Dou Di Wasn't Omnipotent Either

Early the next morning, Xiao Yan looked out from the bedchamber and saw that the sun had already climbed to the middle of the sky. No wonder kings skipped morning court. Who would want to get up early after this?

Night deepened over the cinnabar steps, palace candles shining bright; evening rain beyond pearl curtains veiled the fragrant flowers.

Water flowed through the imperial ditch, echoing with the watchman's clepsydra; when the Phoenix Carriage returned, the late mist slanted.

With a few soft rustles, Xiao Yan, who was lying on the bed, turned his head to look at the delicate figure beside him. Qing Lin was like a little snake afraid of the cold, burrowing against Xiao Yan in search of that trace of warmth.

At this moment, Qing Lin's face was filled with a peaceful aura, as if something had finally set her at ease, like a flower in the midst of blooming. Her eyes were tightly shut, her long eyelashes trembling gently, as though telling of a beautiful dream.

At this moment, Qing Lin's lips were slightly parted as she greedily breathed in the warmth from Xiao Yan's body, and she seemed to be murmuring some sweet dream-talk. Her entire being gave off a calm, relaxed air, as if she had completely immersed herself in her dream and was enjoying that rare, comfortable time.

With a few soft rustles, Qing Lin's arm lay bent over Xiao Yan's body, her palm resting lightly on his chest as she felt his heartbeat. Her legs were stretched out casually, one bent and draped over him. From Xiao Yan's view, Qing Lin looked like a beautiful painting, radiating a quiet, warm feeling.

The current Qing Lin was far more beautiful than yesterday, and this beauty radiated from the inside out. At this