Both of them drank mightily from large bowls, well into the deep of night.
The next morning, the guards had all woken up, yet these two masters were still sound asleep in their respective beds.
One was the Crown Prince, the other the Princely Heir, and no one dared to wake them rashly.
Hostel.
The warm autumn sun slanted through the window, illuminating the floating dust in the air, each speck distinctly visible.
Leng Yu Yan stretched lazily in bed, uttering a soft moan.
Miao Zhu, who was sleeping on the wooden footboard, heard the sound and rubbed her eyes, sitting up, "Has the Commandery Princess awakened?"
Glancing at the window, Leng Yu Yan asked, "What time is it now? Why have we not set out today?"
The Commandery Princess's voice upon waking was soft and melodious, cloaked in a sleepy haze, and though Miao Zhu heard it daily, it still made her feel as if her bones were melting.
Miao Zhu swiftly dressed: "I will go and inquire."
