Feng Yi pretended to be displeased. "You're actually thinking about giving me away?"
Song Yunzhao wasn't sure how much of his words were true and how much was just for show. But at this moment, she was willing to believe he meant it.
"I wouldn't give you away even if I died," Song Yunzhao said softly. She pressed her hands lightly against Feng Yi's chest, pushing him back onto the brocade mattress before leaning down to kiss him.
'Whatever. I'll just be happy for now.'
She hadn't realized when, exactly, she had grown so possessive of the Emperor.
The next day, Meng Jiuchang called out softly to wake them. Feng Yi opened his eyes at the sound and sat up. As he moved, a stinging pain shot across his back. He slipped on his inner robe, covering the marks, and glanced at Song Yunzhao, who had her face buried in the brocade quilt. He couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.
