Watching the carriage carrying An Jing back to Fenghua Palace disappear from sight, Xiao Changyi emotionlessly followed Su Chengyu to the East Palace.
Since there was no morning court session the next day because of the holiday, Su Chengyu firmly dragged Xiao Changyi into his study to chat until dawn. Of course, Xiao Changyi hardly spoke a word; it was all Su Chengyu talking nonstop. Changyi was so annoyed that he wanted to knock Chengyu out to end it.
Seeing that it had grown light, although there was no need to attend the morning court, they still had to pay respects to the emperor, their father. Only then did Su Chengyu release Xiao Changyi, having said everything he wanted to say; after that, Su Chengyu went to Jun Palace to pay his respects to the Emperor of Xiyun. It was only after returning from there that Su Chengyu went to sleep.
And he slept with great satisfaction. Ah... the feeling of having said everything was so good...
Xiao Changyi had never paid respects to the Emperor of Xiyun. As soon as he left the East Palace, he returned to Fenghua Palace.
An Jing was still asleep. Even though Xiao Changyi pushed the door very gently, An Jing, ever vigilant, heard it. Her ears twitched, and she instantly woke up, immediately sitting up in bed on high alert, looking towards the door.
The door was shielded by an intricately elegant screen that prevented her from seeing who was entering.
However, the unfamiliar environment made her pause for a moment before quickly realizing she was already in the Imperial Capital, in Fenghua Palace; presumably, no one would dare to enter uninvited. Thus, she tentatively called out, "Husband?"
Just as she called out, Xiao Changyi happened to walk lightly from behind the screen. Seeing it was truly her husband, she immediately gave him a big smile.
Xiao Changyi was quite annoyed. Despite his efforts to be as quiet as possible, he had still awakened his wife.
Noticing what her husband was annoyed about, only after he sat down by the bed did An Jing comfort him, "Don’t be like that, it’s just that I’m highly vigilant."
After all, she used to be in the special forces!
Being highly vigilant was a good thing, and Xiao Changyi was no longer annoyed. He got up, took off his clothes, and then lay down beside An Jing, pulling her into his arms and covering them both with a thin blanket.
"You should sleep some more," Xiao Changyi whispered.
"Mm," An Jing replied, but instead of closing her eyes to sleep right away, she asked, "Did you talk with Chengyu all night?"
Xiao Changyi immediately became displeased, "It was all him talking." He paused, "Next time, don’t let me put up with this annoyance from him again!"
An Jing couldn’t help but laugh, "I was just worried he’d get frustrated holding it all in. He’s a chatterbox, and it’s been a month and a half since he last wrote you a letter; he must have been really anxious."
Xiao Changyi huffed, "He didn’t go to pieces when I wasn’t around in the past."
An Jing snuggled closer in Xiao Changyi’s arms before saying, "The burden he carries now is heavy, the pressure is great. With the emperor aging, all state affairs that can be handed over to him are given to him, and the expectations placed on him are extreme. It’s not fair to compare it to the past. Even if you don’t consider the fact that he’s your sworn brother, you should at least consider the welfare of the many citizens of Xiyun."
He knew this all too well.
Because he understood, despite his annoyance, he hadn’t really done anything about Su Chengyu, the chatterbox.
Xiao Changyi said nothing but simply lowered his head, kissed An Jing on the forehead, then held her even tighter.
An Jing actually understood that Xiao Changyi knew all this, so she didn’t say anything more. Seeing that Changyi was holding her even tighter, she asked, "Husband, you must be tired, right?"