Compared to the oppressive and gloomy atmosphere of the Prince Mansion, Shen Ruoxi felt rather at ease in the Imperial Palace.
With a calm mindset of accepting her circumstances, she instructed the palace maids to tidy up the room and soon lay down on the bed.
Just as she was about to drift into slumber, she faintly felt something amiss and suddenly opened her eyes.
In the dim light, it seemed there was a figure standing outside her bed curtain.
"Who is it?" she sharply demanded, and immediately saw the person had already approached the bedside.
"Ruoxi."
It was the Emperor. Shen Ruoxi felt a tinge of annoyance rise within her, "Your Majesty, why have you come to my room at this late hour instead of resting? I assume you entered the wrong room, please return."
She was indeed clever, subtly giving him a way out. However, he couldn't just leave.
