Before they knew it, the moon had risen above the branches.
Xie Jinhuan lay on the inner side of the bed. After an unknown stretch of muddled consciousness, the sensation of being sliced to pieces gradually faded, and he slowly came to his senses.
"Phew..."
The room was pitch-black. Xie Jinhuan had thought no one was beside him, but when he looked toward the outside of the bed, he saw a young woman in a blue constable's robe asleep against its outer edge. Perhaps she was too exhausted; half her body hung over empty air, yet she had not fallen. Her eyes moved slightly, as though she was still dreaming.
?
Xie Jinhuan paused and looked around. Finding himself in his own room, he could not help wondering why Jiang Xian was sleeping here. Had Bing Tuotuo not arranged somewhere for her to rest?
Surely not-
Although it was a little strange, her clothes were intact and she was sleeping soundly, so nothing should have happened. Xie Jinhuan did not disturb her. He quietly rose, climbed over her, and went outside.
The room was on the second floor of the Main Room, with a small lake in front and the Entertainment Hall to one side. Whether because it was too late or because everyone was busy in the palace, no girls were playing inside, and no one else was anywhere to be seen.
After Xie Jinhuan met Bu Qingya, A Piao had stayed with Sister Bu to deal with his condition, so the two of them had not reunited.
Now Xie Jinhuan called twice while holding the Zhenglun Sword. A Piao did not respond, presumably still with Sister Bu, so he began thinking about last night's dream.
Previously, he had been unable to remember anything after falling into the sea.