Suva hadn’t lied to Fengguang—Jade Dew Wine truly wasn’t strong enough to make most people drunk. It was true she loved drinking it, too. The only thing he’d conveniently left out… was that her alcohol tolerance was terrible. Other people could down dozens of cups without feeling a thing, but her? Two or three cups, and she was guaranteed to be drunk.
Which was why, when she woke up sore all over, staring blankly at the canopy above her bed, she couldn’t help thinking she’d been tricked. Her head throbbed, her waist ached, and when she turned her head to the side, the man lying next to her made everything that had happened clear. She didn’t even have time to sigh about the dangers of drinking before an arm slid around her waist, pulling her into his chest. His hand began gently massaging her sore lower back, and the sensation nearly made her moan in relief.
With a husky, satisfied voice, Suva asked, “You got so drunk… does your head hurt?”
“It’s not too bad…” she murmured, surrendering to his attentiveness, though inside she let out a weary sigh. These past few days, she’d always felt a quiet resistance toward getting closer than just holding hands with him. Yet now that they’d gone far beyond that, she realized it wasn’t as impossible to accept as she thought.
Maybe it was because she knew he was her husband. Surely, before she lost her memories, they must have already shared everything a husband and wife would. Doing it again now didn’t feel like something she truly needed to resist.
“If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll go make you some sobering soup,” Suva said with concern.
“That’s not necessary. My head doesn’t hurt anymore…” Fengguang burrowed deeper into his arms, her exhaustion still weighing heavily. “What time is it now?”
“It’s just evening. Are you hungry?”
“No… I just want to sleep a little longer.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Alright. I’ll stay right here with you. Go to sleep.”
“Mm…” She closed her eyes and quickly drifted off again.
Neither of them treated what had happened as anything unusual. She showed no anger, and he didn’t make a point of bringing it up. For a married couple, after all, this was nothing extraordinary.
Fengguang and Suva spent the night in the Heavenly Palace. When she woke up the next morning, the bed was empty except for her. A palace maid at the door informed her that Suva had gone to prepare breakfast for her.
She thought to herself with a wry smile: truly a model man, loyal and attentive in every way. After letting the maids help her wash up and get dressed—though she wasn’t as familiar with them as she was with Yunque, they had all been serving her long before, and they knew her dressing habits well—she was soon ready. One of the maids then handed her a book, explaining that Suva had prepared storybooks in advance so she wouldn’t get bored.
Holding the book, Fengguang couldn’t help but marvel at how thoughtful he was. But at the same time, she couldn’t shake the feeling that his meticulousness was also a little frightening. Was it a blessing or a warning? She couldn’t find the answer, but what she couldn’t deny was his seriousness in how he treated her.
Fengguang looked toward the maid named Cai’e. “Did I always live here before?”
“Yes, Princess,” Cai’e replied. “This is your personal palace. Aside from occasionally visiting Beiming as a guest, you’ve always resided here.”
“You mean… the Beiming I sometimes visited was the same one where Beiming Yu lives?”
“That’s right—the very same Beiming.”
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