That night, Ye Qiu slept peacefully and refreshed, while Lin Jingxian, watching over him, seemed rather dispirited, with large dark circles under her eyes, looking extremely haggard and exhausted.
Ye Qiu snorted with a hint of ridicule, "How can she not look haggard? She spent the entire night on guard against any move I might make, as if she really thinks she's some Heavenly Immortal whom I can't do without."
However, pretenses still needed to be maintained. Feigning surprise, Ye Qiu said, "Princess Consort, what's happened to you? Are you ill?"
Given how much his predecessor adored Lin Jingxian, he wouldn't normally address her so politely, but since she herself said it was improper to call her by name directly, he continued to refer to her as Princess Consort.
Lin Jingxian responded with a good-natured smile, "Perhaps I caught a cold from not covering myself properly with the blanket last night!"
