"Yes," Fei Cui quickly agreed.
She went to fetch a cotton quilt from the room and was about to spread it on Xie Ruotong's bed.
"I meant, to make a bed on the floor."
"But there are no spare quilts left in the room. Just a few days ago, the lady had the servants take them away, claiming they were needed elsewhere," Fei Cui hastily explained.
Song Yanqing knew without thinking that it was his mother's prior arrangement.
"The bed is big, one person per quilt, we will not touch each other," Xie Ruotong said indifferently, "It is late tonight, my lord, you should rest early, you have to attend the early court tomorrow."
Song Yanqing resisted.
Ultimately, he consented silently.
Xie Ruotong slept inside the bed.
With her back to Song Yanqing.
Song Yanqing slept on the outside, also with his back to Xie Ruotong.
Xie Ruotong's room was very warm.
The candlelight dimmed at this moment, passing through the gauze, it inexplicably evoked a mix of emotions.
