"Master, His Majesty just sent a message asking you to bring your wife to court with you. It seems something interesting will happen today."
"Bring her?"
Zhou Yunshen turned around. With nothing left to cuddle, the woman on the bed had pulled out his pillow and hugged it instead.
Her posture reminded him of an animal he had once seen in the woods.
What was it called again... a sloth, perhaps.
Poke it, and it would not budge.
"Master, should we decline His Majesty's request?"
"His Majesty wouldn't issue a secret order like this simply because he was bored. Prepare an outfit for my wife, and tell Three Flowers to come along."
Zhou Yunshen tugged at the pillow. It did not move an inch.
He took Jiang Shuyue's hand and slipped it inside his robe against his chest, coaxing softly, "Sweetheart, it's more comfortable here. Come over here."
Comfy~~ so soft~~ a giant loaf of bread!
With her eyes closed, Jiang Shuyue instinctively climbed up the offered branch and latched securely onto Zhou Yunshen.
Qi Ye stared, dumbfounded.
In a certain respect, his mistress truly was extraordinarily gifted.
Qi Ye brought over the clothes. "Master, perhaps you should have your wife get dressed before going out."
Zhou Yunshen glanced at the thin clothes and outer robe. "No need."
With a gentle tug, he wrapped the light quilt around her, had someone bring all her jeweled hairpins and bracelets, and added a few piping-hot meat buns to eat on the way.
Ever since their marriage, the busiest place in the Marquis's Residence had been the small kitchen. Its fires burned for ten of the twelve double-hours in a day.
The servants finished preparing everything, and the carriage rolled slowly forward.
When Jiang Shuyue woke again, she was already properly dressed, complete