Li Xianyun dimly remembered that last night, atop the tower, she lay watching the moonlit sky and, overwhelmed by drowsiness, quickly felt herself dozing off.
She had intended to close her eyes and rest for a while, planning to reopen them shortly after, but unexpectedly she fell asleep, not remembering anything that happened afterwards.
When she awoke the next day, she found herself in her own bed, and without even thinking, she knew it must have been Yelu Yan who had carried her back.
Could it be that wasn't the entire story, and that something else had happened?
Li Xianyun opened her mouth and said, "You two are going to be the death of me with worry."
"Let me, the maid, speak," Zhuo Ma made up her mind and said, "Last night, the Khan carried you back and placed you on the bed, and you... you grabbed onto the Khan's neck and wouldn't let him leave."
Li Xianyun's eyes widened with shock, and she said in disbelief, "That's impossible, I would never do such a thing."
