Chapter 111 Kicking Out of Bed
An indescribable sense of absurdity suddenly surged into Jiang Huan's heart, and the embarrassment and struggle she had just felt were instantly shattered by this dramatic turn of events.
She stared at the sleeping face so close to hers, a lump in her throat that made her heart ache.
"Huo Lin!" Jiang Huan gritted her teeth and squeezed out two words, "You..."
She was so angry she couldn't find the right words to describe it.
Jiang Huan angrily pushed Huo Lin away, and Huo Lin just grumbled in dissatisfaction.
She frantically pulled her pitifully tattered nightgown tighter and haphazardly tied the crumpled tie into a knot.
Then he buried himself in the pillow, leaving Huo Lin with a puffed-up back.
Nothing was said that night, until dawn broke and a hazy, clear light shone through the window lattice into the bedchamber.
Huo Lin was awakened by the dull pain from his hangover; his temples were throbbing with pain.
He frowned, his body's instincts preceding his conscious mind, feeling only the real and comfortable sensation of the soft, fragrant touch in his arms.
He hummed contentedly.
However, this comfort did not last long.
As his confused consciousness gradually cleared, fragments of last night's memories began to flood his mind.
The poisoned wine at the victory banquet, Jiang Huan being embraced by her own body in Weiyang Palace.
And...and that fleeting glimpse of gleaming white beneath the loosened nightgown...
boom!
All the blood seemed to rush to his head instantly, and Huo Lin suddenly opened his eyes, fully awake.
What came into view was Jiang Huan's peaceful sleeping face, so close to his.
She lay on her side, facing him, her long eyelashes drooping quietly like butterfly wings, casting a faint shadow beneath her eyes.
His arm was wrapped around her slender waist, holding her tightly in his embrace.
What's even more striking is that the neckline of her plain-colored nightgown was loose, and her exposed skin shone alluringly in the morning light.
【What have I done?!】
A storm raged in Huo Lin's heart, and he was instantly overwhelmed by immense embarrassment.
[Untie her clothes? And even asked for her clothes?]
[I, the Emperor! I, the supreme ruler, have become like a scoundrel, a lecherous rogue who lusts after virtuous women...]
He froze, unsure whether to pull away from Jiang Huan's arm or let go, feeling that the soft touch had suddenly become unbearably hot.
What will she think of me when she wakes up? Will she think I'm frivolous? Will she be angry? Last night... last night it seems like...
The fragments of memory made Huo Lin suddenly realize that he seemed to have fallen asleep at a crucial moment.
Heavens above!
Huo Lin felt a deep sense of despair, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
"Having committed such a despicable act, so frivolous, I have finally fallen asleep like a useless drunkard?"
After the initial frustration, a strong sense of resentment and a restless desire instantly took over.
As dawn broke and the air was filled with the warmth and fragrance of jade, the unfinished business of last night swirled in my mind like a curse.
Huo Lin lowered his eyes, his gaze lingering uncontrollably on Jiang Huan's exposed skin.
She's still asleep.
No, this is already outrageous; I cannot take advantage of their misfortune!
But it was just a tiny bit short...
Huo Lin's breathing suddenly became heavy and hot, and his heart was filled with turbulent thoughts.
Snap—
Just as this internal struggle was raging, a crisp sound broke the tranquility of the palace.
Jiang Huan's uninjured leg, with perfect precision and a touch of temper, kicked Huo Lin.
The force wasn't great, but it was enough to catch the emperor, who was lost in his own surging emotions, completely off guard.
"Hmm."
Huo Lin groaned, his body instantly losing its balance.
The next moment, with a muffled thud, Huo Lin fell to the ground without any decorum.
A moment of deathly silence fell over the bedchamber.
Huo Lin lay on the ground, somewhat dazed from the fall.
The hangover headache and dull pain in his buttocks mingled together, causing his handsome face to contort for a moment.
He blinked blankly, seemingly not yet having realized what was happening.
On the bed, Jiang Huan slowly "woke up," rubbing her eyes as if she had just been awakened by the noise.
She propped herself up halfway, leaned over the edge of the bed, and looked down at the somewhat disheveled emperor on the ground.
The morning light outlined her pretty features, and the corners of her lips curved into an extremely innocent smile.
"Your Majesty, it's getting late. You should probably go to court."
[Did I get kicked off the throne?]
This realization felt somewhat unbelievably absurd. Huo Lin subconsciously looked up at the warm and comfortable bed, but at that moment it seemed like a world away to him.
"cough."
Huo Lin cleared his throat, trying to regain some of the majesty befitting an emperor.
He pushed himself up from the ground, his movements slightly stiff, trying to maintain an upright posture, as if he hadn't just fallen off the bed.
It's getting late indeed.
But I am not reconciled!
"Wang Degui." His voice was low and steady, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
Wang Degui, who was guarding the outer hall, immediately jogged in, his eyes downcast, seemingly oblivious to the subtle atmosphere in the bedchamber and the emperor's slightly disheveled appearance.
"Your servant is here."
"Change your clothes and go to court."
Huo Lin spoke concisely, his gaze lingering on Jiang Huan's face for a final moment.
He then turned around and strode towards the outer hall, his wide sleeves stirring up a cool breeze, his back as straight as a pine tree.
No rush.
"Our hearts are connected; the future is long."
[How could my grand plan of serving you in bed be ruined by a single bout of drunkenness?]
Only when that determined, even slightly defiant, voice faded completely outside the palace with the sound of footsteps did Jiang Huan collapse back onto the soft bed.
Thinking of Huo Lin's defiant spirit as he left, and the heroic words he roared in his heart, she rolled halfway around in her blanket, her cheeks flushed red.
What grand undertaking of serving the emperor in bed? She's not ready yet!
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