Nanmen Yu had been waiting outside the courtyard gate for an hour, and if he hadn't already experienced how complicated and delicate Zheng Nianru's waking routines were, Nanmen Yu would definitely think that Zheng Nianru simply looked down on him.
Nanmen Yu looked up to see a robe of elaborate floral silk brocade, with layered collars and gathered sleeves, a slender waist that flared down to the ankles, and a pair of thick-soled embroidered shoes. Nanmen Yu instantly felt that the half hour waiting had been worthwhile.
"What are you doing up so early?" Zheng Nianru was still somewhat reluctant. She had not slept all night and felt that a few days' rest couldn't make up for it; she had just overslept for two nights.
