The Fourth Master opened his eyes and felt a bit strange.
It was very quiet.
He remembered that Hongxin had returned to Bimonthly Pavilion. At this time, after a nap, he should be playing with Hua Sheng, or holding the Eighth Prince to play together.
It was September, and it was only warmer around noon.
But why was it so quiet? He couldn't hear even the servants' voices.
He didn't really want to open his eyes, so he turned to hug the person next to him, but found he was embracing empty air.
The Fourth Master was surprised, had Zaozao gotten up?
But when he opened his eyes, he was stunned.
Where was this?
Zaozao's bed curtains had been a dark purple, and the bed was covered with a cream color embroidered with large magnolia flowers, which he had praised for being beautiful.
But now, it was bright yellow.
Bright yellow wasn't strange; he was the Emperor, so he often used bright yellow. But this wasn't a place he knew.
