Rong An didn't know when he had fallen asleep. When he woke up, Huayang was sleeping soundly, nestled in his arms.
Rong An looked at Huayang beside him and sighed softly. 'The wedding date will have to be moved up,' he thought, 'otherwise I don't know if I can maintain my self-control.'
There were quite a few bold young people in Chang'an City. It wasn't unheard of for engaged couples from aristocratic families to become pregnant before the wedding.
But Rong An was a mature man, not an impulsive seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth. He couldn't bring himself to do such a thing.
More importantly, he couldn't bear for Huayang to be pregnant at her wedding. After all, a princess's grand wedding was an exhausting affair.
Rong An rode his horse to the palace gates, drawing many glances from his colleagues along the way.
Rong An had worn a beard ever since returning to Chang'an, but today he had shaved it off, making him look much younger.
