Linghe was at home, pondering how to take revenge on An Jing, but An Jing in the palace was utterly oblivious; even if she knew, she wouldn't take it to heart.
To her, Linghe was nothing to be afraid of.
After dinner, An Jing took a bath and climbed into bed.
Because An Jing had not yet taken her pregnancy-preserving medicine for the evening, Xiao Changyi, even though he had taken a bath, did not join An Jing on the bed. Instead, he sat by the bedside, set up a chessboard, and played a game with her.
An Jing was not as skilled in chess as Xiao Changyi. However, Xiao Changyi always let her win by deliberately making the wrong moves; hence, they both noticed that An Jing won the first game quite elegantly through the black and white pieces on the board.
"Thank you, my dear!" An Jing was delighted to have won so gracefully. Knowing Xiao Changyi had let her win, she thanked him immediately, leaned over the chessboard, and rewarded him with a kiss.
