Song Yuanbao stood rooted to the spot, unsure of what expression he should put on.
No wonder the little eunuch said that His Highness didn't allow anyone to keep vigil while he slept; it turns out he has a side unknown to others.
Imagine someone who is usually stern and self-disciplined kicking the quilt and burrowing into the pillow while sleeping.
This contrast was truly unexpected.
Afraid of waking him, Song Yuanbao didn't go over to pick up the quilt for Zhao Xi, nor did he adjust the pillow for him. He took a deep breath and quietly stepped out.
The little eunuch outside was almost in tears with anxiety. Seeing Song Yuanbao come out, he hurriedly asked, "How is it, has His Highness woken up yet?"
Song Yuanbao shrugged, "Sleeping soundly."
"You didn't wake him, did you?" the little eunuch asked again.
Song Yuanbao gave an ambiguous smile.
Zhao Xi would rather not have anyone serve him closely than let his little quirks be exposed to the servants.
