"Emperor?"
Xia Ruqing was groggy.
Zhao Junyao didn't answer. He rose, took off his outer robe, and slipped under the bedcovers.
Feeling a source of warmth approaching, Xia Ruqing, without even opening her eyes, snuggled closer.
Then, like a cat finding its haven, she contentedly chose a comfortable spot, squinted, and drifted back to sleep.
Zhao Junyao was somewhat taken aback as he looked at the petite woman in his arms, her body slightly cool.
The faint scent of medicine emanating from her lingered at the tip of his nose.
His heart softened into a puddle, and he felt a touch of heartache.
With her kind nature, not competing or clamoring for favor, how did she become utterly wicked in the Empress Dowager's eyes!
She's weak from childbirth, and I can't even bear to let her suffer the slightest fatigue or injustice. How could the Empress Dowager be so heartless?!
The woman I cherish and pamper, when did it become anyone else's place to bully her?
