The room was very quiet, and the creaking sound of the door being pushed open was clearly audible.
Lu Hualiang swiftly looked up, his sharp gaze making Eunuch Yang, who came in with a cup of tea, stiffen completely.
What's the matter? I was merely bringing tea; was it possible I disturbed His Majesty's good deed?
Lu Hualiang stared at him keenly for a few seconds, then looked over to the bed.
Through the curtains, he could see the silhouette inside turning over, softly murmuring.
Lu Hualiang immediately tossed aside the pen, his steps were large yet gentle, preventing any noise.
Pulling back the curtains, the person on the bed had just turned over and continued sleeping deeply, which eased his expression somewhat.
The atmosphere in the room also relaxed with this, Eunuch Yang wiped off a trickle of cold sweat—what a close call.
Is His Majesty that afraid of Her Majesty the Empress?
It was just the sound of the door opening; was there a need to be so nervous?
