"I came here, not to trouble you."
Pei Jue, knowing that she hadn't slept well on the wagon, gently stroked her face.
"I'll make arrangements. You should rest well tonight, and we'll talk tomorrow."
Feng Yun nodded, her mind already turning over how to break the current stalemate. After a simple wash, she wrapped herself in the bedding.
Traveling with the army, the lodging conditions were quite "basic."
Even after becoming Emperor, Pei Jue continued to adhere to past traditions, eating and sleeping in the camp, just like before...
Feng Yun, following his lead, naturally would not make herself an exception.
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The next morning, Feng Yun squirmed out from her cocoon-like bedding, glanced at the bright camp, and yawned as she asked Xiaoman.
"Where is His Majesty?"
Just as Xiaoman lifted the curtain and entered, a rush of cold air accompanied her.
"Your Grace has awakened?"
