When Qing Huan was sent back to Chaoyang Palace, Hua Manman was dozing on the soft couch.
She was relieved to see Qing Huan back safe and sound, and at the same time, her drowsiness washed over her with renewed force.
Her eyelids kept drooping. Yawning, she mumbled.
"Go get some sleep. We can talk about whatever it is tomorrow morning."
Qing Huan replied, "Yes."
She helped the Princess Consort get to bed, then went to sleep in the small adjacent room.
The next day, Hua Manman didn't get out of bed until the sun was high in the sky.
While helping her wash up, Qing Huan recounted everything that had happened the previous night in detail.
'Honestly, listening to Qing Huan tell a story was a true test of one's patience.'
When she finally finished her story, Hua Manman couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
'She finally finished.'
Hua Manman praised her, "You did very well."
Qing Huan couldn't help but defend herself.
