The Palace Attendants at Wangyou Palace saw the situation and immediately bowed and withdrew. Meng Jiuchang turned and headed for the tea room. He needed to rest his feet. He had been running himself ragged all day and was utterly exhausted.
Early autumn was fast approaching, and the evenings had grown slightly cool. A night breeze drifted past the windowsill, stirring the gauze bed curtains into gentle ripples.
The Emperor was exceptionally passionate tonight, and in a remarkably good mood.
Song Yunzhao was happy as well. The Emperor had returned to the palace, yet he hadn't thought of seeking out anyone else. Her pregnancy meant they couldn't fully indulge, of course, and had to exercise restraint. But seeing him so delighted made Yun Zhao feel just as joyful.
Joy really was contagious.
