The next morning, when the winter sun rose and turned the frost on the window into mist, Shen Qiang finally opened his eyes.
Jing Xiangwei, who was nestled in Shen Qiang's arms and fiddling with her phone, immediately felt shy and overjoyed when she saw Shen Qiang awake. She said, "Lazybones, you're finally awake?"
Smelling the faint fragrance of roses in the room, Shen Qiang couldn't help but tighten his arms around the bashful Jing Xiangwei, whose eyes were filled with satisfaction and happiness as she looked at him. He smiled and said, "Hmm, the emperor is awake. How did my beloved consort sleep last night?"
Jing Xiangwei's face turned red instantly, and she coquettishly replied, "Not bad, except the emperor's family discipline was too intense, a bit too much for me to handle."
Hearing this, Shen Qiang laughed and raised an eyebrow. "Are you provoking your emperor?"
