Yue Jiang turned two more pages of her book when she heard a commotion outside. She gave Qing Ke a knowing look and said, "Look, here they come."
Yue Jiang placed the book on the table, pressing the pages down with a paperweight so that it couldn't be closed.
As she got up, Jing Yan had already entered, wearing his nightgown. Yue Jiang could smell the refreshing scent of soap on him, indicating that he must have finished bathing before coming over. She went up to greet him and naturally put her arm around him.
Before Yue Jiang could speak, Jing Yan glanced at the nearly double the number of candles in the hall and asked, "Why are there so many candles? It's easy for a fire to break out."
Yue Jiang led Jing Yan inside, her voice sweet yet aggrieved: "Your Highness, you ask me why I lit so many candles, but you should think about why you came back so late and didn't leave any candles for Your Highness. Isn't that my fault again?"
She turned her head and instructed, "Qingke, Your Highness is here. Go and extinguish some of the candles."
“Yes,” Qingke Fuli said, and went to extinguish the candles one by one.
As Jing Yan followed Yue Jiang toward the bed, he suddenly noticed a book on the table that shouldn't have been placed there carelessly, with a paperweight casually pressing down on the pages, clearly indicating that the person was reading it.
When Jing Yan saw the intertwined figures on the page, he suddenly tripped and almost stumbled.
"Your Highness, why are you stepping on my clothes? Look, they're torn again."
It's getting hot, and at night, the nightwear is thin, so I'm basically wearing a strapless long dress with a sheer, gossamer-thin outer garment.
Jing Yan stomped hard, and the outer gauze robe was torn with a rip, slipping from the shoulder to the elbow.
“How could Jiang’er leave such books lying around? Wouldn’t it be a laughing stock if the palace servants saw them?”
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