Drip, drop~
Deep into the night, with no telling what hour it was, a soft pattering gradually sounded against the window paper, then became a fine rustling, like sand sliding down.
In the Guest Courtyard, the palace maids who had traveled from afar had all retired. Only the Secret Guards remained silently stationed nearby.
Inside her room, Fan Qinghe had taken off her outer clothes but still changed into a nightdress that covered her tightly from neck to ankles. Clearly, she had yet to recover from the embarrassment of wearing that risqué little Undergarment last time, only for Ye Jingtang to see her little cleft.
Back in the Capital City, she had worried every day that Ye Jingtang would fail to restrain himself and sneak into her room again to bully her, a female guest.
But ever since he had gotten drunk that day and slept with her in his arms for a night, Ye Jingtang had suddenly started behaving. Not only had he stopped disturbing her sweet dreams, but he was also perfectly courteous during the day, once again a proper gentleman.
The contrast was so great that Fan Qinghe inevitably grew puzzled, wondering whether she had done something embarrassing while drunk last time that had wiped out all his fondness for her.
But she really had been dead drunk that day and remembered nothing of what she had done. She was too embarrassed to ask Ye Jingtang, while the Demoness only spouted nonsense when asked. The knot in her heart remained unresolved, and as time passed, she instead began doubting herself.
Waking from a midnight dream, Fan Qinghe opened her eyes for some reason and looked toward the little bottle propped against the window.
The little bottle was there to guard against intruders. If someone opened the window,