That Imperial Concubine is both wicked and cunning! Your Majesty, wake up!

That night, Song Shuangning was tossed and turned by Xiao Yan for a long time.

Xiao Yan seemed tireless. Song Shuangning fainted twice, and both times when she woke up, she could see Xiao Yan's incredibly bright eyes.

Men can get completely absorbed in this kind of thing and never get tired of it.

Finally, she was completely exhausted, and there wasn't a single part of her body that was unharmed; it was covered in suggestive hickeys.

Xiao Yan wasn't in much better shape; he had a tooth mark on his shoulder and finger marks all over his back.

While showering, my back was against the tub, which rubbed against my wound. I hissed softly, feeling a bit of pain.

Of course, he wasn't unhappy; he just felt even more excited.

When it comes to matters of the bedroom, he prefers excitement to quietude and dullness; in this respect, only Song Shuangning is a perfect match for him.

Although she can be a bit spoiled at times, she never really loses her temper.

Fifteen minutes later, Xiao Yan carried Song Shuangning out of the bathhouse.

While half asleep, Song Shuangning suddenly felt her legs being spread apart.

She awoke with a start, crying out in despair, "Your Majesty, it's already past midnight!"

"What nonsense are you thinking? Let me check if you're hurt."

Song Shuangning lay back down with peace of mind, ever since Xiao Yan had hurt her when he went crazy last time.

After that, no matter how excited he was, Xiao Yan would become careful and would never hurt her again.

Even if she overdid it once, Xiao Yan would apply medicine to her, and generally, she wouldn't feel the pain the next day.

This shows that her previous "cold war" was the right thing to do. It's still necessary to "go crazy" to a certain extent, otherwise, if she goes too far every time and gets hurt every time, how can that be acceptable?

Thinking this, Song Shuangning's mind went blank, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Xiao Yan carefully examined the person for a moment before lying down and pulling the person who was already fast asleep next to him over.

The lights in Cangdong Pavilion were finally turned off. Tingyu yawned and thought to herself: I'll have to find Tinglu to replace her tomorrow.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Song Shuangning suddenly woke up from a nightmare, her forehead beaded with sweat and her heart pounding violently.

In her dream, she didn't go to Fengyi Palace for seven or eight days in a row to meditate and wake up. Finally, the Empress couldn't bear it any longer and coldly ordered the palace servants to press her down in the hall and beat her with a large board. The scene was too real.

I was startled awake and felt dazed for a long time, still lying in bed.

Song Shuangning hurriedly threw off the brocade quilt and tried to get up, but as soon as she sat up, a pair of warm arms wrapped around her waist, and Xiao Yan's lazy, husky voice came from behind her:

"Where to?"

She turned around and said, "This concubine must go and pay her respects."

Xiao Yan closed his eyes and pulled her closer to him. "Go back to sleep. I already instructed Li Fuquan to give you leave yesterday."

Song Shuangning felt relieved and snuggled closer to him.

Not long after, she fell asleep again.

When she opened her eyes again, Xiao Yan was already awake, propping his head up with one hand and playing with her hair with the other.

"Ningning is finally awake," he joked.

Song Shuangning rubbed her eyes: "What time is it?"

It's already past 9 AM.

"Ningning slept very well, and even snored."

Song Shuangning was speechless: "This concubine never snores."

Xiao Yan chuckled, intending to refute her.

To be honest, this is the first time I've looked at her sleeping face so carefully. She looks even cuter and gentler when she's asleep, but she's lost some of her liveliness.

Song Shuangning really liked the ambergris scent on him, so she turned her head and rubbed against his chest.

Xiao Yan got up.

Song Shuangning noticed it and immediately moved it away.

Xiao Yan stretched out his long arm and pulled her back, a half-smile on his face: "Ningning, why are you hiding?"

"I did not hide."

"Your Majesty, I'm so tired. It happened so many times last night," Song Shuangning whispered.

"Doesn't Ningning like it?"

"Ningning clearly likes it very much, taking my..." Song Shuangning quickly reached out and covered his lips. This man didn't blush at all when he said flirtatious things.

The two started fooling around again.

The Empress of Fengyi Palace did not look so good.

She wasn't concerned about Song Shuangning's request for leave, but was secretly worried that the Emperor was spoiling Song Shuangning too much.