Toss and Turn in the Bed

That night, Ren Baqian tossed and turned on the bed. A figure kept on running around in his head. Eventually, that figure ran to his heart and settled down.

At the same time, the empress was lying on the soft bed downstairs while trying to sleep. Similarly, she couldn't fall asleep either. Every now and then, she would give off a sigh.

These two days, she felt more and more confused, more and more unsettled.

After a while, she got up from her bed, pulled open the curtain and looked at the tall buildings, specks of colorful lights, and the pure-white snow under the moonlight outside.

On the first level and the second level of the same house, two people were deep in thought.

The next morning, when the empress woke up, she was still not getting used to life over here. No one drew water for her, and no one changed her clothes for her. Furthermore, she wasn't in that usual cold and quiet palace hall.