Song Zhiyu had a dream, in the dream, he was in a room filled with pink bubbles—
gnawing on pig trotters.
The pig trotters were tender and smooth, just as he was about to bite into them, someone suddenly pushed him, the bubbles disappeared, and the pig trotters turned into—
He instinctively took a look, "Hey, what the heck is this!"
Song Zhiyu flung the pig trotters in his hand away.
"Was it tasty?" Niu Pan'er calmly withdrew her hand, wiping away the saliva on the back of it.
Song Zhiyu awkwardly blurted out, "What are you doing here?"
As soon as he spoke, he belatedly recalled, right, he was already married, to the mountain queen.
Song Zhiyu rubbed his waist, glanced outside the window, then laid back down, saying, "It's not even light yet, why are you waking me up, let me sleep a little more."
"You can't sleep anymore, you have to enter the palace to thank the Emperor."
Song Zhiyu was so startled he sprang up, almost straining his back, he had forgotten about that.
