After bathing, Yelu Yan drank some ginger soup and had his meal, his body comfortably warm and cozy.
He dealt with some official duties, and only went to bed to rest when the night deepened.
Yelu Yan crossed his arms behind his head as a pillow and looked straight up at the painted beam on the ceiling, his eyes shining brightly, his upturned lips never falling.
The following morning, Li Xianyun got up very early.
Maybe because she slept so soundly to the sound of rain last night, she woke up at the first light of day, lazing in bed briefly before sitting up to get dressed.
Youlan and Zhuo Ma were stunned to see their mistress rise so early.
Zhuo Ma took out the men's clothing for Li Xianyun and smiled, "Mistress, why are you up so early today?"
Li Xianyun sat in front of the dressing table, lifted her slender jade hands to pin up her hair high, and smiled, "The consort normally rises early."
