"Han'er, but it's stuffy?" As I tried my best to cast my eyes on the delicate patterns depicted on the roof of the main hall and ignore the white color hidden under the water of the pool, the light waves on the surface of the water accompanied by the gentle female voice penetrated into my ears, making my scalp tingle for a while, but I had to turn my eyes and watch Kwong Xiqing's smooth arms sticking out from the water slowly coming.

Staring at the water droplet dripping into the fluctuating pool surface, I vaguely saw a vivid scene, I stiffened my neck, but my back was already against the hard pool wall...... When there was no way to retreat, the softness on her cheeks was gone, she hooked the corners of her mouth shallowly, and her voice was wet with water vapor and a trace of stickiness: "Your face is so red, don't bubble, get up." ”

“…… Well. "I felt as if my heart was about to jump out of my chest, and the heat of my cheeks could be known even without probing my hands—a moment of countless speculations passing through my mind, but I couldn't figure out her true intentions, and if it weren't for the fact that this body was the same gender and similar blood as Kwong Xiqing, I might have been more receptive to the explanation that I was being molested.

She didn't continue to approach, nor did she choose to continue this deliberate ambiguity, but turned around and waded ashore.

The next moment, I also followed her example and went ashore, wiping my body with a bath towel; Kwong's waist-length hair made the job difficult, and I, who was used to shoulder-length hair, began to feel a little scrambled.

I only heard a soft sigh with a smile, and my hair was lifted by warm fingers, and then I met her bottomless eyes...... I stopped my movements a little embarrassed, and let the pair of hands that controlled the lives and deaths of countless people, but looked white and elegant, deftly ruffled my hair, twisted them into a bunch and gently wrung them with a bath towel—her own hair was still dripping with water, and the water stains penetrated the light plain bedrobe, like a white lotus that had bloomed one after another, and each petal outlined the delicate curve wrapped at the bottom of the robe.

"Imperial Sister ......" I hesitated and didn't know how to speak, but she smiled, took another robe and shook it off, and draped it over my body.

"Let's go, don't catch a cold." When she saw that I had clumsily tied up my garment, she took me by the hand and led me to the other side of the temple door, not to the place where we had entered, which had a path leading to her bedchamber, so that she would not be exposed to the cold after bathing.

As soon as the door opened, the attendants who were guarding the outside of the hall gathered around her, carefully wiping her damp hair, while she continued to walk into the dormitory—the hand holding me naturally let go.

Ignoring the inexplicable blankness, I handed the bath towel in my hand to the attendants beside me, and they took over the wiping work, and followed step by step.

When our hair was almost dry, Kwong Xiqing sent all the attendants out of the hall, only the two children in charge of the night vigil and the lamp waited outside the curtain tent in the middle hall, the thin sound and shadow were stretched by the dim candlelight, and fell on the cold and hard floor tiles, barely adding some popularity to the empty dormitory.

- Yes, it seems to me that the palace where the emperor sleeps is not even as luxurious as the place where she works during the day, and although it has all the objects and utensils, it seems too plain against the backdrop.

In other words, it seems that this is just a place to sleep, not a haven for peace and relaxation, and I think that perhaps Shiyu Hall, which deals with political affairs, is more favored by her than this dormitory.

The floor near the bed in the inner sanctum was covered with a thick layer of fur, and the earth dragon baked the whole room so warm that even if it was just a single robe, it would not feel cold; My eyes wandered through the empty dormitory, and at last I had to face the large and only Golden Horde bed in the far back, and Kwong Xiqing, who sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me with a smile.

"Come here." She patted the soft bed and motioned for me to sleep inside.

Holding back a sigh that suddenly came to my heart, I obediently walked over and got into the quilt that had been warmed, and closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, not looking at the figure who was putting down the bed tent, and tried to sleep—I had never asked to sleep with my mother since I was in school, let alone the experience of sharing a bed with anyone else; I can't imagine another strange breath on the side of the couch, and it will probably be a sleepless night for me tonight.

The light was blocked by the layers of curtains, and the small, confined space was dimmed, and this also added a little more awkwardness to the sudden emptiness—I felt the bed beside me sink heavily, and I felt a mixture of delicate agarwood and sweet floral scent...... In the next second, with a gentle force, I was drawn into a warm embrace, and the breath suddenly enveloped me and almost robbed me of my breath.

- I didn't know that the phrase "sleeping in a hug" also applies to the emperor and the king of Ling in the Great Wu Kingdom, or between any ordinary half-sisters?

…… It's a little too intimate.

Just when I couldn't control the stiffness of my whole body, there was a gentle back and forth stroke on my back, and Kuang Xiqing's smiling voice sounded above my head, as if there was a mysterious power of hypnosis: "Hasn't Han'er been sleeping with you all the time?" Today, for the sake of your recovery from a serious illness, I will be as you wish...... Not for example, huh? ”

“…… Thank you, Sister Huang. I slowly relaxed my muscles with the force, and quietly leaned my neck back, avoiding the unavoidable chest that was clinging to the side of my face, and muffled thanks.

Suppressing the depression in his heart, he closed his eyes and tried to let go.

Unconsciously, I was a little sleepy.

In a hazy way, I felt that I was hugged tighter by the other party, and I had no strength to resist, so I simply went with her.

I slept quite deeply, and I think it was also thanks to the dark incense in her tent and this weak and sleepy body. When I woke up again, it was the next morning, and Kuang Xiqing had long been absent from the bed, and the handsome young men lined up beside the bed had completely awakened me from my anxiety - the haggard face of the attendant led by me was not the little cicada I brought from the palace?

I couldn't help but smile at the worried look on his face: I guess he must have thought I was almost killed by Kwong Xiqing.

"What time is it?" After taking the teacup he handed me and rinsing my mouth, I stood up and dressed me neatly with my hands and feet by the attendants who gathered around me.

"Back to Your Highness, it's already past time." He took the headband from the tray and put my hair back together.

It was already past ten o'clock, so it's no wonder that I felt sick in my stomach, and I missed breakfast, and I was so hungry that I was aching.

"It's getting late, so let's go home." Just in time for lunch—I glanced at Bingyi, who was silent in the outermost corner, thinking about what Yan Ke was waiting in the palace to look like.

The attendants of the Chaolu Hall did not stop me, or perhaps the might of Kwong Xihan silenced them and did not dare to say more, in short, after I raised my feet and left the inner hall, they all bowed neatly - but I could feel their joy and relaxation at my departure.

I had long known about the unwelcome nature of this body, but after a brief time with Kwong Xiqing last night, her unbridled gentleness made me almost forget about it—and as a result, I couldn't accept the fear and rejection I felt again in these attendants.

Enduring the discomfort in his abdomen, he hurriedly walked to the palace gate, and saw the dark purple guard uniform that was very easy to distinguish in King Ling's Mansion, and the cold and tall woman in the lead; She kept pacing back and forth with her hands on her shoulders, looking very anxious, while the guards she brought with her clenched the hilts of their swords and prepared to attack, as if they were about to rain, I think, if it weren't for the heavily guarded and numerous guards at the palace gates, I am afraid that they would have been tempted to rush into the palace.

"Aunt Ke." There was still some distance left, and I called softly.

The woman who was pacing anxiously turned around sharply, rushed forward in three or two steps, grabbed my shoulders, and looked me from head to toe with a stern expression, for fear that I would be hurt in the slightest, and I was moved by the undisguised concern, and thus persuaded myself to remain calm and let her examine.

"Your Highness, are you okay?" After a while, she also realized that it was not appropriate to have any conversation at the palace gate, and took me into the carriage of the palace; Lowering the curtain, she couldn't wait to ask as soon as the bump of the wheels started.

Giving her a reassuring smile, I nodded: "Yiqiē as usual, don't worry." ”

She sighed deeply, glared at the shrunken cicada with a stern gaze, and then tentatively asked about the details of my stay--but did not ask questions about the reason, thinking that this was not the first time Kwong Xihan had stayed in the palace, and the reason why she was so tight was probably because of Kuang Xihan's previous serious illness that almost killed her.

- Oh, I almost forgot that, in theory, my presence means that the word "almost" has lost its meaning.

The real Kwong Xihan has long ceased to exist zài; I'm simple, but I'm just a lonely ghost who occupies a magpie's nest.

I never thought I could replace it; I don't want to ...... either. Fill somebody's shoes.

Nothing to say all the way.

When I returned to the palace, after lunch, I had a cushion in my belly, and finally it was not so uncomfortable, I rubbed my flat stomach, staring at the bowl of hot but terrible black bitter Chinese medicine.

- Why don't you drink it cooler?

I comforted myself, but I also knew that it was just a futile delay.

"Your Highness, please drink the medicine, if it is cold, the medicine will be weak." Sure enough, when I showed some resistance, the little cicada immediately knelt down and walked in front of me, raised the medicine bowl in front of me, and knelt in front of me if I didn't want to drink.

I couldn't resist the condemnation of my conscience, knowing that this kid had deliberately done it because of my weakness, and I still couldn't get used to a young man kneeling in front of me, so I was ruthless, picked up the medicine bowl, took a deep breath, and drank it all - mixed with bitter and bitter taste swept through my mouth, numbing the whole sensation of my tongue in an instant, and I swore I didn't want to try it a second time.

"This, this medicine, not the taste of a few days ago." I didn't care about my image, so I grabbed the tea cup on the table and rinsed my mouth, while squinting at the little cicada who was relieved to take back the medicine bowl, a little angry.

"Your Highness, this is a new tonic prescribed by the doctor." He replied simply, saluted, and went out with the tray.

I smacked my lips, feeling that the bitterness of the medicine was a little lighter, and the tip of my tongue was filled with the sweetness of pear fruit tea, and this lingering sweet and bitter taste was no better than the simple bitter taste.

He put down his teacup and squinted at the sun—the sun was just right, and it was a good day to sit in the garden.

I shook my head and decided to let this sickly pale body be bathed in the sun, or to get sick.

Cicada and C-yi dutifully followed me, the servants along the way respectfully retreated and saluted, and I tried to pass them slowly and methodically with the pride that Kwong Xihan deserved, and walked into the garden from memory—the only thing that made me feel comfortable was that no one would stand up to question my intention to wander around.

Whether this is based on the deterrence brought by Kwong Xihan's original body or Yan Ke's private instructions, at least I feel that there is a moment of freedom from confinement and limited freedom.

…… No matter how lonely and ridiculous this hard-won sense of freedom is.