Suddenly, the words of his mother echoed in his ears.
Speaking of his prime age, if he couldn't control himself...
Of course not.
He wouldn't allow himself to be so unrestrained.
He never would, ever since he was young.
Song Yanqing forced himself to sleep.
In his heart, he silently recited the Classic of Filial Piety, and after finishing the Classic of Filial Piety, he recited the Analects...
So it was.
Ultimately, he got through the night this way.
The next morning.
Song Yanqing, naturally tired in body and mind, got up early for the morning court.
Just as he walked out of Xie Ruilin's room, he saw Xie Ruotong wearing a blue outfit not far ahead of him.
Xie Ruotong also saw Song Yanqing.
Out of courtesy.
She approached and saluted, "My lord, good morning."
"Up so early?" Song Yanqing said, his tone neither warm nor cold.
But it was.
Just a normal exchange of courtesies.
"I thought to go out early for the morning market." Xie Ruotong replied.
