Long Yue woke up and found herself lying in an unfamiliar environment, her arm a bit numb, and her body uncomfortable.
She quickly blinked, shaking off sleep, sat up, and looked around.
Simple and unadorned, yet refined and luxurious, is this... the Emperor's bedchamber?
Long Yue was dumbfounded, hastily turned around, and saw a breathtakingly handsome man lying quietly by her side. This was her husband, Li Qingmu!
Oh... my god!
Long Yue was about to lose it, she actually slept on the Dragon Bed?
The Emperor must know, will he hold me accountable as Little Black?
Long Yue was extremely flustered, but when she saw her husband's serene brows in his sleep, she felt that nothing else mattered.
As long as he's okay, everything is okay!
"The Emperor is arriving—"
A sharp voice from the eunuch outside, Long Yue glanced at the man again, quickly kneeling.
This time it was not to bow, but to kneel; she knew she had made a mistake.
