But before she could raise her head, Cheng Ying had already pressed the sleep point on the back of her neck. Yu Jiao's body softened and she fell asleep in his arms.
Cheng Ying lowered her eyes and looked at her quietly. After a long time, she raised her hands and put her arms around Yu Jiao's waist, holding her tightly in her arms with a somewhat stiff movement.
The moment he held the person in his arms, his usually empty chest seemed to be filled. This was a sense of security and satisfaction that Cheng Ying had never experienced in more than ten years.
He sank into the dark dry well, imagining that the moon in his heart was hanging above the tiny wellhead. He looked up and waited day after day and year after year, and finally today he reached out and touched the moon in his heart.
Finally it's no longer a fantasy.
A sigh was heard in the silent darkness. Cheng Ying opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling of the tent until the morning light began to shine through the window.
There was the sound of servants moving around outside. Cheng Ying blinked her dry eyes, which were already filled with red bloodshot.
He moved his somewhat stiff arms. The person in his arms was sleeping soundly. Cheng Ying gently stroked her long hair that was as smooth as silk, then removed his arms and got up from the couch.
A low voice came from outside the room, "The master was asked to leave by the people from the Dali Temple at Chou time last night. Before he left, he told his wife to sleep a little longer."
"I'll go to the kitchen and tell them to cook breakfast later today."
Hearing the footsteps fading away, Cheng Ying leaned over to tuck in the quilt for Yu Jiao. He stared at her face deeply for a long time, raised his hand and gently touched her cheek before getting up and leaving.
At the Imperial Household Department, Xia Ning saw Cheng Ying coming back and immediately stepped forward and whispered, "Sir, the emperor summoned you last night, but I said you were out of the palace on business and evaded the question."
Cheng Ying responded absentmindedly.
Xia Ning noticed that his outer robe was full of wrinkles, as if he had slept in it last night. This was very unusual. The governor always liked cleanliness and rarely did this. He thought it was related to what happened last night.
He went to the side room to get a new robe and continued, "Your Majesty intends to leave for Xianyang today, and I have asked someone to pack the luggage. The Dali Temple received the news last night and did not suspect anything. Yu Qizhe entered the palace at 3 a.m., and the Yangxin Palace sent a message. He reported to Your Majesty that Ji Wudao had led his troops back to the capital, and then Your Majesty sent someone to summon you."
Cheng Ying nodded. He had expected this. Last night, he had someone leak the news that Ji Wudao was leading his troops back to the capital to Yu Qizhe's people, and they guessed that he would meet the emperor.
Cheng Ying changed into a robe, and a young eunuch came in with a copper basin to help him wash. He soaked his hands in the warm water, and Cheng Ying couldn't help but think of the warm touch of his fingers when he stroked Yu Jiao's cheek.
Junior sister is alive and well.
Last night in his arms, he had thousands of words to say to her, but he didn't dare.
"I'm going to see His Majesty." Using a handkerchief to dry the water marks on her face, Cheng Ying instructed calmly, "Find something for Yu Qizhe to do. It's best not to let him return home at night."
Xia Ning didn't understand what he meant.
Cheng Ying did not explain further, but only said: "Since he is the Junior Official of the Dali Temple, then send more files to him and let him investigate those old cases thoroughly."
"I'll arrange it right away." Although Xia Ning didn't know why Cheng Ying gave such an order, after following Cheng Ying for many years, he had already developed the habit of obeying the orders of the Supervisor.
Just when Xia Ning was about to walk out, Cheng Ying glanced at him and suddenly called him.
"Does the Governor have any other instructions?" Xia Ning bowed.
Cheng Ying looked at him and shook her head. What should she say? He suddenly realized that even Xia Ning was much better than him. At least Xia Ning was a man. If he were Xia Ning, he could stand in front of Jiaojiao with dignity.
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