A year ago.
Dawei.
The second spring after the Empress's death.
Xiao Pingfeng was still heavily intoxicated, staggering back from outside, he plunged headfirst into Yan Wanqing's chamber and fell asleep instantly.
While sleeping in a daze, he sensed someone beside him, accompanied by an annoying milky scent, and Xiao Pingfeng sobered up significantly in an instant.
"Who is it!"
His dark eyes shone with a chilling light, making the newcomer tremble with fear.
"It's you." Xiao Pingfeng frowned.
Liao Cuihua held a corner of a brocade quilt, about to cover him with it, but now she completely collapsed to the floor, terrified, her expression meek and pitiful.
"This humble servant, this humble servant just saw that Your Majesty had fallen asleep, and only then…" She tried to explain but saw Xiao Pingfeng raise his hand, "Get out."
"From now on in this chamber, without my command, no one is allowed in." He did not want to see anyone but himself here.
