Shen Wei was utterly drunk, slumped dizzily in Li Yuanjing's arms. She lifted her head and gazed at him with bleary eyes: "Your Majesty?"
Then, as if murmuring to herself, she added: "Oh wait, no... the Retired Emperor..."
Li Yuanjing held Shen Wei by the waist to keep her from falling. His heart warmed as he said softly, "From now on, you don't need to call me 'Retired Emperor.' Just call me Yuanjing."
Shen Wei, too intoxicated to comprehend, simply blinked at him.
Li Yuanjing coaxed her gently, "Shen Wei, say 'Yuanjing' for me."
Dazed, Shen Wei instinctively obeyed: "Yuanjing..."
In that instant, Li Yuanjing felt an overwhelming surge of warmth flood his heart. His entire being trembled with emotion, a happiness too profound for words.
Apart from his late father and elder brother, and his mother who was still recuperating in the south, Shen Wei was only the fourth person to ever call him by his name.
The feeling was indescribably sweet.
