Chu Qianli suddenly reached out in her sleep, tightly embracing Feng Wuya's arm.
Consort Yu was stunned; her son hated the nearness of young ladies the most.
Although he had suffered from heart palpitations since childhood, his outstanding appearance had always made countless young ladies infatuated with him.
The number of girls who threw themselves at him was beyond counting.
Her son loathed this sort of attention and had even once kicked an official's daughter, who had deliberately tried to fall on him, into a pond, nearly drowning her.
But now, Chu Qianli was holding his arm, so intimately.
Far from getting angry and pushing her away, Feng Wuya instead soothed her gently, "It's alright, I'm here, I'll watch over you, just rest easy and sleep."
The Calming Incantation, even played with one hand, could still easily bring tranquility to one's mind.
Finally, Chu Qianli relaxed, and her hand slowly slid down from his arm.