Want to win the palace fight? Better to be crazy than to be idiotic!

"No..." Lin Xiuqing yawned again, his words were already intermittent, "It's not yet... the fun part..."

Su Feiran looked at her sleepily and said slowly, "I'll tell you more after the poetry competition ends tomorrow."

"No, I want to hear the story after the protagonist went to Zhongzhou..."

"I mean what I say. Even if I tell you today, you won't remember it if you're tired. You still—"

Before Su Feiran finished speaking, Qin Feng'an raised his index finger to his lips and made a "silence" gesture, "She's asleep."

Su Feiran immediately swallowed the unfinished words and looked down at Lin Xiuqing. She closed her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, which was even more gentle than the elegance in the daytime.

Her little hands tightly grasped Qin Fengan's sleeves and she would not let go even when she fell asleep due to drunkenness.

Qin Fengan tried to pry Lin Xiuqing's hands open, but Lin Xiuqing frowned slightly and uttered a few unclear murmurs.

"What did she say?" Su Feiran asked in a low voice.

"I didn't hear it clearly." Qin Fengan replied.

Su Feiran leaned closer and heard Lin Xiuqing's intermittent mumbling in her sleep: "My love is so deep that I am afraid it will become yesterday... Please, Your Majesty, don't leave me..."

Su Feiran suddenly looked embarrassed, and Qin Fengan asked curiously: "What did she say?"

"She said..." Su Feiran didn't know how to paraphrase. It would be too weird to paraphrase the original words, so he expressed it in his own way, "She said, 'You are awesome, I like you, hold it back.'"

Qin Feng'an was silent for a moment and asked, "Really?"

"It's absolutely true." Su Feiran nodded.

"Are these really Lin Xiuqing's original words?" Qin Fengan confirmed again.

"Yes," Su Feiran replied, "90 percent accuracy."

“What about the remaining 10 percent?”

"Qin Feng'an, your suspicious nature is really troublesome! If I say there is an 85% accuracy rate, then there is a 70% accuracy rate. How could I lie to you with a 60% probability?"

"Sixty percent..." Qin Feng'an was already certain that four of the ten words were fabricated by Su Feiran, "The accuracy rate is too low!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Don't wake her up!" Su Feiran quickly covered Qin Feng'an's mouth, then slowly let go. Not noticing his surprised expression, she explained, "She was sleeping soundly, so I didn't hear it clearly. However, I heard half of it, so 50% of what I relayed was the original words!"

In just a few words, the accuracy rate dropped by half. Qin Fengan didn't intend to listen to Su Feiran's nonsense. He had to take care of Lin Xiuqing who was sleeping soundly first.

"Where's Yuchen?" Qin Feng'an looked around, but couldn't find the person he was looking for. "Ask her to come and help carry her master back to the couch."

"She's asleep, let me do it."

Su Feiran rolled up his sleeves and gently helped Lin Xiuqing, who was leaning against Qin Fengan's shoulder. Unexpectedly, Lin Xiuqing tilted his head and avoided Su Feiran's hand.

"Forehead......"

Su Feiran's hand stopped in mid-air, neither extending nor retracting.

Qin Feng'an thought Su Feiran was being lazy and asked, "Didn't you say you wanted to lend a hand? Help me lift her up first."

"Okay." Su Feiran didn't take it seriously. He stretched out his hand to Lin Xiuqing again, but he didn't expect that Lin Xiuqing, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to be sleepwalking. He had his eyes closed but he accurately pushed Su Feiran's hand away, and uttered vague syllables that the two of them couldn't understand.

"His Majesty......"

"I also want to see with you... the scenery outside the palace walls..."

Of all the talk that Lin Xiuqing said in his sleep, only these two sentences made the two of them sound real.

Su Feiran's mouth twitched unnaturally: "Qin Fengan, it's not my fault that I didn't help you. You have to bear the debt of love you owe yourself."

"What debt of love? What burden?" Qin Feng'an also saw the unclear situation and immediately denied it, "She is just dreaming, how can she recognize people?"

"I didn't say anything else." Su Feiran took back his hand and shrugged, "My dear emperor, don't waste time. If you dawdle any longer, it will be dawn soon. Are you going to attend the morning court?"

Qin Feng'an stared at Lin Xiuqing's sleeping face, and an indescribable desire suddenly sprouted in his heart.

He suddenly felt that Lin Xiuqing, now defenseless and unconcealed, was much more lovable than Concubine Xian, who had been treating him with respect in the past month.

It wasn't that her personality became more lovable, but it was the first time that he felt that Concubine Xian was a person of the same generation as him. In other words, it was the first time that he felt the "popularity" of Lin Xiuqing.

Lin Xiuqing was too perfect on weekdays, as perfect as a puppet with a program. Her every move and gesture showed the manners of a virtuous concubine, as if she was born that way. People said, "Empress Xian has always been like this," but no one ever asked, "What does Lin Xiuqing look like?"

Perhaps this is Lin Xiuqing's true appearance when he is drunk.

She would endure her sleepiness and stubbornly want to listen to storytelling; she would shake off the hands of others and lean steadily on her lover; she would also say some sweet words that she could not say in normal times, but they came from the heart and did not seem deliberate.

Perhaps it was because the former emperor did not like the real her that she had to hide herself in a standard mold. After so many years, she had already been carved into the shape of the mold.

Qin Fengan held Lin Xiuqing in his arms and gently placed her on the couch. Su Feiran stood beside the palace lantern. Since Lin Xiuqing didn't let her touch it, she naturally couldn't do anything and could only watch from the side.

"What are you going to do next?" Su Feiran asked when Qin Feng'an was free, "Go back to Yongning Palace, or stay with her?"

Qin Feng'an looked down at Lin Xiuqing's sleeping face, thought for a moment and said, "I will rest here tonight. Go to the corridor to see if anyone else is awake and ask them to help settle Yuchen down. She has worked hard all night and she needs a good sleep."

"Yes." Su Feiran nodded and turned to leave. Before leaving, she remembered something and turned around to ask, "There may be a new breakthrough in the case of Sima Yan's death. How do you plan to deal with it?"

Qin Feng'an lost interest when he heard the three words "Sima Yan". His eyes seemed to be fixed on Lin Xiuqing's face and he could not see anything else.

He waved his hand impatiently and said casually: "Han She will deal with this matter tomorrow. If he is derelict in his duty, I will verify it again."

"Tsk tsk, women are like siblings, and friends are like clothes."

Seeing Qin Fengan's perfunctory expression, Su Feiran teased him a few times. After seeing Qin Fengan's murderous gaze, he turned around and left with a smile.

She searched outside the palace but didn't find anyone awake. The guards outside the Purple Palace were still on duty, but they couldn't leave their posts without permission.

Su Feiran had no choice but to return to the main hall, where he struggled to hold Princess Yuchen in his arms and placed her in a side hall.