He cursed viciously. Eunuch Quan carefully pushed open the door and entered the Imperial Bedchamber.
Seeing the emperor, who was radiating oppressive gloom from the Dragon Couch, he swallowed and became even more cautious. "Your Majesty, should I call Imperial Physician Chen to take a look?"
Long Jingyuan seemed enveloped in gloom too dense to dispel. His deep eyes were dark and unreadable. "No need."
Eunuch Quan grew anxious. "Your Majesty, but... but..." Keeping it all bottled up isn't good either.
What if it harms the imperial body?
Long Jingyuan ignored him completely, leaving the Imperial Bedchamber on his own and beginning to practice his punches in the courtyard.
Eunuch Quan watched from the side, his heart aching.
With so many women in the palace, each one beautiful in her own way, how could the emperor wrong himself like this?
Meanwhile, Su Qiao returned to Su Manor in a daze and fell asleep as soon as she flopped onto the bed.
Bi Qiu had been knocked unconscious and carried back by the Imperial Palace's hidden guards. She was likewise sleeping like a log in the outer room.
Looking at the master and servant sleeping like the dead, Marquis Su didn't know whether he should cry or rejoice.
Hadn't they gone to attend the Qionglin Banquet?
How had they left awake, only to return unconscious?
What exactly had happened?
And why had his son been sent back in the emperor's carriage?
He knew this meant the emperor valued his son, but... this was far too frightening.
Regardless of whether Marquis Su had fallen asleep, Su Qiao certainly had a good night's sleep. Once she got up, however, she had a headache from the hangover.
She gritted her teeth and simply had Xiao Wu send a leave request to the Imperial Palace.