Having gone to bed late the night before, Chen Wanqing slept until broad daylight the next day.
She didn't wake until mid-morning. The bed curtains were drawn, completely blocking the dazzling sunlight. It was so dark within the canopy bed that she almost thought it wasn't morning yet.
But that couldn't be right. She had slept her fill.
She reached out to feel the spot beside her. Unsurprisingly, it was already cold. Jing must have gotten up some time ago.
Anxious, Chen Wanqing quickly found her clothes to get dressed. She had just slipped on her silk skirt, but before she could put on her jacket, she heard the door being pushed open from the outside.
Someone stepped inside. Upon seeing the scene, they quickly turned their back.
Chen Wanqing turned her back as well, her fingers deftly fastening the frog closures on her jacket.
Zhao Jing had already spoken in a low voice. "My apologies, Wanqing. Mother is outside sunning herself, so it wouldn't have been right for me to knock."
