He Is as Scorching as a Fireball I

In Qingjiu's chamber.

Two servants were standing as still as the mountains, guarding the door at the side hall. 

Simply no one knew that a tiny little azure snake had glided into the chamber through the window's gap. 

Thud!

The azure snake fell into the chamber.

After shaking its head, the azure snake raised its head only to see Nan Xian lying on the bed.

"Mas…"

The azure snake was overjoyed. However, before it could finish its words, the sound of footsteps outside the door reached its ears. Hastily, the azure snake paused and hid underneath the bed. 

The chamber's door was pushed open, a pure and beautiful face came into sight. 

With her snowy white robe floating in the wind, the young lady's innocent gaze landed on the handsome young master in the bed. Her smile was faint and gentle.

"You all must take good care of him. I am attending the flower banquet. No one is allowed to step into this chamber during this period."