His Majesty Bestows A Marriage

Early in the morning, Zhao Qixuan was woken up by a violent shaking.

"Get up, get up!" Helian Jing knew that Zhao Qixuan has a habit of sleeping naked, so this time, he didn't make the mistake of lifting his blanket.

Zhao Qixuan grumbled. "Shut up. Stop disturbing my sleep. I want to sleep."

He turned over and continued to snore.

Helian Jing went up to his ear, and yelled, "Fire!"

Zhao Qixuan sprang up anxiously. "Where is the fire?"

Helian Jing patted his chest. "Here."

When he saw that Little Jing was teasing him, Zhao Qixuan frowned angrily. "Little Jing, what are you doing here so early in the morning?"

He made a move to lie back down and get back to sleep, but Helian Jing pulled him up. "I didn't sleep a wink the entire night awaiting daybreak. Qixuan, you have to help me this time."

Zhao Qixuan paid more attention now upon hearing how serious his friend sounded. "What happened? Did you get in trouble?"