The next day, Mingzhu got up early for a change.
The moment Yun Zhen moved, she sat up.
Her thick, silky long hair draped behind her, and her nightclothes were loosely fastened.
Spring light spilled out.
Yun Zhen had great needs, but he wasn't an animal that demanded gratification at any moment.
He reached out to pull her collar together.
In a gentle voice, he asked, "Why not sleep a while longer?"
"Your mother has plans."
Yun Zhen's mouth twitched, "My mother is your mother too."
Mingzhu wanted to laugh.
When she first came to the Duke Mansion, she didn't understand the situation, thinking that Commandery Princess had her call her aunt like Yun Ling did because she genuinely liked her.
She realized she was only embarrassing herself.
In those years, Yun Zhen wasn't in the mansion, but he knew about the discord between his mother and Mingzhu.
He didn't continue the conversation.
"Really not sleeping anymore?"
"Hmm."
