That night, when it was time to sleep, Ye Qingqing nestled sweetly in Song Yun's arms.
Song Yun, however, was so troubled that he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
If he really brought Yuan Siyi home, how would he divide his time?
He certainly couldn't tear himself in half, could he?
Or maybe give odd days to Ye Qingqing and even days to Yuan Siyi?
What had he turned himself into! A tool?
No, no, he must maintain his sovereign position at home!
But could they... live together...
He dared not think about it.
Song Yun only felt the flow of his vital energy, and the power inside him seemed almost uncontrollable.
Even though his wife was lying beside him, with the emperor in his power, he could command his princes, yet he was powerless to do anything.
He endured through the night, and the next day, when Ye Qingqing opened her eyes, she was startled to see the severe dark circles under Song Yun's eyes.
