The candles in the hall were extinguished by the wind, suddenly plunging into the dark.
Chuzheng heard Yann Ge's breathing gradually become steady, only then did she close her eyes.
In the dead of night.
Yann Ge, who should have been asleep, had his eyes open, staring into the darkness.
"Your Highness?"
He called out.
The only response was the sound of steady breathing.
Yann Ge sat up from Chuzheng's embrace, his fingers reaching under the pillow to touch a cold dagger.
Now was the best opportunity to kill her.
Yann Ge aimed the dagger at Chuzheng's heart.
Yann Ge's fingers trembled slightly.
The dagger moved closer to Chuzheng.
Yann Ge suddenly shoved the dagger back under the pillow.
"Yann Ge?"
Yann Ge was startled: "Your Highness."
"Can't sleep?"
Yann Ge didn't hear anything unusual in Chuzheng's voice; he steadied his mind: "A little..."
"Then let's do something else."
"What..."
The words that followed were swallowed back into Yann Ge's throat.
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