'No wonder Zhang Maoquan has been running over here so frequently. He must have realized His Majesty has taken a liking to someone.' Meng Jiuchang's mind began to churn.
In Taiji Palace, the Emperor was holding court.
Meanwhile, in Wangyou Palace, Song Yunzhao slept in until she was fully rested before slowly getting up. She didn't want to move an inch. 'Now I truly believe the Emperor is inexperienced. Whatever the books say about marital bliss, I certainly didn't feel any of the bliss—just exhaustion and pain.'
Hearing the movement, Xiangxue and the other maids came in to serve her, all smiles. When Nanny Yu brought people in to tidy the bed, Song Yunzhao's face turned red again.
'Even though I'm a modern person who's lived in this ancient era for so many years, I'm still not used to others seeing my private affairs. But I also know I can't refuse. It's not like I can just grab the sheets and go wash them myself, right?'
