C37 Your Majesty Is Your Favorite

Late at night.

Luo Ying put down the oil lamp in her hand, "Your Majesty, it's time."

Jiang Qiuyue shook her head to drive away the drowsiness in her mind and yawned. "You're not here yet?"

Just as Luo Ying was about to answer, the window frame on the west side of the hall started shaking. After three long and one short knocks, the room was quiet again