In the latter half of the night, Dong Han was so exhausted that she just wanted to fall into a deep sleep, but thoughts of Nian Chun and Xiu Dong's words earlier flashed through her mind, so she forced her eyes open and tried to stay awake. Not long after, she saw Zhao Xi kicking the blanket, curling up afterward, and burying his head in the high square pillow, his hair gradually tangling together.
This sleeping posture was reminiscent of a baby.
Looking at Zhao Xi like this, who would imagine he was the young emperor, upright and stern during the day?
This was probably his most comfortable moment, with no need to stay tense, no need to exhaust himself in the national affairs, no need to bear the pressures from all sides, and no need to think about many unpleasant matters.
Dong Han felt that perhaps Zhao Xi's kicking the blanket in his sleep was a form of releasing the mental stress he faced during the day.
