The Wedding Night

Lu Liangwei was so tired she fell asleep the moment she lied down.

Looking at the girl who had passed out in his arms, Long Yang felt slightly guilty.

His fingers brushed off the wet hair stuck to the side of her face and looked at her lovingly for quite a while before instructing someone to prepare water.

The Emperor's low and hoarse voice sounded so different from before that Zhao Qian and the others outside the door were startled. They hurriedly got people to carry the water in.

Only after everyone had exited did Long Yang pick up Lu Liangwei and walk into the bathroom.

After Zhao Qian had exited, he looked at the break of day on the horizon and was speechless.

Zhao Qian shook his head.

Bright Refine Palace.

Xiao Xia hurriedly walked into the sleeping quarters. Sure enough, she saw Mistress still sitting by the window.

She hesitated for a bit before stepping forward.