"Um?"

"...Therefore, I'm not really willing to take responsibility."

Then he kicked him off the dragon bed.

With a loud bang, Qinghe and the deputy general guarding outside the hall were startled and pushed open the door to see what had happened:

"His Majesty!?"

"Lord Marquis?"

The door creaked open, and before anyone could even enter, a furious shout rang out: "Get out—"

The two men shrank back, wondering why the Marquis was so angry. If the Marquis was angry, what about His Majesty? They hoped His Majesty wouldn't be hurt…

Then a soft, innocent female voice said, "I'm fine, don't worry. Go out first, I want to talk to the general for a while longer."

The two of them made two "oh" sounds and quickly retreated.

Tong Su sat on the side of the bed, wrapped in a thin blanket, her expression full of innocence: "General, are you alright?"

Xi Chenzhou rubbed his forehead and ground his teeth.

Anyone who wakes up and, before even having a chance to admire their wife's charming sleeping face, is kicked off the bed, wouldn't be in a good mood.

But looking at the little girl's still-rosy cheeks as she slept, like a fluffy kitten, his anger subsided and he gave a wry smile.

What else can I do? She's my wife, of course I have to pamper her.

Even if you get kicked out of bed!

They still have to be pampered.

"I am fine. Is Your Majesty injured? The night air is chilly; please be careful not to catch a cold."

"I'm fine, I'm perfectly fine." She smiled. "The floor is cold, General, you shouldn't sit there, or you'll catch a cold."