Early the next morning, Song Chongjin woke up, sitting up abruptly in alertness, and looked around the familiar surroundings—his own room, the well-known bed canopy, and the faint scent of Yongzhu still lingering in the air.
Instantly, he visibly relaxed, let out a long breath, indulged himself by lying back down, and comfortably nestled against the pillow, full of ease and contentment.
Although he didn't see Wang Yongzhu in the room, he wasn't anxious at all, having a leisurely smile on his face.
Soon enough, Wang Yongzhu entered through the door, seeing him awake, she teased him playfully: "Last night, you, my lord, got drunk and mistakenly wandered into the yard of this humble household, treating me as your madam, holding me tightly and not letting go. This humble servant is a respectable woman of good standing, should avoid suspicion, yet seeing you so enchanting and heroic, I couldn't resist and thus tarnished you, my lord—"
