After Jiang Siming figured it out, he felt a little guilty. He shouldn't have frightened this young girl so badly.
He quickly patted her back and sent over a breath of true qi.
"It's fine, Xianying. Don't be afraid. It was all fake. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
But his words still had little effect. Jiang Siming could only keep holding her until she could no longer resist her drowsiness and slowly fell asleep.
When Xin Xianying woke up, she found herself wrapped around the emperor like an octopus.
She instinctively tried to pull away, but when she looked up, she saw that the emperor was asleep too and hadn't done anything improper to her.
Only then did Xin Xianying breathe a sigh of relief, but her face immediately flushed as if it had been set on fire.
Yet she was afraid of disturbing the emperor's rest, so she could only obediently remain in Jiang Siming's arms, secretly watching him sleep.
"The emperor looks so handsome when he's asleep. Hehe."
Xianying giggled inwardly, but her eyes never left Jiang Siming.
"Awake?" Jiang Siming suddenly spoke in a light voice.
Xianying hadn't expected that the emperor hadn't been asleep at all, and she was instantly mortified.
Jiang Siming opened his eyes and looked at her with an amused smile.
How could Xianying withstand such a gaze? In her panic, she scrambled off the imperial couch, clumsily returned to her place, picked up the iron pen that had been lying there for who knew how long, and lowered her head as if she were taking notes.
But she couldn't write a single word in her notebook.
Jiang Siming found it endlessly amusing, but he didn't expose her and stopped at just the right point.
Time flew by, and a month passed