Shu Wan's heart skipped a beat—she remembered making a few small marks in that travel journal, and she hadn't expected Qi Yuan to discover them.
"Some things I read from other travel journals, and some my father had told me about. I longed for those places, so I made notes in the journal, and now Your Majesty has caught me," she said.
Qi Yuan didn't indicate whether he believed her or not. He closed the book, closed his eyes for a moment, and suddenly said, "Come here."
Shu Wan sighed silently. She had just managed to fall asleep, and now there was more trouble.
But she didn't show her irritation. She threw off the covers, donned an outer robe, and went over to Qi Yuan's side, "Your Majesty, please command me."
Qi Yuan patted the spot beside him, "Come up."
Shu Wan's eyes flickered slightly, and she lowered her gaze to answer, "Yes."
Zhongcui Palace was a residence for lower-ranking concubines, and the bed was not large. With Qi Yuan's tall build, he occupied most of it.
