C10 Sleeping in Each Other's Arms

After sending off the two meddling imperial physicians, Jiang Qiuyue lazily lay down on the dragon throne. Her head was drowsy the moment it touched the back of the chair, and she couldn't care less about Wang Zujun. She yawned and was about to sleep.

The morning court was too early, she hadn't even woken up before going to court. Her brain hadn't even recovered yet, otherwise she wouldn't have fallen for that cunning fox, Xiao Ruoyu's words.

Wang Zhujun knitted his beautiful eyebrows as he stood up and stepped forward. "His Majesty has just recovered from his illness. I'm afraid that he will catch a cold if he goes to bed here."

"Then... "Go help me bring the quilt..." Jiang Qiuyue answered in a daze. After saying that, a gust of cold wind blew into the hall, and she curled up her body.

Wang Zhujun sighed softly and stepped forward. "Your Majesty still doesn't know how to take care of yourself, just like how you did when you were young."

When Jiang Qiu Yue heard this, she opened her eyes and smiled. "Then what do you think we should do?"

Wang Zhu Jun looked at her dotingly, as if he was in love with a child for no reason. He leaned forward and lay down on the dragon throne with Jiang Qiuyue. He opened his arms and hugged her.

Jiang Qiuyue was stunned. She didn't think that even the gentle Wang Zujun would be so bold and unrestrained. The youth's warm body temperature quickly warmed the Dragon Throne beneath him, as well as the young girl who didn't know what to do.

The Dragon Throne was very spacious. Even when two people were lying down, it did not seem crowded. It was just that both of their legs were slightly bent.

Jiang Qiu Yue didn't know whether to push him away or to let him hug her. If she pushed him away, it would hurt his heart.

Forget it, since I have delivered tofu to my doorstep, I'll just treat it as … With a pillow, he was her concubine after all, so such contact was not a big deal. Besides, there was an inexplicable sense of security when you were with him.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qiuyue became like an octopus with her hands and feet wrapped around Wang Zujun. Her hands wrapped around his waist, and her leg rested on his leg, feeling incomparable warmth for a while.

Wang Zujun lowered his head and rested his sharp chin on Jiang Qiuyue's shoulder, closing his eyes as well.

Both of their clothes were disheveled, and their heavy, sky-high crowns had fallen to the ground. Jiang Qiuyue sniffed, "Yo, yo, xi. It's very warm. Close your eyes, go to sleep!"

But in less than half a minute, Luo Ying tiptoed in and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Her Highness the Empress requests an audience."

"No, tell him to scram." Jiang Qiuyue didn't even open her eyes as she continued hugging Wang Zhujun and rubbed him against her chest. Warm jade was still in her arms as she thought, "Sly fox spirit, go to hell!"

Luo Ying revealed a troubled expression, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating. "Your Highness said that if you don't want to see the emperor, then I will pass on a message to him."

"Her Highness said that you shouldn't indulge yourself in matters of the heart, you should deal with the piles of government affairs as soon as possible." Luo Ying said while secretly observing Jiang Qiuyue's expression.

When Jiang Qiuyue heard this, she suddenly thought of that mess and immediately sat up like she was struck by lightning. Wang Zhujun, on the other hand, lazily lifted his eyes and instructed Luo Ying, "Since you've finished passing the message for the Queen, you may leave."

"Yes, your concubine is leaving."

Jiang Qiuyue rubbed his temples. Wang Zujun stood up and asked softly, "Has chenqie delayed Your Majesty?"

"It's fine." Jiang Qiuyue sat up straight, cursing Xiao Ruo Yu in her heart.

Without a doubt, the large stack of papers in front of the dragon throne was a difficult matter for the two prime ministers to desperately push away.

Jiang Qiuyue raised her head and smiled faintly at Wang Zujun. "Since I still have political matters to take care of, I'll go back to the palace first."

"Chenqie will take her leave." Wang Zhujun was slightly blessed. The jade ornament at his waist, carved from fine jade, made contact with the hook of the Ruyi Jade Belt, producing a melodious sound.

Jiang Qiuyue propped up her face and looked at his waist. There were a lot of things hanging on his waist: jade pendants, jade ribbons and hooks, stinky faces and folding fans, but they didn't seem too cumbersome at all.

Ah, he doesn't seem to be a young lad anymore. He has already married and became a man … Man?

However … The embroidery work of that scented sachet was truly tragic to behold.

There was no pattern to it, just a messy sewing needle with a struggling centipede embroidered on it. Without this scented sachet, the beautiful Imperial Concubine Su would have looked so beautiful that she could not be compared to the mortal world.