Xiang Ying gently patted Jie Chen's back like calming a puppy, signaling him to relax.
"Look at the time, still drinking and admiring the moon? I'm not interested, I plan to rest now. You go and tell him not to bother anymore."
"Yes." The palace maid departed.
Xiang Ying lowered her eyes to look at Jie Chen's posture.
Now he was completely burying his head on her chest, his arms still tightly wrapped around her waist, pressing closely against her.
"You should go~" Xiang Ying reminded.
It would soon be time for the guards to change shifts; if Jie Chen were seen leaving Lu Feiyi's palace, that would be hard to explain.
Unexpectedly, Jie Chen looked up, his dark eyes full of a slight dissatisfaction from being pushed away.
"Why are you rushing me away? You haven't even asked if the knife wound from last time has healed."
Xiang Ying couldn't help laughing: "Do I need to ask? I just touched it myself."
Jie Chen was at a loss for words.
