In the study of Prince Yong's Mansion, there was a jade-inlaid luohan bed.
Morning light spilled in, and on this daybed, meant only for brief naps, lay two people.
Tao Wanxin had been awake for a long time.
As always, her body was curled up like a sleeping infant.
Only this time, her back was nestled against the warm, solid chest of a man.
Last night, Prince Yong sat at his desk reading, and she kept him company in the study. But her pregnancy made her drowsy, and as the night wore on, Tao Wanxin had somehow ended up on the luohan bed without realizing it.
Her head was pillowed on his arm, and from behind her ear came the sound of Zhao Minghong's even breathing.
Two people could only fit on the small bed by lying on their sides, squeezed together, so Tao Wanxin dared not move.
She lay with her eyes open, bored. Her gaze drifted, sweeping over every corner of the study, when she suddenly noticed something she had never seen before.
