Ling Shumo said this with a smile and exclaimed, "No wonder everyone says you are the most talented person in the capital. Today, after seeing the poem you wrote, I know that your talent is truly well-deserved."
Seeing Ling Shumo's expression soften, Si Jiangzhi finally relaxed a little. "If Your Highness feels a little better after reading this poem, then it will be worth the effort I put into writing it."
After the colorful phoenix was displayed, Shi Qi ordered his servants to take it down and store it in the warehouse.
Now, the sky outside has completely darkened. Si Jiangzhi came to Guangming Palace specifically for this trip, and he was stuck in the evening rest time, obviously wanting to stay and serve Ling Shumo.
But Ling Shumo was not interested. "It's late, and I'm lonely. Shujun should go back and rest early."
The smile on Si Jiangzhi's face froze for a moment, but he had to force a smile and said, "Then your highness should rest early. I will not stay here to disturb you."
Si Jiangzhi's figure quickly disappeared from Guangming Hall. After Si Jiangzhi left, Ling Shumo sat in front of the desk for a while before calling for the servants to help her wash up and rest.
The candles were blown out one by one.
Ling Shumo lay alone on the large bed, feeling empty inside.
For several months, she had asked Jiang He to read her a bedtime story every day. Today, there was no sound of reading to accompany her to sleep, nor was there a familiar person lying beside her. She tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Ling Shumo couldn't help but sigh: habit is truly a terrible thing.
The night grew darker.
Ling Shumo turned over.
She would not summon Jiang He again. As for her unaccustomed to falling asleep alone, it was simply because she was in need of a storyteller. Tomorrow morning, she would instruct Shi Qi to go to Chengguang Pavilion and find a man with a pleasant voice to help her sleep.
Ling Shumo turned over again. She was feeling a little sleepy now, but her mind couldn't help but wander, and she still couldn't fall asleep. This feeling of being physically sleepy but mentally alert, in the quiet of the night, was a bit maddening.
Ling Shumo tossed and turned in bed, finally sitting up and lighting the candle beside the bed. She couldn't wait until tomorrow night; she wanted to call a man with a nice voice to stay with her right now. There was nothing else in the East Palace, and there were men everywhere waiting to help her sleep. She could call ten, not just one.
…
It's late at night.
Shi Qi and several young attendants came to the door of Chengguang Pavilion, holding lanterns in their hands.
Chengguang Pavilion was pitch black, but not quiet. From a long distance away, one could hear someone shouting inside, "Xie Changfeng, it's late at night and you're not sleeping while others are. I really can't stand you anymore. You keep the oil lamp burning until midnight every day, and it makes it difficult for everyone to sleep well. Others don't scold you because they have a good temper, so I'll say what they want to say..." The man's voice stopped here, and then there was the sound of tearing cloth.
Xie Changfeng's voice collapsed, "Xiwu, stop it, let go quickly! Let go!"
Yugiri raised her voice and cursed, "No one can stop you from embroidering during the day, but night is the time to sleep. What are you loosening up? I'm going to tear up everything you've embroidered. Let's see if you can learn your lesson this time."
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