He raised his hand and touched my head, then said generously, "It's okay. If you feel a little guilty, can you help me change my clothes?"
I nodded obediently, knowing that I was in the wrong.
He stood up and got out of bed, and I followed him down to take his dark blue robe from the shelf.
He stood there with his arms stretched out, and I helped him put on his right sleeve, then went around his back to put on his left hand, and finally stood in front of him and helped him close his collar.
As I helped him straighten his clothes, I subconsciously asked, "How did you wake up so easily?"
I was obviously very gentle and careful.
"It's a habit left over from previous wars," he replied. "It's normal for soldiers to be 'ready to fight at all times.'"
I nodded. I did remember the idiom. Only by experiencing it personally could one know the hardships and difficulties involved in a march.
I continued to help him tie the laces and pin the white jade pendant. After a few actions, my mind became clearer.
That's not right. If he woke up the first time I poked him, why did he still seem like he was in a dream when I poked him the second time?
I quickly raised my head and looked at him: "Your Majesty, did you wake up the first time I touched you?"
"Yeah." He raised his eyebrows slightly and began to wait for my next words.
"Then - when I touched you the second time, you were still sleeping soundly!" I frowned at him.
Either he is lying to me, or he is deliberately making fun of me!
He wasn't panicked at all, his eyes softened. "Don't you want me to know? I don't want to scare you."
Is he cooperating with me out of kindness? Should I thank him for that?
It seems to make some sense...
My clothes were already arranged, and he touched my uncombed hair: "Okay, I'm going to court now. If you're still sleepy, you can rest for a while."
I always felt something was wrong, but he was already walking out the door.
But the moment he turned around, I saw the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he looked in a very good mood.
!
I suddenly figured it out—
Wasn't he just watching me sneaking around nervously? Then he took advantage of my guilt and helped him change his clothes! And then he pretended like it was all for me and he didn't do anything!
Oh my God! What the—
Cunning, cunning, scheming, with ulterior motives, the world is in decline, people's hearts are no longer as they used to be...
Wow, this Song Heng! He's fooling me while I'm still asleep! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...
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