As for the bedding, there's even less need to elaborate.
Now that summer is approaching, using a cotton quilt would certainly be too warm.
Xia Ruqing chose a high-quality silk quilt.
Inside it was silk, and on the outside, soft fine silk fabric, which is just another kind of silk.
In short, it was light, soft, breathable, not stuffy, not hot, and extremely comfortable when covering the body.
Even Zhaochen Palace might not be this attentive in its arrangements.
So…
Zhao Junyao had a very restful sleep.
He skipped lunch.
By the time he woke up again, it was already the Shen Hour in the afternoon.
Xia Ruqing had long since awakened.
She was sitting on a large window-side bed, with a calligraphy practice book in hand, practicing her writing stroke by stroke.
Every stroke was neat, calm, and composed.
Unknowingly to her, Zhao Junyao was already standing behind her.
Just waking up, he felt refreshed, his heart's knots unwinding significantly.
