Jiang Yu resignedly took the bedding, spread it on the floor, and sat down.
He stared expectantly at Shen Lang.
Shen Lang shot him a look. "What, is Your Majesty displeased?"
Jiang Yu flinched and quickly waved his hands. "No... I'm just a little cold."
His response was another brocade quilt thrown in his face.
"…"
Alright, then.
The Little Emperor, having confirmed he had absolutely no chance of climbing into her bed tonight, hung his head.
If he had animal features, you would have seen a fluffy tail droop behind him.
And so, he spent a lonely, cold, and empty night.
Jiang Yu swore that from now on, whatever his Empress said, went. If she told him to admit he was wrong, he would drop to his knees first and ask questions later, no matter the circumstances.
After more than a decade of life, he was only just discovering how damn uncomfortable it was to sleep alone.
「The next morning.」
