Xu Shu was woken up by the cold.
His head throbbed painfully due to a hangover, and as he sat up rubbing his temples, he realized something was off.
He wasn't wearing clothes.
Not wearing clothes was one thing; he wasn't even wearing underwear.
Not only was he without underwear, but he was lying directly on the wool carpet, covered only by a thin blanket.
He wasn't sure if he had moved around while sleeping or whether those serving him hadn't done their job properly.
Xu Shu felt that the blanket was carelessly thrown over him, almost as if the person covering him hated him so much they were grudgingly attending to him.
The dragon and phoenix wedding candle on the candlestick made a soft crackling sound, drawing back Xu Shu's wandering thoughts.
He became more clear-headed and glanced to the side.
It was still dark outside, with the glow of snow filtering in through the plum blossom window frames.
His clothes were scattered chaotically all over the floor.
