The evening really did pass in a topsy-turvy way. Su Xinyi covered her face in the morning, not wanting to get out of bed, but the person next to her was all smiles, pleasantly at ease. They even deliberately tucked her in with the cover—the only thing that allowed her to attend the morning court as usual, slow and composed.
Su Xinyi sighed. She felt she must have misunderstood the prince's strength.
When the court had quieted down again, Su Xinyi finally looked up at the canopy. It was a new one, with delicate flowers blooming densely along the vines. The Crown Prince had always preferred subdued colors. The canopies he used before were mostly dark, which Su Xinyi found oppressive. That's why she chose this lighter one, with a color like the clear ripples of spring waters, truly refreshing to the spirit.
But at night, with such a thin canopy, when the lamplight spread in, it presented quite another scene altogether.
