The sound came from the back hall, while Yan Liu was resting in the side hall.
There were only three people in the entire Lan Yue Palace, and it must have been Ming Yue crying.
Ji Shiyou's heart ached, and he involuntarily walked towards the back.
By the light of the burning candles, Ji Shiyou saw that the large red wedding canopy of "Dragon and Phoenix Bring Auspiciousness" had not yet been replaced.
Beneath the dazzling red brocade quilt, Ming Yue was curled up into a tiny ball.
Her eyes were tightly shut, as if she were asleep.
But her face was full of sorrow, and she was weeping softly.
He didn't know what kind of scene she was experiencing in her dream, to be crying so sadly.
The Ming Yue of today was not the fierce empress who would kill at the slightest disagreement.
Seemingly strong, in her dreams, she was a lost and helpless little girl.
After the destruction of her kingdom and the ruin of her family, the innocent princess who loved to laugh and talk had vanished.
She used a hard shell to protect herself, becoming strong and fierce.
Only when she slept could one see her weakness and helplessness.
Looking at Ming Yue, whose face was streaked with tears, Ji Shiyou felt a pang of sorrow.
He gently climbed onto the bed and held Ming Yue in his arms.
"Ji Shiyou, I will kill you!"
Ming Yue murmured in her sleep, tears flowing, her teeth gritted.
"Alright, but I cannot die yet.
When all is over, and everything has settled.
You can do as you please, whether to kill, maim, or spare me!"
Ji Shiyou held Ming Yue close and said softly.
A crystal tear rolled down from the corner of his eye and landed on Ming Yue's forehead.
Perhaps it was Ji Shiyou's embrace that gave Ming Yue, lost in her nightmare, a sense of security.
Her sorrowful expression slowly disappeared, and she gradually calmed down.
Then, she settled down in Ji Shiyou's arms.
Like an octopus, she treated Ji Shiyou as a bolster and a source of warmth, holding him tightly.
Seeing that Ming Yue had calmed down and was sleeping soundly, Ji Shiyou wanted to leave and return to his own couch.
However, after several attempts, he could not break free.
He was also afraid of waking Ming Yue with too much movement, and he was reluctant to leave.
So, he thought that he would wait until Ming Yue was more deeply asleep.
She would definitely let go of him then, and he would leave.
Otherwise, if Ming Yue woke up and found him sneaking into her bed, she would surely make a scene again.
Perhaps the bed was too comfortable, and as he waited, Ji Shiyou couldn't help himself and fell into a deep sleep.
Since the kingdom of Wu Man was destroyed, Ming Yue had not slept a single peaceful night.
However, she had slept very well last night.
This made her feel refreshed when she woke up in the morning.
Moreover, the bed had been particularly warm yesterday.
She suspected that Yan Liu, while she was asleep,
had put a hot water bottle in her bed.
Although this hot water bottle was warm, why was it soft, and so large?
"Ah! Ji Shiyou, you actually snuck into my bed!
What did you do to me? You beast.
You're simply asking for death, I'll kill you!"
Sensing that something was wrong, Ming Yue opened her hazy eyes.
She realized that she was hugging Ji Shiyou.
Moreover, her head was resting on Ji Shiyou's chest.
Her hands were tightly clasped around Ji Shiyou's neck.
Ji Shiyou's chiseled handsome face was within inches of her.
What was most infuriating was that Ming Yue felt Ji Shiyou's hand around her waist.
Their current posture was awkward and intimate.
With a scream, Ming Yue quickly got up and took out the dagger from under her pillow.
"Ming Yue, listen to me, it's not what you think.
We didn't do anything, we just slept.
Look, our clothes are still on.
I told you, even though we are husband and wife.
If you don't agree, I will never force you.
You had a nightmare last night, I just wanted to hold you so you wouldn't be scared.
But you held me so tightly that I couldn't leave, so I fell asleep.
Believe me, I have no other intentions.
We didn't do anything, don't be angry!"
Ming Yue's scream woke Ji Shiyou.
He immediately thought, "It's bad, how did I fall asleep?"
Seeing Ming Yue holding a dagger and lunging at him, he quickly rolled away to dodge.
While dodging, he kept explaining.
The room was filled with the glint of swords and the flash of sabers. One attacked with hatred, the other dodged in panic.
The bedding, pillows, and curtains all suffered.
They turned into fluttering red butterflies, dancing in the air.
"You wish you could do something, but can you?
I'm killing you because you got into my bed without permission."
Hearing Ji Shiyou's nonsensical explanations, Ming Yue became even angrier.
She waved the dagger in her hand and said sarcastically.
Her meaning was clear, implying that Ji Shiyou was impotent.
"We are husband and wife, sleeping together is only natural.
I will sleep in your bed without permission, what can you do?
Are you afraid of me, afraid that you will lose control if you sleep with me?
Last night, you held me so tightly that I couldn't even break free.
And, with me sleeping with you, didn't you sleep very well?"
No man likes to be misunderstood as impotent.
Especially when the misunderstanding comes from the woman he likes.
Ji Shiyou was enraged when he heard Ming Yue mock his impotence.
He grabbed Ming Yue's wrist, which was holding the dagger, and with a slight shake, the dagger fell to the ground.
Then, with a twist, he pressed Ming Yue onto the bed.
Ming Yue struggled incessantly, and Ji Shiyou, afraid of her getting hurt.
He had to hold her arms and fix them above her head.
Then, he used his body to press Ming Yue down tightly.
He leaned close to her ear and said ambiguously.
"A joke, I would be afraid of you?
Don't flatter yourself. I have an irreconcilable hatred for you, a feud that cannot be borne.
I always remember the countless souls of Wu Man who were killed by you.
Would I lose control with you? What if I stayed.
Anyway, you are impotent, why should I be afraid of you?"
Although Ming Yue was restrained, she refused to back down verbally.
She tilted her head and sarcastically taunted Ji Shiyou with her sharp tongue.
However, her body was pressed against Ji Shiyou's.
Feeling the heat radiating from his strong physique, and with Ji Shiyou's head so close to her, their breaths mingling.
Ming Yue felt enveloped by Ji Shiyou's presence and blushed involuntarily.
Ji Shiyou saw Ming Yue's face turn flushed, especially her small earlobes.
They were like ripe cherries, alluring and tempting.
He couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick them.
Ming Yue, who had been tense and desperately resisting,
was caught off guard and felt an electric current spread from her earlobes throughout her body.
The tingling sensation instantly made her body weak and limp, unable to muster any strength.
She widened her eyes and looked at Ji Shiyou, as if she had been acupunctured.
"Princess, His Majesty left at some unknown time.
Your maid made breakfast, we.....
Ah! Your Majesty, why, why are you here?"
Yan Liu, who had made breakfast, came in to help Ming Yue get up.
Passing through the outer hall, she saw that the couch was empty and assumed Ji Shiyou had left.
When she opened the door and entered, she saw her princess lying on her back on the bed.
Ji Shiyou was lying on top of her, and she screamed in fright.
The copper basin full of water in her hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Then, covering her eyes, she turned to retreat.
She wondered if she had interrupted His Majesty and the Princess's intimacy.
"Yan Liu, come back!
We are practicing morning exercises. You stay and help your mistress wash up.
Tidy this place up and change the curtains and sheets, they are too flimsy."
Ji Shiyou called Yan Liu back and rose gracefully.
Pretending nothing had happened, he walked out of the room.
"Your servant obeys!"
The Emperor's order, Yan Liu dared not disobey.
Fortunately, His Majesty had already left, reducing the embarrassment, and she returned to the room.
"Princess, what's wrong? This morning exercise is too intense!"
Seeing the red fragments scattered all over the floor and the room in disarray.
Ming Yue lay motionless on the bed, and Yan Liu was a little stunned.
"Yan Liu, our chance has come."
Ming Yue, lying on the bed, suddenly spoke.