An Ning was seething with anger.
During their time in Mobei, both of them had injuries, and being in the military camp naturally precluded any conjugal activities. Later, they rushed back, and every day at the postal stations, after sitting in the carriage for so long, their backs ached and they hadn't thought about those matters. Now, having finally returned to the Imperial Palace, and with a comfortable bed...
"Let's go to Qiankun Hall!" An Ning suddenly rose from the soft couch and walked straight out of the hall.
The Palace Attendants quickly followed.
It was still early spring in Daxuan.
The nights were quite cold.
An Ning walked briskly, and when she arrived at Qiankun Hall, the lights were still ablaze, indicating that Xiao Jinxing had not yet retired for the night.
She walked directly into the main hall.
In the main hall, Xiao Jinxing was still engrossed in reviewing memorandums.
Steward Ping was attending by the side.
