It's all ruined, who cares about the chastity arch

As the gaze from behind quietly faded away, Emperor Xuan dared to slightly spread his stiff legs and release the discomfort that had accumulated for a long time.

He half-opened his starry eyes, his gaze resting gently on the bandage wrapped around his hand. He was moved by the meticulousness in the bandage, and the corners of his mouth naturally rose. He looked like a simple and honest sesame oil stall owner met in the street, full of the flavor of life.

Just as he was immersed in this warmth, Tan Xinyue's sudden sneeze was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, breaking the silence in the room: "Ah--!"

In a hurry, he quickly closed his eyes, held his breath and waited, making sure that the sound behind him no longer occurred. Then he turned around quietly, his eyes gently falling on Tan Xinyue who was taking a nap at the desk.

At this moment, her eyes were drooped, her face was round and soft, and her wheat-colored skin revealed a unique cleverness and cuteness under the dim light.

Looking at her like this, Emperor Xuan felt an indescribable warmth in his heart, and he involuntarily moved forward and came to her side.

He gently picked up the cloak draped over the back of the chair and slowly covered Tan Xinyue's shoulders with an almost pious gesture.

The subtle movement seemed to touch her in her dream, and Tan Xinyue's eyelids trembled slightly. This slight reaction made Emperor Xuan stop all movements instantly and prepare to evacuate silently.

However, the next moment, her mumbling interrupted his retreat: "Your Majesty..."

Those two words, like a warm stream, quietly flowed through Emperor Xuan's heart, making his eyelashes tremble slightly.

Even in the land of dreams, she never forgot that she was alone.

"Your Majesty..." Tan Xinyue whispered again. In her dream, she was filled with remorse for the almost fatal blow. The tip of the sword was pointing straight at Emperor Xuan's heart.

The emperor in the dream escaped by chance, severely reproached her for her regicide, and vowed to make her bear the consequences of exterminating her entire family.

In desperation, she begged for mercy again and again, calling out the same name over and over again - "Your Majesty".

The dream was so thrilling that her hands in reality began to tremble unconsciously.

Noticing this, Emperor Xuan frowned slightly, feeling worried.

It seems that Xinyue caught a cold?

He took immediate action, dug out a thick winter fur coat from the cabinet next to him, and carefully wrapped it around Tan Xinyue to ensure that she could sleep soundly.

After everything was arranged, he returned to his bed with a sense of satisfaction, curled up in the quilt, with a faint smile on his lips, and fell asleep peacefully.

On the other hand, in Tan Xinyue’s dream, flames shot up into the sky, and the only clear feeling was “it’s so hot…”.

There was no conversation all night until the first crow of the rooster in the early morning broke the silence.

Tan Xinyue woke up suddenly, and the scene in front of her shocked her - it was the enlarged face of Emperor Sheng, and she was held in his arms, unable to move.

She was panicking and tried her best to recall everything that happened last night. She clearly remembered reading a military book at the table, so how could she be here?

Fear and confusion were intertwined, and the only thing she was sure of was that she must not bring disgrace to His Majesty in this matter.

So, while Emperor Xuan was still asleep, she quickly pulled away and hurriedly fled the tent.

When Emperor Xuan woke up, he had a splitting headache and found that the person next to him was gone. He suddenly felt an indescribable sense of loss in his heart.

He recalled everything that happened last night, the young lady of the Tan family dancing with a sword in her dream, the unexpected embrace, and her panic in her dream. It all seemed so incredible.

I thought it would be a peaceful night, but I didn't expect to witness Tan Xinyue's sleepwalking sword dance.

As an emperor, when had he ever experienced such a strange thing?

I can only choose to pretend I'm not awake.

And then, the woman actually fell directly beside him and fell into a deep sleep. The soft support of her made him feel mixed emotions.

When he woke up from his dream and tried to get rid of this sudden intimacy, he found that she beside him, as if with foresight, easily pinned him down on the bed with her iron arms. Her seemingly weak but incredibly powerful hands locked his waist tightly, making him unable to move.

Faced with this sudden restraint, although he was surprised, in order not to disturb her sweet dreams, he chose to obey, gave up resistance, and allowed this wonderful closeness to continue until dawn.

It was not until the morning light shone through the gap in the tent that Tan Xinyue slowly woke up and released her grip on him, allowing him to turn over. Inadvertently, his arms wrapped around her waist, creating a scene that was extremely easy to be misunderstood.

But in fact, he was as weak as a frail scholar last night. He was completely dominated by her and had no power to fight back.

Although this experience was unusual, Emperor Xuan did not feel humiliated. Looking at Tan Xinyue's departing back, his eyes were complicated, mixed with unspeakable emotions and thoughts.

Then, he walked slowly to the table with simple furnishings at a leisurely pace.

There were all four treasures of the study on the desk. He gently picked up a fine wolf-hair brush, dipped it into the shiny black pine soot ink, and wrote a few lines on the rice paper with confidence. His handwriting was fluent and vigorous, as if every stroke contained determination and resolution.

After he finished writing, he left behind a note with mottled but meaningful handwriting. While the soldiers on the training ground were immersed in their daily training and unaware of him, he slipped silently out of the edge of the camp like the night wind and disappeared under the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

Tan Xinyue returned at dawn, expecting to see a familiar figure, but she didn't expect that the tent was empty. Only the coolness quietly seeped in, making the place that should have been full of people become unusually deserted.

"His Majesty?"

She paused for a moment outside the tent. The morning breeze blew against her clothes, bringing a slight chill and clearing her mind a little.

She decided to muster up the courage to confess her faults to the almighty Emperor Xuan, but when she shouted again, there was only silence all around, and even the echo seemed to mock her loneliness.

"His Majesty?"

She repeated, with a hint of anxiety and uncertainty in her tone that was hard to conceal.

At this moment, a gentle and warm morning breeze blew through the hall and accidentally touched the inconspicuous note on the table. It seemed to be given life and danced lightly, attracting Tan Xinyue's attention involuntarily.

She immediately quickened her pace, running towards the table almost impatiently, and reached out to pick up the piece of paper on which the ink had not yet completely dried.

The moment she unfolded the note, her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. She saw the words written on it in a familiar font: "Fifth daughter of the Tan family, your actions last night have made me lose face. If you want to make amends, I will meet you at the Tan family teahouse at noon tomorrow."

The indifference and coldness revealed between the words made Tan Xinyue's hand holding the note tremble slightly, and she secretly groaned in her heart, wondering, is His Majesty angry or does he have some other meaning?

With a frown on her face, she stared at the note in her hand, her thoughts surging like the tide, her heart suddenly filled with confusion and anxiety.

What kind of arrangements and considerations are hidden behind your Majesty's invitation?