Song Ying's voice was hoarse: "Your Majesty, you must not delay the morning court session."

His ears were ringing, his head was ringing, and he couldn't sleep at all. Song Ying didn't try to persuade him, but Wei Yuanhua was like an alarm clock that couldn't be turned off, he was incredibly annoying.

He sat up in bed, looking sleepy.

Without even opening his eyes, Song Ying lifted the bed curtain and was about to get out of bed when Nan Yu suddenly pounced on him, leaning against his chest and falling fast asleep again. Wei Yuanhua saw everything clearly, his eyes widened, but he quickly lowered his gaze.

What a prodigy!

This mere day of pleasure has made it difficult for His Majesty to attend court in the morning.

Such a scourge cannot be allowed to linger!

Song Ying felt a chill run down his spine, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart. The fact that the emperor couldn't get up because of him would definitely spread throughout the palace within half a day, and might even affect the court.

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

Song Ying called softly, trying to wake the sleeping little emperor in her arms.

The lamp wick was really sleepy.

Finally, having no other choice and seeing that it was getting late, Song Ying didn't want to be branded as a seductive temptress. She hadn't done anything last night, so she laid Nan Yu down on the couch and helped him put on his clothes.

After washing her face and combing her hair, and even rinsing her mouth, Nan Yu finally woke up.

I rinsed my mouth myself.

Upon seeing Song Ying, the man had a face that brought him joy. Although he had been dragged out of bed and was furious, seeing him inexplicably improved his mood.

He said, "You shall accompany me to court."

Song Ying: "..."

Wei Yuanhua wanted to say something, but in the end he shut up. Luckily, Song Ying was a man, so he could just dress him up as a eunuch.

Finally, Song Ying accompanied Nan Yu to court.

Two eunuchs were to stand on either side of the dragon throne. Song Ying stood on the right. When the lamp wick got tired, it would look at him. A beautiful man is pleasing to the eye. Just a couple of glances at him would calm one's temper.

Today, the atmosphere in the court was unusually tense and fierce. The two factions of officials argued endlessly and refused to give in to each other. The noise was deafening. If the emperor hadn't been sitting on the throne, they probably would have started fighting. Nan Yu's head was spinning from listening to all this, and he managed to endure until the morning court session ended.

I hadn't eaten breakfast yet. I originally planned to have breakfast first and then take a nap, but several ministers came to the Imperial Study to make a fuss.

Although Emperor Chaoyu acted perversely towards his male favorites in the harem, he was exceptionally attentive to his concubines in the court.

Especially the imperial court.

They also listen to the advice of loyal ministers.

So everyone dared to yell at him to his face.

Nan Yu sometimes really wants to call the police.

Song Ying stood to one side, listening to their argument.

Unlike Nan Yu, who was quick to anger, he carefully analyzed the situation in his mind and had a plan in mind, but he didn't say anything. He just waited for His Majesty to send him away so he could go back to sleep.

The noise started after court and lasted until noon.

Nan Yu sat at the desk, visibly exhausted, like a flower that should have been growing happily under the scorching sun, but was gradually withered by the constant noise around it.

"Would you like to stay for a meal?"

He speaks in a listless tone.

tired……

The ministers looked at each other, realizing that His Majesty had not yet eaten breakfast, and it was almost noon, so they quickly took their leave.

With no one around, Dengxin wanted to go back to sleep and didn't even want to eat. She scanned the surroundings, her radar pinpointed Song Ying, and she dragged her to the couch.

Song Ying: "..."

Wei Yuanhua followed, and as soon as he entered, His Majesty said, "You may all leave. I need to rest. I will eat after I have had enough sleep."

Eunuch Wei said anxiously, "Your Majesty, your health is of utmost importance. Please move aside and have your meal first. I will then attend to you and help you rest."

Nan Yu just wants to sleep right now.

He lay down on the bed, but felt uncomfortable, so he got up, pulled Song Ying down, pulled down the curtains, took off his shoes, and fell asleep in a second.

Song Ying thought he was dead, after all, his body went limp instantly. She was even a little happy, but when she heard his even breathing, she sighed with regret.

Hearing the shouts outside, Song Ying felt much lighter. She moved the little emperor's arm away, carefully got up, and went out through the curtain. She put her index finger to her lips to signal for silence.

Eunuch Wei guessed that His Majesty was probably asleep.

Helpless, he led Song Ying out of the hall.

Instruct the imperial kitchen to keep meals ready for His Majesty to eat when he wakes up.

Despite their displeasure, they, as servants, had to be perceptive enough to know who His Majesty favored: "It's getting late, Lord Song, would you like to return for your meal?"

Song Ying didn't want to stay here anymore and nodded.

Back in the Cold Palace, after changing her clothes, she saw that Consort Song was out of favor again. The servants who used to fawn over the powerful and bully the weak were now kneeling trembling at the door. Who knew that she might be able to regain favor?

After this experience, the lackeys will never dare to act recklessly again.

Song Ying is not a kind-hearted person.

He glanced at the palace servants on both sides when he returned, and remained silent for the time being, but that didn't mean he didn't remember.

Nan Yu slept until five o'clock, when Wei Yuanhua called him to eat. He had only slept half full and hadn't eaten all day, so his stomach was growling with hunger. He put on his shoes, turned his head left and right, but didn't see Song Ying.

I searched my memory carefully, and before I closed my eyes I seemed to have pulled him to sleep with me. Where did he go?

With great insight, Eunuch Wei said, "Lord Song has gone back to rest."

Nan Yu: "...Oh."

You've got some nerve, running away without his permission?

I'm hungry, let's eat first.

After finishing his meal, Deng Xin said to Wei Yuanhua, "Call Song Ying here."

Eunuch Wei couldn't say anything, so he could only send someone to invite them.

Song Ying looked puzzled. It seemed his feeling was correct; the emperor was indeed different.

The Hall of Eternal Life.

Nan Yu was reading memorials. Some of them were so boring, asking all sorts of questions like what to eat, the weather, and what shoes to wear. Song Yinglai was there.

He was propping his head up with a brush held horizontally against his lips and nose, his small mouth slightly pursed, looking over the memorials as if he were a naughty young master who didn't study properly in school.

Song Ying approached, her eyes narrowing slightly for a moment.

Nan Yu's eyes lit up when she saw him.

The system misjudged the situation, and he wouldn't be too affected by the original owner. At least he didn't want to hit Song Ying; he just wanted to get him some sleep.

"His Majesty."

Nan Yu shifted her position to make room for Song Ying, pushed a pile of memorials to him, and took the brush from her upper lip, handing it to Song Ying, saying, "You help me review the memorials."

Song Ying knelt down.

He didn't know if the young emperor was testing him.

But right now, kneeling is the best option.

Nan Yu: "Get up."

Song Yingqi.

Nan Yu: "Approving the memorials." He handed over a pen.

Song Ying knelt.

(｀へ′) Jade: "Get up!"

rise.

He handed over a pen: "Hurry! Help me review the memorials!"

kneel.

As the saying goes, "Things shouldn't happen more than three times." With a loud bang, Nan Yu slammed her wolf-hair brush on the table, splashing ink onto the desk and staining some of the memorials on the top shelf. Two drops also landed on Song Ying's cheek.

It resembles a beauty mark, and it does look rather charming.

Song Ying was a tough guy. If he didn't want to, all this work would be his own. Being an emperor is so tiring. No wonder so many emperors died young.

He stared at the beauty for a long time.

My heart was pounding, pounding, and pounding again.

I can never get enough of looking at it.

I want to kiss you.

restraint.

I am the emperor, the whole world belongs to me. Song Ying was originally my male favorite, so why can't I kiss him?

The more I washed my head, the clearer it became, so I dismissed everyone else.

He took Song Ying's hand and led him back to the couch. He used a handkerchief to wipe the ink off his lips. Staring at those lips that looked so inviting to kiss, he lowered his head involuntarily, tentatively getting closer, then pulling away slightly, and then pressing against them again.