Inside the carriage.
An Ning was in a daze.
She felt as if she was in a somewhat familiar embrace.
She shifted her body.
Feeling that her sleep was slightly uncomfortable.
Yet she did not strongly resist.
Xiao Jinxing felt An Ning's movement, and his body stiffened.
He wondered if, when An Ning awoke and found herself in his arms, she would show disgust.
The space was silent.
Somewhat tense.
The moment Xiao Jinxing anticipated An Ning would wake up, he seemed to hear her steady breathing.
She still leaned against his chest, merely changing her position slightly before falling back asleep.
Was she truly that drunk?!
To feel so at ease and docile in his arms.
The carriage arrived at the Imperial Palace.
They reached Fengqi Palace.
Palace attendants were already waiting at the entrance.
When everyone saw the emperor carrying the empress back, they immediately bowed and paid respects.
