The next day, there was no morning court session. Pei Zhan had just returned from the northwest, and the emperor had granted him leave, so Fu Zhen slept deeply until broad daylight before waking up.
Pei Zhan opened his eyes under Fu Zhen's prodding and saw unfamiliar floral carvings on the canopy. Frightened, he scrambled up, only to turn his head and see Fu Zhen leisurely watching him with her head resting on her hand, which reminded him of the events of last night. Patting his chest, he lay back down and turned to face her: "Your bed is really big."
Fu Zhen raised an eyebrow: "Big enough for you?"
Pei Zhan unexpectedly blushed deeply and responded playfully, "You're mocking me."
Fu Zhen pinched his chest slightly: "I'm praising you."
Pei Zhan's face turned even redder, and he dragged the quilt over his head.
